We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.For he today that sheds his blood with meShall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,This day shall gentle his condition;And gentlemen in England now abedShall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaksThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
William Shakespeare · Henry V
Courage & motivation
“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.”
- Author
- William Shakespeare
- Work
- Henry V
- Found in
- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
- Year
- 1600
- Chapter / part
- Act IV, Scene 3
- Length
- 63 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #100
Public domain. This passage is in the public domain. William Shakespeare died in 1616, more than 70 years ago, and the work was first published in 1600. You can copy, print, read aloud or sell it without asking permission; a credit is kind but not required. The text is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg edition linked here.
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