[…] 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 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, ‘Those 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 their mouths as household words,

Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,

Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,

Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

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 remembered;

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.

The Life of King Henry the Fifth, de William Shakespeare
Cuadro: “The Battle of Agincourt”, de Brian Palmer



9 Responses to Agincourt

  1. Grendel dice:

    We few! We happy few! We band of buggered!

  2. gorinkai dice:

    Ese es de otra guerra más contemporánea. 😉

  3. P.Bayle dice:

    Es lo que te falta, por uno de los mejores actores shakespearianos.

  4. gorinkai dice:

    Estuve pensando en ponerlo, pero al final decidí que no: esa película es para vérsela entera, en una pantalla decente y con la sala a oscuras. El cachito de youtube me supo a poco.

    Otra versión que me encantó ver en su día:

    Así, fuera de contexto, tiene menos gracia, pero quien haya visto Rennaissance Man se acordará sin falta. 🙂

  5. Kaoss dice:

    Sip, esa escena en cine pone la carne de gallina. Tuve que agarrarme a la butaca para no levantarme y gritar “¡muerte a los franceses!”…

  6. gorinkai dice:

    Hombre, para dar cera al gabacho tampoco es que haga falta un gran empujoncito… Pero, cierto, la escena, bien vista, es de las que encienden. 🙂

  7. P.Bayle dice:

    jajajajajaaaa Para darles a los gabachos nunca hemos necesitado demasiadas excusas… A mí una de las escenas que me ponen mala (en versión original) es la de William Wallace en «Braveheart». Es una arenga para pegar a los ingleses, a los que siempre nos ha entusiasmado pegar… 😀

    De acuerdo con las pantallas decentes y el ambiente a oscuras…


  8. gorinkai dice:

    Para darles a los gabachos nunca hemos necesitado demasiadas excusas…

    “–It’s French.
    “–So is eating frogs, cruelty to geese and urinating in the street, but that’s no reason to inflict it on the rest of us. Doesn’t anyone know? We hate the French! We fight wars against them! Did all those men die in vain on the field at Agincourt? Was the man who burned Joan of Arc simply wasting good matches?”

    (¿Os había dicho alguna vez que adoro The Black Adder? :mrgreen: )

  9. P.Bayle dice:

    jajajajajaaaaaaaaaa ¡Genial!



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