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"Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death!"
Colonial Williamsburg Foundation
To avoid interference from Lieutenant-Governor Dunmore and
his Royal Marines, the Second Virginia Convention met March 20, 1775 inland at Richmond--in what is now called St. John's
Church--instead of the Capitol in Williamsburg. Delegate Patrick Henry presented resolutions to raise a militia, and to
put Virginia in a posture of defense. Henry's opponents urged caution and patience until the crown replied to Congress' latest
petition for reconciliation.
On the 23rd, Henry presented a proposal to organize a volunteer company
of cavalry or infantry in every Virginia county. By custom, Henry addressed himself to the Convention's
president, Peyton Randolph of Williamsburg. Henry's words were not transcribed, but
no one who heard them forgot their eloquence, or Henry's closing words: "Give me liberty,
or give me death!"
Henry's first biographer, William Wirt of Maryland, was three-years-old in 1775. An assistant federal
prosecutor in Aaron Burr's trial for treason at Richmond in 1807, and later attorney general of the United States, Wirt began
to collect materials for the biography in 1808, nine years after Henry's death. From the recollections of men like Thomas
Jefferson, Wirt reconstructed an account of Henry's life, including the remarks presented below.
Listen
Richard Schumann interprets the character of Patrick Henry for The Colonial
Williamsburg Foundation. Listen as he re-creates Patrick Henry's powerful words spoken March 23, 1775 at St. John's Henrico
Parish Church in Richmond.
Listen to the full speech (audio clip 7:05) Download MP3
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to closing remarks leading to "Give me liberty or give me death." (audio clip 2:35) Download MP3
St. John's
Church, Richmond, Virginia March 23, 1775.
MR. PRESIDENT: No man thinks more highly than I
do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different
men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those
gentlemen if, entertaining as I do, opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely,
and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country.
For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude
of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfil
the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear
of giving offence, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward
the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the
illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms
us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be
of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal
salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst,
and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know
of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct
of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace
themselves, and the House? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir;
it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception
of our petition comports with these war-like preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies
necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be
called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last
arguments to which kings resort. I ask, gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us
to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the
world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us; they can be
meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long
forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years.
Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable;
but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not
been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done,
to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated
ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament.
Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have
been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may
we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free² if we
mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending²if we mean not basely to
abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until
the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and
to the God of Hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable
an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally
disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope,
until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the
God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country
as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight
our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; and who will raise up friends to fight
our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir,
we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat
but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable²and
let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace,
Peace²but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the
clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish?
What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it,
Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Source:
Wirt, William. Sketches of the Life and Character of Patrick Henry . (Philadelphia) 1836, as reproduced in The
World's Great Speeches, Lewis Copeland and Lawrence W. Lamm, eds., (New York) 1973.
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