Discussing: But this is not that day
But this is not that day
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Message: 49758
28 Jan 07 8:52 PM
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Re: But this is not that day
Re: But this is not that day
Well, it's one of those things that is easier to disprove than prove. I would guess that it's a rather brilliant bit of fan fiction ('the speech Pippin missed because he was yammering on about Merry'), but as soon as we make that assumption, someone will turn up its antecedent in HOME.
Re: But this is not that day
Did Peter Jackson pull Aragorn's 'But this is not that day' speech out of thin air,
I think he 'adapted' it from Shakespeare - it sure sounds a lot like the St. Crispin's Day speech to me. Steal from the best, I always say.
Gwynnyd - who always segues into this at the end of Aragorn's speech
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 Crispian.
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 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 Crispian'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 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 accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
