their peasant limbs
In blood of princes;) and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
To view the field in safety, and dispose
Of their dead bodies!

_K. Hen._ I tell thee truly, herald,
I know not if the day be ours or no;
For yet a many of your horsemen peer
And gallop o'er the field.

_Mont._ The day is yours.

_K. Hen._ Praised be Heaven, and not our strength, for it!--
What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?

_Mont._ They call it--Agincourt.

_K. Hen._ Then call we this--the field of Agincourt,
Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

[_Loud flourish of Trumpets, and shouts of the soldiers.
MONTJOY rises from his knee, and stands R._

_Flu._ (L.) Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty,
and your great uncle Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in
the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.

_K. Hen._ (C.) They did, Fluellen.

_Flu._ Your majesty says very true: if your majesties is remembered of
it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow,
wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps;[29] which, your majesty knows, to
this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and I do believe, your
majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

_K. Hen._ I wear it for a memorable honour;
For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman.

_Flu._ All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out
of your pody, I can tell you that: Heaven pless it, and preserve it, as
long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!

_K. Hen._ Thanks, good my countryman.

_Flu._ I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it: I will
confess it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majesty,
praised be Heaven, so long as your majesty is an honest man.

_K. Hen._ Heaven keep me so!--Our herald go with him:
Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts.--

[_Exeunt MONTJOY and attendants, with English Herald, R.H._

Call yonder fellow hither.

[_Points to WILLIAMS, who is standing in the ranks up the stage, L._

_Exe._ Soldier, you must come to the king.

_K. Hen._ (C.) Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove in thy cap?

_Will._ (_kneels R._) An't please your majest