Battle of Agincourt

"May it please you, my Liege, there are enough to be kill'd, enough to be taken Priseners, and enough to run away."

"HENRY V was a most Heroick Prince; and his single Victory at Agencourt might have afforded Matter for more Volumes than (as far as I can yet learn) have been written on his whole Reign."

"Chorus: ... the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt."

"King Henry: This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip hissleeve and show his scars. And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names. Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd."

"Montjoy: I come to thee for charitable licence, That we may wander o'er this bloody field To look our dead, and then to bury them; To sort our nobles from our common men. For many of our princes--woe the while!— Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood; So do our vulgar drench 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!"

"King Henry: What is this castle call'd that stands hard by?Montjoy: They call it Agincourt.King Henry: Then call we this the field of Agincourt, Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus."

"With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts Stuck close together.When down their bows they threw, And forth their bilbos drew, And on the French they flew, Not one was tardy; Arms were from shoulders sent, Scalps to the teeth were rent, Down the French peasants went— Our men were hardy."

"Upon Saint Crispin’s Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry. O when shall English men With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry?"

"Agincourt, Agincourt! know ye not Agincourt? Where the English slew and hurt All the French foemen? With our guns and bills brown, O, the French were beat down, Morris-pikes and bowmen!"