” And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er get by, / From this day to the ending of the universe, / But we in it may be remember’d”. William Shakespeare’s St. Crispin’s Day speech in” Henry V” is one of the most classic and memorable speeches in history, and it still speaks  , to us now, especially as we must trust in God and battle a political fight as deadly as Henry’s real challenge.
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We may not be facing a more potent army with weapons straddling a battle, but this vote season will undoubtedly bring us to America with the political conflict of our lives. This vote will determine whether America will resurrect from its previous state of tyranny or return to freedom.  ,
Now is, in reality, the feast of the 3rd-century boys, laborers, evangelizers, and holy saints Sts. Crispin and Crispinian ( or Crispian ), the anniversary of Henry V’s 1415 miraculous victory against a larger French force at Agincourt. We” we’re a band of brothers,” not” we’re happy couple, we’re happy couple, we’re band of brothers,” you still learn from the past’s saints and soldiers in our own battle. If our thoughts become as it may, all things are available.
And we are much more motivated to combat than Henry was. Henry V was battling for more property in an effort to profit from it.  , His people were fighting for their monarch. However, we continue to fight for a far nobler reason: the pursuit of equality for all. We fight for both our most precious right and our own home.
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In the heart of the Founding Fathers and all republicans, we will reach success. The cartridge box and the ballot box must be our weapon ( metaphorically speaking ) this year against Democrats ‘ growing tyranny, according to Frederick Douglass, who said our rights depended on both the cartridge box and the ballot box.  ,
And so let us examine the incredible talk Shakespeare, who was a common man like us who had to work hard for success, wrote for Henry V in honor of two laborers whose memory endured long after the days of the late monarchs, and let us swear that we will seek God’s assistance and refuse to give up hope despite the odds.
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Westmoreland: O, that we now had around / But one ten thousand of those people in England / That do no operate immediately.
Henry V: What’s he that wishes thus? / My aunt Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin: / If we are mark’d to die, we are eno]ugh ] / To do our country loss, and if to live, / The fewer men, the greater share of honour. / God’s can! I pray thee, hope no one person more. / By Jove, I am not greedy for gold, / Nor attention I who doth nourish upon my cost, / It yearns me not if men my garments wear, / For apparent things dwell never in my desires: / But if it be a sin to covet honor, / I am the most upsetting soul intact.
No, faith, my coz, hope not a person from England: / God’s peace! I do not shed so great an honor / As one man more, methinks, did share from me / For the best wish I have. O, would not want one more! / More proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, / That he which hath no stomach to this fight, / Let him flee, his passport shall be made / And crowns for convoy put into his purse: / We do not perish in that man’s company/ That fears his fellowship to perish 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.’
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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.
God bless all those who love freedom right now!