A lad of life, an imp of fame;[4]
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings
I love the lovely bully. What’s thy name?
K. Hen. Harry le Roi.
Pist. Le Roi! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew?
K. Hen. No, I am a Welshman.
Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen?
K. Hen. Yes.
Pist. Tell him, I’ll knock his leek about his pate,