The Saint Crispin's day speech from Henry V remains one of my favourite literary extracts ... has echoes of being on this forum ... or going to Millwall for an FA Cup tie back in the 80s "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 accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day"
Nope. But he did say... Your hearts I’ll stamp out With my horses heels, And make a quagmire Of your mangled brains. And; I’ll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me. I’ll un-hair thine head; Thou shalt be whipped with wire And stewed in brine, smarting In lingering pickle