- Time of past OR future Camino
- First one in 2005 from Moissac, France.
Yes, absolutely true - a folder of notes and scribblings written by Shakespeare has been discovered and the extraordinary news is that the original battle speech was based on a speech he wrote about pilgrims.
Here is the original speech ....
St Jean Pied de Port, dawn, cold and fearful pilgrims stand, looking towards the town gateway.
One pilgrim, inappropriately dressed in cloth of gold, walks forward, turns to them, and speaks
Pilgrims! If we are mark'd to fail, we are enough
To do our country loss; but if to succeed,
Why, the fewer pilgrims, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one pilgrim more.
By James! I am not covetous for a packless walk,
Nor care I for hotels of luxury;
It yearns me not if locals at my garments laugh;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet the Compostela,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a pilgrim more from England or any other country:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
And one pilgrim more, methinks, might take my bedspace
Rather proclaim it, Al the Optimist, throughout St Jean,
That he which hath no stomach to this walk,
Let him depart; his passport shall be destroyed
And his return ticket put into his purse:
We would not walk in that pilgrim's company
That fears the hardships to walk with us.
This day is called Brierley’s Stage One:
He that outlives these days to Santiago, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the Camino de Santiago is named,
And rouse him at the name of Saint James.
He that shall live through this pilgrimage, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil invite his neighbours,
Wear his Buff and Shell: plug in his hot Coil,
And say 'Tomorrow is the Feast of St James!'
Then will he strip his feet and show his scars.
And say 'These blisters I had on Camino to Santiago.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with fond memories
What feats he did those days: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Ivar the king, Falcon and Silly Doll, Irene Elisabet and NewfyDog
AnnieSantiago and Vicrev, Johnny Walker, JennyH, Jirett and Nellpilgrim (to name but few),
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good pilgrim teach his son (or daughter);
And the Feast of St James shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But that we pilgrims in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of (non-gender specific) brothers;
For he these coming days that blisters his feet with me
Shall be my (non-gender specific) brother; be he ne'er so vile and snore so much,
These coming days shall gentle his condition:
And non-pilgrims around the world now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their rucksacks cheap whiles any speaks
That walked with us upon Camino to blessed Santiago!
Here is the original speech ....
St Jean Pied de Port, dawn, cold and fearful pilgrims stand, looking towards the town gateway.
One pilgrim, inappropriately dressed in cloth of gold, walks forward, turns to them, and speaks
Pilgrims! If we are mark'd to fail, we are enough
To do our country loss; but if to succeed,
Why, the fewer pilgrims, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one pilgrim more.
By James! I am not covetous for a packless walk,
Nor care I for hotels of luxury;
It yearns me not if locals at my garments laugh;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet the Compostela,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a pilgrim more from England or any other country:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
And one pilgrim more, methinks, might take my bedspace
Rather proclaim it, Al the Optimist, throughout St Jean,
That he which hath no stomach to this walk,
Let him depart; his passport shall be destroyed
And his return ticket put into his purse:
We would not walk in that pilgrim's company
That fears the hardships to walk with us.
This day is called Brierley’s Stage One:
He that outlives these days to Santiago, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the Camino de Santiago is named,
And rouse him at the name of Saint James.
He that shall live through this pilgrimage, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil invite his neighbours,
Wear his Buff and Shell: plug in his hot Coil,
And say 'Tomorrow is the Feast of St James!'
Then will he strip his feet and show his scars.
And say 'These blisters I had on Camino to Santiago.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with fond memories
What feats he did those days: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Ivar the king, Falcon and Silly Doll, Irene Elisabet and NewfyDog
AnnieSantiago and Vicrev, Johnny Walker, JennyH, Jirett and Nellpilgrim (to name but few),
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good pilgrim teach his son (or daughter);
And the Feast of St James shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But that we pilgrims in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of (non-gender specific) brothers;
For he these coming days that blisters his feet with me
Shall be my (non-gender specific) brother; be he ne'er so vile and snore so much,
These coming days shall gentle his condition:
And non-pilgrims around the world now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their rucksacks cheap whiles any speaks
That walked with us upon Camino to blessed Santiago!
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