St. Crispin-s Day Speech: From Henry V Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEEFAAGHAIAFBAJAKLMN JOJPJJQOJOCROOOAASJT UVOJWJSAOC

WESTMORELAND O that we now had hereA
But one ten thousand of those men in EnglandB
That do no work to dayC
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KING What s he that wishes soD
My cousin Westmoreland No my fair cousinE
If we are mark d to die we are enowE
To do our country loss and if to liveF
The fewer men the greater share of honourA
God s will I pray thee wish not one man moreA
By Jove I am not covetous for goldG
Nor care I who doth feed upon my costH
It yearns me not if men my garments wearA
Such outward things dwell not in my desiresI
But if it be a sin to covet honourA
I am the most offending soul aliveF
No faith my coz wish not a man from EnglandB
God s peace I would not lose so great an honourA
As one man more methinks would share from meJ
For the best hope I have O do not wish one moreA
Rather proclaim it Westmoreland through my hostK
That he which hath no stomach to this fightL
Let him depart his passport shall be madeM
And crowns for convoy put into his purseN
We would not die in that man s companyJ
That fears his fellowship to die with usO
This day is call d the feast of CrispianJ
He that outlives this day and comes safe homeP
Will stand a tip toe when this day is nam dJ
And rouse him at the name of CrispianJ
He that shall live this day and see old ageQ
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighboursO
And say To morrow is Saint CrispianJ
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scarsO
And say These wounds I had on Crispian s dayC
Old men forget yet all shall be forgotR
But he ll remember with advantagesO
What feats he did that day Then shall our namesO
Familiar in his mouth as household wordsO
Harry the King Bedford and ExeterA
Warwick and Talbot Salisbury and GloucesterA
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb redS
This story shall the good man teach his sonJ
And Crispin Crispian shall ne er go byT
From this day to the ending of the worldU
But we in it shall be rememberedV
We few we happy few we band of brothersO
For he to day that sheds his blood with meJ
Shall be my brother be he ne er so vileW
This day shall gentle his conditionJ
And gentlemen in England now a bedS
Shall think themselves accurs d they were not hereA
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaksO
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin s dayC

William Shakespeare



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