Ay; I know thy errand, I will go with thee:. Yet, forgive me, God, That I do brag thus! Therefore take heed how you impawn our person, How you awake our sleeping sword of war: We charge you, in the name of God, take heed; For never two such kingdoms did contend Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops Are every one a woe, a sore complaint 'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords That make such waste in brief mortality. It is Henry's ability to transform himself that allows him to suppress the disorder at home, he manages to become a Christian king rather than a delinquent. Prologue The chorus introduces the play by asking the audience to imagine two mighty monarchs planning to fight over who rules France. And we understand him well, How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, Not measuring what use we made of them. All told, the French lost as many as 7,000, while the English dead numbered at most a few hundred. They asks the audience to imagine the stage holding all the glorious plains of France and the battlefield where was victorious.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France. You have conspired against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his coffers Received the golden earnest of our death; Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, His princes and his peers to servitude, His subjects to oppression and contempt And his whole kingdom into desolation. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies In motion of no less celerity Than that of thought. They will steal any thing, and call it purchase. I Richard's body have interred anew; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears Than from it issued forced drops of blood: Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a-day their wither'd hands hold up Toward heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul. Therefore to France, my liege. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George! All things are ready, if our minds be so.
If anyone doubts the power of words, spoken or written, they need only read Shakespeare. 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. Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out With titles blown from adulation? Let me speak proudly: tell the constable We are but warriors for the working-day; Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd With rainy marching in the painful field; There's not a piece of feather in our host— Good argument, I hope, we will not fly— And time hath worn us into slovenry: But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim; And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads And turn them out of service. He needs them, as representatives of the church, to legitimate his claim before he can attack France. In other words, the English soldiers don't have a snowball's chance in hell of winning this battle and it's highly unlikely that they'll make it home to their families. Crispin's Day Speech This speech is not one of pomp and circumstance. Just don't ask us how.
From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation: The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Also King Lewis the Tenth, Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet, Could not keep quiet in his conscience, Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother, Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine: By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great Was re-united to the crown of France. It has also been used in television series such as 1997 , , , and. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. And tell thy king I do not seek him now; But could be willing to march on to Calais Without impeachment: for, to say the sooth, Though 'tis no wisdom to confess so much Unto an enemy of craft and vantage, My people are with sickness much enfeebled, My numbers lessened, and those few I have Almost no better than so many French; Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald, I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. But pardon, and gentles all, The flat unraised spirits that have dared On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned? Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. Now we bear the king Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen, Heave him away upon your winged thoughts Athwart the sea.
Often, as in the Richard plays, the monarch will peak and then fall to his death or destruction. Now, if these men have defeated the law and outrun native punishment, though they can outstrip men, they have no wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is vengeance; so that here men are punished for before-breach of the king's laws in now the king's quarrel: where they feared the death, they have borne life away; and where they would be safe, they perish: then if they die unprovided, no more is the king guilty of their damnation than he was before guilty of those impieties for the which they are now visited. My Lord of Cambridge here, You know how apt our love was to accord To furnish him with all appertinents Belonging to his honour; and this man Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired, And sworn unto the practises of France, To kill us here in Hampton: to the which This knight, no less for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. King Harry is worried that if he gathers an army against France he will be vulnerable to attack from Scotland. King Henry finds this out and executes them. I pray thee, wish not one man more.
As a whole, Shakespeare's play has given rise to endless debates about the parallels between Henry V's military campaign and modern warfare. Henry - So, if a son that is by his father sent about merchandise do sinfully miscarry upon the sea, the imputation of his wickedness by your rule, should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or if a servant, under his master's command transporting a sum of money, be assailed by robbers and die in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the business of the master the author of the servant's damnation: but this is not so: the king is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant; for they purpose not their death, when they purpose their services. Exeter - Duke of Exeter. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns 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. My learned lord, we pray you to proceed.
I would not lose so great an honour As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have. Act One, Scene Two King Henry calls Ely and Canterbury into his royal court and asks them if he has a legal right to claim France. What rein can hold licentious wickedness When down the hill he holds his fierce career? Oh, do not wish one more! GradeSaver, 1 January 2000 Web. And as the wine flows, our names, familiar as household words, will be invoked again: Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester. This is the most famous monologue from Henry V, and with good reason. Though written about the early 1400s, for hundreds of years audiences have found this piece of historical fiction relevant to their wars. The man that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.
Henry - What's he that wishes so? The most celebrated rendition of the speech comes from Laurence Olivier's performance in the 1944 film The Chronicle History of King Henry the Fift with His Battell Fought at Agincourt in France, better known to the world just as Henry V. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English. And you, good yeoman, , show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee, Command the health of it? Say, if my father render fair return, It is against my will; for I desire Nothing but odds with England: to that end, As matching to his youth and vanity, I did present him with the Paris balls. 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.
Bardolph is then charged and hung for his crimes, which King Henry only finds out after the fact. For Nym, he hath heard that men of few words are the best men; and therefore he scorns to say his prayers, lest a' should be thought a coward: but his few bad words are matched with as few good deeds; for a' never broke any man's head but his own, and that was against a post when he was drunk. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. King Henry - We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; His present and your pains we thank you for: When we have march'd our rackets to these balls, We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. Nym and Bardolph are sworn brothers in filching, and in Calais they stole a fire-shovel: I knew by that piece of service the men would carry coals.
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. Bardolph stole a lute-case, bore it twelve leagues, and sold it for three half pence. This incites Henry to attack France. Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! There is not work enough for all our hands; Scarce blood enough in all their sickly veins To give each naked curtle-axe a stain, That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, And sheathe for lack of sport: let us but blow on them, The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Chorus - Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. Chorus - Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story, That I may prompt them: and of such as have, I humbly pray them to admit the excuse Of time, of numbers and due course of things, Which cannot in their huge and proper life Be here presented.