princess-of-france:EXETERHere comes the herald of the French, my liege.GLOUCESTERHis eyes are humble
princess-of-france:EXETERHere comes the herald of the French, my liege.GLOUCESTERHis eyes are humbler than they used to be.KING HENRY VHow now! What means this, herald? Know’st thou notThat I have fined these bones of mine for ransom?Comest thou again for ransom?CATHERINENo, great king.I come to thee for charitable license,That we may wander o’er this bloody fieldTo book our dead and then to bury them,To sort our nobles from our common men,For many of our princes—woe the while!—Lie drowned and soaked in mercenary blood.So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbsIn blood of princes, and the wounded steedsFret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rageYerk out their armèd heels at their dead masters,Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,To view the field in safety and disposeOf their dead bodies.KING HENRY VI tell thee truly, herald,I know not if the day be ours or no,For yet a many of your horsemen peerAnd gallop o’er the field.CATHERINEThe day is yours.KING HENRY VPraised be God, and not our strength, for it.What is this castle called, that stands hard by?CATHERINEThey call it Azincourt.KING HENRY VThen call we this the field of Agincourt,Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.(Henry V, Part 2; Act IV, scene vii)Happy St. Crispin’s Day, Shakespeeps! xx Claire@harry-leroy @suits-of-woe @skeleton-richard @lovesjustachemical @henriadical @thelibraryiscool @witty-fool @flappyfluellen @malvoliowithin @shredsandpatches @wilsonnofsassycat @necromancy-savant @nuingiliath @dragonarchaeologist @hechiceria @lizbennett2013 @within-thehollowcrown @feral-edgar @giuliettaluce @ardenrosegarden @aquitainequeen @surrealthespian @exeunt-pursued-by-a-bear @skyeblueskyes -- source link
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