Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. Kin.
Kin. Praised be God, and not our strength for it:
Kin. What is this Castle call'd that stands hard by.
Her. Her.
Her. They call it Agincourt.
King. King.
King. Then call we this the field of Agincourt,
King. Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.
Flu. Flu.
Flu. Your Grandfather of famous memory (an't please your Maiesty) and your great Vncle Edward the Placke Prince of Wales, as I haue read in the Chronicles, fought a most praue pattle here in France.
Kin. They did Fluellen.
Flu. Your Maiesty sayes very true: If your Maiesties is remembred of it, the Welchmen did good seruice in a Garden where Leekes did grow, wearing Leekes in their Monmouth caps, which your Maiesty know to this houre is an honourable badge of the seruice: And I do beleeue your Maiesty takes no scorne to weare the Leeke vppon S.Tauies day.
King. I weare it for a memorable honor:
King. For I am Welch you know good Countriman.
Flu. All the water in Wye, cannot wash your Maie- sties Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: God plesse it, and preserue it, as long as it pleases his Grace, and his Maiesty too.