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:[21]
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap while any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
Enter Gower, hastily, U.E.L.H.
Gow. (R.C.) My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed: