Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility...
But when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger: stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage...
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; let it pry through the portage of the head like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it as fearfully as doth a galled rock o'erhang and jutty his confounded...
Warmongering bastard! What have the French ever done to us?!? You just want to get your greedy hands on their throne, you racist tennis playing fuck! Plantagenet Plantagenet Plantagenet, out out out!
