Tombstone

                     FABIAN
         Ladies and gentlemen, the St
         Crispin's Day Speech from Henry V.
         To set the Scene, England is
         Now at war with France.
         Everything rests upon the battle
         About to begin.  Henry, the young
         King of England, addresses his men
         Thusly: "My cousin Westmorland?
         No, my fair cousin-"

Another GUNSHOT and a bullet SPANGS into the column next to
Fabian with a shower of plaster.  Without missing a beat,
Fabian casually flicks a chunk off his shoulder and continues:

                    FABIAN
         "If we are marked to die, we are
         enow/ To do our country loss; and
         if to live./ The fewer me, the
         greater the share of honour..."

In the audience Barnes holsters his smoke pistol reflectively.

                    BARNES
         He's got nerve, I'll say that.
         What do you think, Billy?

Starry-eyed, Breakenridge answers without thinking:

                    BREAKENRIDGE
         Oh, he wonderful!

                    GROUNDS
         Uh-oh, looks like somebody's in love.

Raw laughter from the others.  Breakenridge sinks in his seat.

                    CURLY BILL
         Let him alone.

On stage Fabian is in full cry, giving the local a slice of
the ripest ham:

                    FABIAN
         "We few, we happy few, we band of
         brothers;/ For he today 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 no
         Here./ And hold their manhood
         Cheap whiles any speaks/ That
         Fought with us upon Saint
         Crispin's day!"

Wild applause and cheering.  Fabian bows with elaborate
modesty.

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