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.