Above, I have copied an excerpt from an early, gorgeous piece of propaganda, the St. Crispian's Day speech from Shakespeare's Henry the Fifth, more easily read below:
...He that hath no stomach for 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...
Of course, nobody does depart, any more than they do in modern-day war films. Words can free or confine a listener. These make a virtue of death. I got so obsessed with this speech, and so taken over by this little tin soldier (leather jerkin, tiny shield), that I have also posted as a photos on TinyTheatre and redbubble, and of course I did a t-shirt. I'll be continuing a Shakespeare series with the lead soldiers on TinyTheatre, too many ideas + Zeiss lens on my little digital camera. Posting later in the day tomorrow, I feel like Mr. Toad after the run-in with the motor-car.
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