Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or, close the wall up with our
English
dead.
—And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in
England
, show us here
The mettle of your pasture—let us swear
That you are worth your breeding.
King Henry
V
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or, close the wall up with our English dead. —And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England , show us here The mettle of your pasture—let us swear That you are worth your breeding.