But, we in it, shall be remembered-We
few, we happy few, we band of
brothers; For he today that sheds his
blood with me,Shall be my brother; be
he ever so vile, This day gentle
his condition; And gentlemen in
England now in bed Shall think
themselves accursed, they were not
here, And hold their manhoods cheap,
while any who speaks That fought
with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.