I'm a dork
Nov. 22nd, 2003 03:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrWas perusing through some old stories that I've started but haven't done much with, and I stumbled across some old homework and something else. It's a favorite piece of my sister's and I, from Shakespear's Henry V. I'm sure everyone knows it, but I'm fond of it, I miss my sister (who's in Russia) and it's 3:30 am and I can't sleep.
That he that 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 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.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be fortgot,
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 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 while any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Cripin's day.
That he that 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 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.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be fortgot,
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 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 while any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Cripin's day.
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Date: 2003-11-26 11:36 pm (UTC)kinda sort maybe just a little bit, yeah.
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Date: 2003-11-27 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-27 05:43 am (UTC)At least I'm not a full grown man dressed in carnation pink.
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Date: 2003-11-27 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-27 06:21 pm (UTC)No worries. The only pink I lay claim to is my lj layout.
And please - once you got him out of "your" pink look, he was probably stretched out on your pink sheets. We both know how easy you are.
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Date: 2003-11-27 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-27 10:52 pm (UTC)oh, well of course *rolls eyes*
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Date: 2003-11-28 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-28 04:53 am (UTC)Good point. Picky and easy just can't go together.
Then again, you are a MAN named ROSE so anything is possible
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Date: 2003-11-28 05:01 am (UTC)And such a lovely name, isn't it?
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Date: 2003-11-28 05:15 am (UTC)no comment
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Date: 2003-11-28 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-28 05:23 am (UTC)you, on the other hand, are a typical guy after all. way too easily offended, even by silence.
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Date: 2003-11-28 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-28 05:31 am (UTC)oh I don't know, a guy made entirely of hormones seems pretty typical to me.
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Date: 2003-11-28 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-28 05:43 am (UTC)Thank you, darling Rose. I will confess I didn't expect you to be so graceful about it. I will conced a modicum of respect to you for that.
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Date: 2003-11-28 05:54 am (UTC)