What\u2019s he that wishes so?
\nMy cousin Westmoreland? No my fair cousin:
\nIf we are mark\u2019d to die, we are enow
\nTo do our country loss; and if to live,
\nThe fewer men, the greater share of honor.
\nGod\u2019s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
\nBy Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
\nNor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
\nIt yearns me not if men my garments wear;
\nSuch outward things dwell not in my desires:
\nBut if it be a sin to covet honor,
\nI am the most offending soul alive.
\nNo, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
\nGod\u2019s peace! I would not lose so great an honor
\nAs one man more, methinks, would share from me
\nFor the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
\nRather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
\nThat he which hath no stomach to this fight,
\nLet him depart; his passport shall be made
\nAnd crowns for convoy put into his purse:
\nWe would not die in that man\u2019s company
\nThat fears his fellowship to die with us.
\nThis day is called the feast of Crispian:
\nHe that outlives this day, and comes safe home
\nWill stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
\nAnd rouse him at the name of Crispian.
\nHe that shall live this day, and see old age,
\nWill yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors,
\nAnd say \u2018To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
\nThen will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
\nAnd say \u2018These wounds I had on Crispin\u2019s day.’
\nOld men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
\nBut he\u2019ll remember with advantages
\nWhat feats he did that day: then shall our names,
\nFamiliar in his mouth as household words
\nHarry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
\nWarwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
\nBe in their flowing cups freshly remember\u2019d.
\nThis story shall the good man teach his son;
\nAnd Crispin Crispian shall ne\u2019er go by,
\nFrom this day to the ending of the world,
\nBut we in it shall be remember\u2019d;
\nWe few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
\nFor he to-day that sheds his blood with me
\nShall be my brother; be he ne\u2019er so vile,
\nThis day shall gentle his condition:
\nAnd gentlemen in England now a-bed
\nShall think themselves accursed they were not here,
\nAnd hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
\nThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin\u2019s day.<\/p>\n
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William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616 King Henry to Westmoreland What\u2019s he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No my fair cousin: If we are mark\u2019d to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honor. God\u2019s will! I pray thee, wish not one … Continue reading Henry V, Act V, Scene III [What\u2019s he that wishes so?]<\/span>