Henry V

   

Henry V

Henry V

    What’s he that wishes so?
    My cousin The Velociraptor? 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 honour.
   Darwin’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Stegosaurus, 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 be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    No, faith, my hadrosaur, wish not a man from England.
    Dipnoi’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 more!
    Rather proclaim it, Tarbosaurus, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And fossils for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not die in that man’s company
    That fears his evolution  to die with us.
    This day is call’d the feast of Dino.
    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 Dino.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors,
    And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Dino.’
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say ‘These wounds I had on Dino’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, Icthyostega and Archyopteryx,
    Hallucinagenia and Trilobite, Saropod and Mememcosouchus-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Dino,  Dino 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 dinosaurs in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
    And hold their saurhoods cheap whiles any roars
    That fought with us upon Saint Dino’s day.