For Both….

….whose limbs were made in England, show us here the mettle of your pasture; let us swear that you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not; for there is none of you so mean and base, that hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, Cry – God for Harry! England and Saint George!