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[Rock]

IF there had been Rolex in the time of Henry V:

Westmoreland:
O that we now had here but one ten thousand of those Rolex watches that adorn the wrists of the men in England that do no work to-day!
Henry V:
What’s he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin.
If we are marked to die, then Rolexes such as we have, we are enough, To do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men and Rolex, the greater share of honour. God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one Rolex more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold Day-Dates, nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; it yearns me not if men my Daytona wear; such outward things dwell not in my desires; but if it be a sin to covet more than one, I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not more watches from England. God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour. As one watch more, methinks, would share from mine, for the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, that he which hath no stomach to this fight, let he and his watch depart. His passport shall be made, but no Rolex crowns for convoy put onto his limp wrist. We would not die in that man’s company that fears his fellowship to die with us of TRF.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, his Rolex on his wrist, will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, and rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age, will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, and say, “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.” Then will he strip his sleeve and show his Rolex, and say, “This watch I had on Crispian’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, but he’ll remember with advantages what feats he did that day. Then shall the names, familiar in his mouth as household words, Lol-X, Grady Philpott, and Mon BK, Tools and Directioneng, Kilyung and Dan Pierce, and SteelerFan 65 be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son; and Crispin Crispian 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 Oyster (and Jubilee) band of brothers.
For he to-day that wears his Rolex 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 accurs’d they were not here, and hold their watches cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

[AK797]

Originally Posted by Rock

IF there had been Rolex in the time of Henry V:

Westmoreland:
O that we now had here but one ten thousand of those Rolex watches that adorn the wrists of the men in England that do no work to-day!
Henry V:
What’s he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin.
If we are marked to die, then Rolexes such as we have, we are enough, To do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men and Rolex, the greater share of honour. God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one Rolex more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold Day-Dates, nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; it yearns me not if men my Daytona wear; such outward things dwell not in my desires; but if it be a sin to covet more than one, I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not more watches from England. God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour. As one watch more, methinks, would share from mine, for the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, that he which hath no stomach to this fight, let he and his watch depart. His passport shall be made, but no Rolex crowns for convoy put onto his limp wrist. We would not die in that man’s company that fears his fellowship to die with us of TRF.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, his Rolex on his wrist, will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, and rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age, will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, and say, “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.” Then will he strip his sleeve and show his Rolex, and say, “This watch I had on Crispian’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, but he’ll remember with advantages what feats he did that day. Then shall the names, familiar in his mouth as household words, Lol-X, Grady Philpott, and Mon BK, Tools and Directioneng, Kilyung and Dan Pierce, and SteelerFan 65 be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son; and Crispin Crispian 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 Oyster (and Jubilee) band of brothers.
For he to-day that wears his Rolex 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 accurs’d they were not here, and hold their watches cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

My fav peroration.