And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
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 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 while any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day
6 comments:
Best speech ever written.
My condition is gentled.
Trooper York reading us Shakespeare as we gather around the Festivus Tree.
Shit just got real literary.
Shakespeare and the Stooges is what we are all about.
We are a team.
We are the early 70's Oakland A's. And Trooper is the porn mustachioed "Dick" Williams. Or, is he Charlie Finley?
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