For he today 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 abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
If you die here with me today leaving your blood on the field, you will be my brothers and sisters in history, forever. Be always prepared and keep morale high as those are our best two defenses.
