Saint Crispian's Day Speech

I have to have this memorized by tomorrow... yikes!

What's he that wishes so
My cousin Westmoreland? No my fair cousin
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
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 thing dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honor,
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 honor
As on 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, is 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 is only half of the speech... but isn't it great!
Well, goodnight and God bless!!

~Stacey