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 accurs'd,
They were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap,
Whiles any speaks that fought with us upon
Saint Crispins day.
William Shakespeare
King Henry V, Act IV, Scene III
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