A news item this week provided an unusually striking opportunity to trace the descent of the King’s (or potential King’s) English:
First, Shakespeare’s Harry:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And then, our own latter-day Harry expressing the same sentiment:
"It’s nice just to be here with all the guys and just mucking in as one of the lads."
Oh, well. The real Henry V might have said it much the same way, the Bard notwithstanding.