First thing this morning, I put my red on. But it wasn’t in honor of the faltering Caps.
I vested in a blood-red chasuble in honor of the martyr Saint Denis, who was beheaded 1751 years ago today. He was the first to preach the Gospel in Paris.
In Act V, Scene 2 of Shakespeare’s Henry V, the king invokes the aid of St. Denis.
Henry is trying to woo the Princess of France. But she is stone-faced, because she thinks Henry is an “enemy of France.”
Katharine. I cannot tell vat is dat.
No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which I am
sure will hang upon my tongue like a new-married
wife about her husband’s neck, hardly to be shook
off. Je quand sur le possession de France, et quand
vous avez le possession de moi,—let me see, what
then? Saint Denis be my speed!—donc votre est
France et vous etes mienne. It is as easy for me,
Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so much
more French: I shall never move thee in French,
unless it be to laugh at me.
When Kenneth Branagh delivered this line in his movie version, he skipped the invocation of St. Denis. Not a good idea!
…A brother-priest and I will undertake the Baltimore Half-Marathon tomorrow morning.
Please say a prayer for us that some heavenly power will be our speed! (Both of us are slow in more ways than one.)