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.
- Act IV, Scene I, King Henry V.
And think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more.
My series of posters for Shakespeare’s Henriad.
King Hal, Henry V (BBC, 2012)
Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my queen.