What's he that wishes so?
My cousin, Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To 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.
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which 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.
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 neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending 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;
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 Crispin's day.
What did he mean by this?
>>69222823
Perfect 5/7. I love Renaissance Man.
>>69222823
what the fuck is Saint Crispian's day?
DE NILES MADAM
Shakespeare's writing is literally God-tier
There are very few writers who sound so pleasurable simply reading aloud
>>69222891
>what the fuck is Saint Crispian's day?
it's Crispan
>Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester—
I'd love to hear an American vocaroo this line, hehehe
>>69223017
Explain this meme to me
>>69223218
Just watch the Renaissance man version, he pronounce every single one wrong
>>69222823
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the forehand and vantage of a king.
>>69222823
What the fuck? I literally just finished watching this for the first time and this thread appears. Anyway, amazing film
>>69223559
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
>>69223343
Isn't that his character?
>>69223343
Americans seem to pronounce everywhere wrong.
Birm-Ing-HAM
MAN-CHEST-UR
Edin-borrow
New-castle
Wor-sester
>Hundred Years' War scene
>"Non nobis domine" starts playing
>>69222823
fucking top-tier film
>>69223738
English people pronounce Birmingham wrong as well, especially when putting on a brummy accent.
You're meant to stress the G:
BurminGum
>>69223738
Anything with 'ham' in it really. Worcester is the worst offender though, mainly because of the sauce.
>>69223750
>About to take Jerusalem
>Palestinalied starts playing
NON NOBIS DOMINE, DOMINE
NON NOBIS DOMINE
SED NOMINI, SED NOMINI
TUO DA GLORIAM
>>69223688
The poor condemned English,
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
Sit patiently and inly ruminate
The morning's danger, and their gesture sad
Investing lank-lean; cheeks and war-worn coats
Presenteth them unto the gazing moon
So many horrid ghosts. O now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent,
Let him cry 'Praise and glory on his head!'
For forth he goes and visits all his host.
Bids them good morrow with a modest smile
And calls them brothers, friends and countrymen.
Upon his royal face there is no note
How dread an army hath enrounded him;
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night,
But freshly looks and over-bears attaint
With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty;
That every wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks:
A largess universal like the sun
His liberal eye doth give to every one,
Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all,
Behold, as may unworthiness define,
A little touch of Harry in the night.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
>>69222823
Thy post's digits were off by one, my lord!
>>69223343
Not that meme the easter meme from your pepe
>>69224377
>>69223688
>>69223559
wheres this from?
>>69225557
I didn't do the pepe mate.
>>69225588
It's all from
>>69222823
Henry V, one of Shakespeare's history plays.
>TENNIS BALLS, MY LIEGE
What did he mean by this?
>>69226158
JUST MOCK MY CASTLES UP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKHihAPr2Rc
Name a more based scene
>>69227692
>this can't be happening, I'm in charge here!
What's the movie?
