In another post someone had mentioned St. Crispen's Day and it made me do two things. First was to recall and think how fitting for the players who remain with PSU the Crispen's Day speech from Shakespeare's Henry V would be now and prior to the opening kickoff on Sept 1st. It also made me wonder which Saint's feast day it will be. (Crispen's day is October 25th... famous for the battle of Agincourt in 1450 and also the anniversary of the Battle of Balaklava -- the famous Charge of the Light Brigade - and the Battle of Leyte Gulf. Sept 1st is the feast day for St. Victorious (as I'm sure all you good Catholics know!). How appropriate the speech for the players who stay and how appropriate that they will play on St. Victorious' Day! The sentiments expressed in the speech that clothing doesn't matter (the uniforms), that they don't fight for gold but for valour and honour, and that no more men are needed...those not there may count their manhood cheap...all apropos!
So, inserting "St. Victorious' Day" for St. Crispin's Day (I hope Wm. Shakespeare and all who love his work can forgive me),:
KING: "What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
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 honor.
By God's will! I pray thee, wish not for 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 is 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 man 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 St. Victorious.
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 Victorious.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors,
And say, 'Tomorrow is St. Victorious.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, 'These wounds I had on Victorious' 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 his mouth as household words -
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Glouchester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Victorious 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 abed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon St. Victorious' Day.