“From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember’d; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day 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 accursed that they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
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