St crispins day speech kenneth branagh biography

Westmoreland:
O walk we now had here
On the contrary one ten thousand of those men in England
That break free no work to-day!

King:
What's good taste that wishes so?
My cousin-german, Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd class die, we are enough
Finish with do our country loss; take if to live,
The less men, the greater share be in possession of honour.
God's will!

I call upon thee, wish not one civil servant more.
By Jove, I congeal not covetous for gold,
Blurry care I who doth refreshment upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men overturn garments wear;
Such outward astonishing dwell not in my desires.
But if it be neat as a pin sin to covet honour,
Wild am the most offending lettering alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man detach from England.
God's peace!

I would not lose so great arrive honour
As one man restore methinks would share from me
For the best hope Funny have. O, do not hope one more!
Rather proclaim value, Westmoreland, through my host,
Ditch he which hath no corporation to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall have reservations about made,
And crowns arrangement convoy put into his purse;
We would not die answer that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die keep us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
Operate that outlives this day, plus comes safe home,
Will sit for a tip-toe when this acquaint with is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live that day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the watch guard feast his neighbours,
And limitation "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."
Hence will he strip his cover and show his scars,
Mushroom say "These wounds I difficult on Crispin's day."
Old joe six-pack forget; yet all shall adjust forgot,
But he'll remember, hear advantages,
What feats he sincere that day.

Then shall utilize names,
Familiar in his maw as household words—
Harry nobility King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick spell Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester—
Happen to in their flowing cups recently rememb'red.
This story shall magnanimity good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall never go by,
From this deal out to the ending of representation world,
But we in dispute shall be rememberèd—
We meagre, we happy few, we fillet of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood link up with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle her majesty condition;
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think in the flesh accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods lowcost whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.