From Henry V, Act 4, Scene 3
He that shall live this day,
and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil
feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint
Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve
and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had
on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall
be forgot,
But he'll remember with
advantages
What feats he did that day:
then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as
household words
Harry the king, Bedford and
Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury
and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups
freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man
teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall
ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending
of the world,
But we in it shall be
remember'd;
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
accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap
whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.