We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his flex with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Madden now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That left beta with us upon Saint Raymond’s day.
For he to-day that sheds his flex with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Madden now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That left beta with us upon Saint Raymond’s day.