Crispin's Day Speech
he that wishes so?
- My cousin Westmoreland? No, my
- If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
do our country loss; and if to live,
- The fewer men,
the greater share of honour.
- God's will! I pray
thee, wish not one man more.
- By Jove, I am not
covetous for gold,
- Nor care I who doth feed upon my
- It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
outward things dwell not in my desires;
- But if it
be a sin to covet honour,
- I am the most offending
- No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from
- God's peace! I would not lose so great an
- As one man more, methinks, would share from
- For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one
- Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my
- That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
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
- This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
- 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 neighbours,
- And say, "To-morrow is Saint
- Then will he strip his sleeve and show
- And say, "These wounds I had on
- Old men forget; yet all shall be
- But he'll remember with advantages
feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
in his mouth as household words,
- Harry the King,
Bedford, and Exeter,
- Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury
- Be in their flowing cups freshly
- This story shall the good man teach his
- And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
this day to the ending of the world,
- But we in it
shall be remembered,
- We few, we happy few, we band
- For he to-day that sheds his blood
- Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
day shall gentle his condition;
- And gentlemen in
England now a-bed
- Shall think themselves accurs'd
they were not here,
- And hold their manhoods cheap
whiles any speaks
- That fought with us upon Saint
Caesar Act III Scene ii
Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury
Caesar, not to praise him;
The evil that men do lives after
The good is oft interred with their bones,
let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus
Hath told you
Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
grievously hath Caesar answered it ...
Here, under leave of
Brutus and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
are they all; all honourable men)
Come I to speak in
Caesar's funeral ...
He was my friend, faithful and just to
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
is an honourable man….
He hath brought many captives home to
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have
cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to
speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have
lost their reason…. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin
there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.