#agincourt

[swedebeast]

[eve-to-adam]

Henry V: I’d commit unspeakable things for you. Catherine of Valois: That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me! Meanwhile, France burns in the background

[yeoldegodzilla]

A 14th century property deed granting Godzilla land in Agincourt.

[thatworksinthreeways]

currently getting into that henry v aesthetic (Agincore)

[longwindedbore]

October 25, 1415

King Henry V’s starving and exhausted 6,000 English mostly long bowmen against 10,000 French armored knights and another 10-15,000 soldiers.

It was an incredible victory by the English

Entire noble families were wiped out in the male line, and in some regions an entire generation of landed nobility was annihilated.[103] The bailiffs of nine major northern towns were killed, often along with their sons, relatives and supporters. In the words of Juliet Barker, the battle "cut a great swath through the natural leaders of French society in Artois, Ponthieu, Normandy, Picardy."[104] —— Wikipedia

Shakespeare wrote 180+ years later:

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.’

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.

From Henry V, Act IV, Scene III

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

King Henry V (died: 31 August 1422)

[vesseloftherevolution]

A very belated

Happy St Crispin's Day!!

Henry V was the Shakespeare play I fell in love with, so here is "my" Henry V, the wonderful Alex Hassell.

"This day is call’d the feast of Crispian:

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a’ tiptoe when this day is named,

And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

He that shall see this day, and live old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors,

And say, “Tomorrow 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 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 rememb’red.

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 today 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 accurs’d they were not here;

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day."

- Henry V, Shakespeare, Act 4, Scene 3

[victusinveritas]