A slight twist on the speech-wrecker theme today
and instead a look at some classic speeches and how they would have played out
if the orator had been given a dose of sodium pentothal.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will have beaten the odds of several 100-1 when this day is over,
And be bloody petrified at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly bore his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is the day of Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “That’s what you get for following the King to France.”
Old men forget; and we’ll all be forgot,
But we’ll remember, if we survive,
What failures we were that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the best King ever, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Tallbot, Salisbury and that bloke beginning with G
Be in their flowing cups badly rememb’red.
(With) This story shall the good man scare his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
Cos this day is probably our last in this world,
But we in it shall hopefully 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; even though you’re all so vile,
This day shall terminate his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves bloody lucky they were not here,
And hold their manhoods which is more than we’ll be able to do
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will have beaten the odds of several 100-1 when this day is over,
And be bloody petrified at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly bore his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is the day of Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “That’s what you get for following the King to France.”
Old men forget; and we’ll all be forgot,
But we’ll remember, if we survive,
What failures we were that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the best King ever, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Tallbot, Salisbury and that bloke beginning with G
Be in their flowing cups badly rememb’red.
(With) This story shall the good man scare his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
Cos this day is probably our last in this world,
But we in it shall hopefully 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; even though you’re all so vile,
This day shall terminate his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves bloody lucky they were not here,
And hold their manhoods which is more than we’ll be able to do
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
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