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[...] position and need to get psyched up to lead your group to success. Mull over the words to the “St. Crispen’s Day” speech. There’s probably a poem or a great speech that can be used to motivate you for any [...]

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Charles 1 year, 4 months ago on Wordpress

I would love to have heard Hernando Cortes speak. Read about his exploits in Bernal Diaz del Castillo’s eyewitness account, “The Discovery and Conquest of Mexico.” This was a man who had his wits about him, sterling judgment, a honeyed tongue, an uncanny ability to lead men into battle after battle with harrowing odds, and a passion for teaching the Holy Faith to the pagans and planting in them an ardent devotion to Our Lady. ... See all content Hide content

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cory huff 1 year, 4 months ago on Wordpress

As an actor, the role of Henry and doing that speech is one of the most coveted roles in the theatrical cannon. I love that speech so much, and love watching really great actors do it.

*shivers*

Thanks Brett!

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Britt 1 year, 4 months ago on Wordpress

… as an example

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Chris Jackstien 1 year, 4 months ago on Wordpress

Inspiring. Yes. But in fairness, you should also read Henry V’s speech before the walls of Harfleur while his army’s just itching for a slaughter. Classy of the good King to deflect blame onto the men of Harfleur for all the raping and pillaging that’s about to go down if they don’t surrender asap.

Here it is:

KING HENRY. How yet resolves the Governor of the town?

This is the latest parle we will admit;

Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves

Or, like to men proud of destruction,

Defy us to our worst; for, as I am a soldier,

A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,

If I begin the batt’ry once again,

I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur

Till in her ashes she lie buried.

The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,

And the flesh’d soldier, rough and hard of heart,

In liberty of bloody hand shall range

With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass

Your fresh fair virgins and your flow’ring infants.

What is it then to me if impious war,

Array’d in flames, like to the prince of fiends,

Do, with his smirch’d complexion, all fell feats

Enlink’d to waste and desolation?

What is’t to me when you yourselves are cause,

If your pure maidens fall into the hand

Of hot and forcing violation?

What rein can hold licentious wickednes

When down the hill he holds his fierce career?

We may as bootless spend our vain command

Upon th’ enraged soldiers in their spoil,

As send precepts to the Leviathan

To come ashore. Therefore, you men of Harfleur,

Take pity of your town and of your people

Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;

Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace

O’erblows the filthy and contagious clouds

Of heady murder, spoil, and villainy.

If not- why, in a moment look to see

The blind and bloody with foul hand

Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;

Your fathers taken by the silver beards,

And their most reverend heads dash’d to the walls;

Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,

Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confus’d

Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry

At Herod’s bloody-hunting slaughtermen.

What say you? Will you yield, and this avoid?

Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy’d? ... See all content Hide content

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