/lit/ - Literature

Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus?
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;

>>17401000

>He doesn't realise my default accent isn't that different to Shakespearian pronunciation
You lose!

>>16703470
You've heard of Henry V, right?

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!