October 25th is the anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt in 1415. The defeat of the French army by the soldiers of King Henry V of England would probably be little remembered today, had not Shakespeare immortalized it in one of the most famous speeches in all of English literature. October 25th happens to be, on the church calendar, the feast day of two saints, the brothers Crispin and Crispinian, and in 1415, King Henry rallied his men against great odds by declaring that the feast day of Crispin and Crispinian would never again pass, “from this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remembered.”
Here at Headwaters House we fulfill the king’s prophecy every year β and you and your students can too, joining a tradition six centuries long. Here’s a fine young man demonstrating one way to do it:
And for reference, here’s another famous version:
So on this St. Crispin’s Day 2017, break out your homeschool copy of Henry V, turn to Act IV, Scene iii, and read along aloud:
WESTMORLAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!KING. 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 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, 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 outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
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 β
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester β
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
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 rememberΓ¨d β
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 whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
What literary discoveries have you made in your homeschool this week? π