Great is the chance that life has given you; pluck it, pluck it from the land of opportunity and, dead or living, become a song forever in the mouths of men unborn.

Think not of prisoners; think not of ransoms and of wealth.

Think not of me or of yourselves, but think of England's honour, and for that strike home, for England watches you to-day." "We will, we will! Fear not, King, we will," shouted the host in answer.
With a glad smile, Edward took his young son's hand and shook it; then rode away followed by his marshals.
"De Cressi," he said, as he passed Hugh, "the knave Acour, your foe and mine, is with Philip of France.

He has done me much damage, de Cressi, more than I can stop to tell.

Avenge it if you can.