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.