A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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Wut.- 0 that we now bad here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work t<Hlay{
K. Hen.-What's he that w ishes eo f
My cousin Westmoreland 1-No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our eountry losa; and if to live,
The fewer men the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray tht'e, wish not one man more.
13y Jove, I am not covetous for goltl ;
Nor cnre I who doth feecl npon my eoet;
It yearna me not if men my gaT mente wel\r ;
Snob outward things dwell not in my desires:
13ut, if it be a sin to covet honoor,
I am the moat offending aoul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Engll\nd.
God's peace! I would not lose ao gr81\t an lionour,
.Ae one m'\n more, metbink.'l, wonld share from rot',
For the best hope I have. 0, do not wish one mo•·e :
Rather proclaim it, Weetmorelnnd, through my boat,
That he who bath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart: hie paBRport eball be mRde,
And crowns for convoy put into hi a puree:
We would not die in that man'e company,
That fear11 his fellowship to die with ua.
This d•y is call'd the Feast of Crispi•u:
H e that outline this day, and eomes 88fe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day ia named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live tbia day, and aee old age.
Will, yearly on the vigil, fe11.11t hia friend•
And ~~ay-" To-morrow is Saint Criapian I"
Then will he strip hie sleeve, and abow bia acare,
And aa.y-" These woanda I had on Crispi.u'e day,"
Old men forget, yet all aball be forgot,
But he'll remember , with advantaget,
What feata he did that day. Then aball our nnmea,.
F nmiliar in their mouths as houaehold-wol'l.ls,-
Ra.rry the king, Beilford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Oloster,-
Be in their fiowing cups fteahly remsmber'd ;-
This atory ehall the go<><lm:lll teach his aon ;

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