Glou.
Where is the King?

Bed.
The King himself is rode to view their battel.

West.
Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.

Exe.
There's five to one, besides they are all fresh.

Sal.
God's arm strike with us, 'tis a fearful odds.
God be wi' you Princes all; I'll to my charge.
If we no more meet 'till we meet in heav'n,
Then joyfully my noble lord of Bedford,
My dear lord Glo'ster, and my good lord Exeter,
And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!

Bed.
Farewel, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee:
And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it,
For thou art ^{c note}made of the firm truth of valour.

Exe.
Farewel, kind lord: fight valiantly to-day. [Ex. Sal.

Bed.
He is as full of valour as of kindness,
Princely in both. Enter King Henry.

West.
O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day.

K. Henry.
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmorland? 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.
By Jove I am not covetous of gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yerns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No faith, my lord, wish not a man from England:
God's peace, I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me,
For the best hopes I have. Don't wish one more:
Rather proclaim it (Westmorland) 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 out-lives this day and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouze him at the name of Crispian:
He that shall ^{f note}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 shew his scars:
Old men forget; ^{g note}

yet shall not all forget,
But they'll remember with advantages
What feats they did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouth as houshold words,
Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glo'ster,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son:
And Crispine 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, while any speaks
That fought with us upon St. Crispian's day. Enter Salisbury.

Sal.
My sov'reign lord, bestow your self with speed:
The French are bravely in their battels set,
And will with all expedience charge on us.

K. Henry.
All things are ready, if our minds be so.

West.
Perish the man whose mind is backward now.

K. Henry.
Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin?

West.
God's will, my Liege, would you and I alone
Without more help could fight this royal battel.

K. Henry.
Why now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men:
Which likes me better than to wish us one.
You know your places: God be with you all.

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