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Unthread the rude eye of rebellion
And welcome home again discarded faith.
Act 5, Scene 4
It’s back. And I’ll be there. Again.
Who amongst us, which men (and women) doth summon their courage (and defy their nights and social lives for 14 days) and joinest me?
But we in it shall be remembered-
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 accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.