"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility,
But when the blast of warre blows in our eares,
Then imitate the action of the tyger:
Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-featured rage,
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostrill wide,
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every
Spirit to his full height! On, on, you noble English!"

A note tells us that the word 'breach' in the first line refers to a gap in the wall.