... at Montenegro, battle eve...
And old Nautes complains:
"Oh that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in Asia Minor
That do no work today!"
After a while the Nauarchos answers:
"What's he that wishes so?
My good Nautes? No, my old mate;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
The Will of the Deity - I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Baal, I am not covetous for silver,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my comrade, wish not a man from Asia Minor.
Deity's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Nautes, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his marching order shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And this day shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
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 at Asia Minor 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 the Deity's day."
QUOTE:
Definitively stolen from W.S. - But it is fitting like hell ;)
"Gods friends and the whole worlds enemies"