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.
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.
No, faith, my coz, 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 hope I have. O, do not wish one 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 called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
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 remember'd.


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 remember'd;
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 accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.


Je quand sur le possession de France,
et quand vous avez le possession de moi - let me see,
what then? Saint Denis be my speed! - Donc votre est France, et
vous etes mienne. It is easy for me, Kate, to conquer the
kingdom as to speak so much more French. I shall never move
thee in French, unless it be to laugh at me.

Sauf votre honneur, le francais que vous parlez, il est
meilleur que l'anglais lequel je parle.

. . . . But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English?
Canst thou love me?

The scene of the action is somewhere on this map:

The reason for the event has something to do with what follows here:

1. "From this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remember'd," is what the words say, so what is it the we should all remember about St. Crispin's Day "to the ending of the world."?

2. Who was Crispin/Crispian?

3. Who wrote the words? Where?

4. Where precisely and in what year did this event take place? What is the event called?

5. Who are the people featured in the images, i.e., who are the characters and who are the actors playing the characters?

6. What were the causes, course, and consequences of the larger issue, of which the events of St. Crispian's Day were only one small part. Using your History on the Internet guide, write up your findings in HTML and then "publish" them on a "home page" which you can acquire for free at Tripod or Angelfire. I recommend Tripod, which is where the Daedalus page is resident. Just follow the straightforward instructions in your guide and the online instructions on how to create a page to become a published author and at the same time learn some skills which you will find both useful and in the long run profitable too. Due by Thanksgiving Day.

Here is the tomb of the person who supposedly said that October 25 "And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd...."