What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland?--No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he who hath no stomach to this fight.
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company,
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd--the feast of Crispian:(H)
He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,[18]
And say--to-morrow is Saint Crispian:
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, those wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages[19]
What feats he did that day: Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words,--
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,--(I)
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending[20] of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:[21]
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

_Enter GOWER, hastily, U.E.L.H._

_Gow._ (R.C.) My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
The French are bravely in their battles set,[22]
And will with all expedience charge on us.

_K. Hen._ (C.) All things are ready, if our minds be so.

_West._ Perish the man whose mind is backward now!

_K. Hen._ Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin?

_West._ (L.) Would you and I alone, my liege,
Without more help, might fight this battle out!

_Trumpet sounds without, L.H._

_Enter MONTJOY, and attendants, U.E.L.H._

_Mont._ (_uncovers and kneels._)
Once more I come to know of thee, King Har