Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.
A plague on both your houses.
Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.