This Cheered Me Up Against My Will.

[minoanmiss]

Hold your ground! HOLD YOUR GROUND!

Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day!

An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down -- but it is not this day! This day we fight!

By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!

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[corvidology]

♥

“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more” - Wild Bill. ;D

[minoanmiss]

My favorite one from that play isn't actually that awesome speech or even the main chunk of the St Crispin's Day Speech, but the second part Crispin II Electric Boogaloo:

I pray thee, bear my former answer back: Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones. Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus? The man that once did sell the lion's skin While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him. A many of our bodies shall no doubt Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, Shall witness live in brass of this day's work: And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them, And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. Mark then abounding valour in our English, That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, Break out into a second course of mischief, Killing in relapse of mortality. Let me speak proudly: tell the constable We are but warriors for the working-day; Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd With rainy marching in the painful field; There's not a piece of feather in our host-- Good argument, I hope, we will not fly-- And time hath worn us into slovenry: But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim; And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads And turn them out of service. If they do this,-- As, if God please, they shall,--my ransom then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour; Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald: They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints; Which if they have as I will leave 'em them, Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

[corvidology]

♥

[minoanmiss]

I don't know why DW collapssed it into a block of text, but amusingly the rhythm still carries, because Willy S knew what he was doing. (Did I ever tell you how I Discovered Shakespeare?)

[corvidology]

I don't believe so.

Wild Bill's work is extremely important to me for many reasons.

[minoanmiss]

Before I was ever assigned Shakespeare in school I was given a VCR tape of West Side Story (it's about immigrants in NYC and I waas an immigrant in NYC). At 12 I heard it was based on a play, so I looked up Romeo and Juliet and fell in love. It helped that I grew up reading the King James Bible so I was able to wrestle with the language.

I RECOGNIZED Juliet.

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:

I recognized a girl like me in overwhelming love and overwhelming horniness. I knew her.

I cried so hard when she died (I wasn't expecting it because WSS's plot diverges there).

Willy S. really was spectacular (and so was Kit Marlowe, and I think they made each other better).

[corvidology]

I'm also a huge fan of musicals, I mean the original brilliant ones not what passes for one anymore! *shakes stick at clouds* ;D

I have a soft spot for Kit as well... until someone is classist enough to suggest Shakespeare couldn't have possibly been smart enough to write the plays and then I get a bit shouty.

[minoanmiss]

I think Kit Marlowe would be maybe the first person to draw steel on someone who disparaged Will.

... I don't have time to write RPS...

[hitchhiker]

this day we fight!

[minoanmiss]

This year we fight!

(The person who posted the above did so in the context of the Recent Developments In This Election Year, ahahahaha.)

[goss]

*cheers you on*

[minoanmiss]

hugs you across the ocean cheers on the sugarcane

[princessofgeeks]

You are not a child.

I love that speech too. I am way overdue for a rewatch of the movies.

HUGS

Also, VIGGO

[minoanmiss]

I love that you have the appropriate icon ready to go. :D

[colorwheel]

can my icon play too?

[minoanmiss]

Woot woot!

[purlewe]

https://youtu.be/JjJGlYuxUrg?si=2EiJkYapJjtpWIRS

[minoanmiss]

Stacker Pentecost: "Today. Today... at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. Today there is not a man nor woman in here that shall stand alone. Not today. Today we face the monsters that are at our door, and bring the fight to them. Today, we are canceling the apocalypse!"

[purlewe]

❤️❤️

[flamingsword]

Thanks. I needed that.

[minoanmiss]

Apparely this post has become the Encouraging Speech post. I need to add more, ahahah.

[acelightning73]

Watching the scene in the water of her fountain, Galadriel gestures encouragement as the armies shout, and then Aragorn seems suddenly illuminated by starlight... O Elbereth Gilthoniel, protect our lands and give victory to our side!

[full_metal_ox]

Here’s my $0.02 USD, if a bit late:

“Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia."

—C.S. Lewis; Puddleglum’s Shut Up, Hannibal! speech to the Lady of the Green Kirtle in The Silver Chair; paraphrased here by Tom Baker in the 1990 BBC drama:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Wuiq7j4nCA

[minoanmiss]

cheers delightedly