INDEX OF FIRST LINES 357 I ENGLAND ANONYMOUS I SONG OF THE ENGLISH BOWMEN Agincourt, Agincourt! Know ye not Agincourt, Where English slew and hurt All their French foemen? With their pikes and bills brown, How the French were beat down, Shot by our Bowmen! Agincourt, Agincourt! Know ye not Agincourt, Never to be forgot, Or known to no men? Where English cloth-yard arrows Killed the French like tame sparrows, Slain by our Bowmen! Agincourt, Agincourt! Know ye not Agincourt? English of every sort, High men and low men, Fought that day wondrous well, All our old stories tell, Thanks to our Bowmen! Agincourt, Agincourt! Know ye not Agincourt? Where our fifth Harry taught Frenchmen to know men: And, when the day was done, Thousands there fell to one Good English Bowman! Agincourt, Agincourt! Know ye not Agincourt? Dear was the vict’ry bought By fifty yeomen. Ask any English wench, They were worth all the French: Rare English Bowmen! _Anonymous._ PEELE II FAREWELL TO DRAKE AND NORRIS Have done with care, my hearts! aboard amain, With stretching sails to plough the swelling waves: Now vail your bonnets to your friends at home: Bid all the lovely British dames adieu! To arms, my fellow-soldiers! Sea and land Lie open to the voyage you intend. To arms, to arms, to honourable arms! Hoist sails; weigh anchors up; plough up the seas With flying keels; plough up the land with swords! You follow them whose swords successful are: You follow Drake, by sea the scourge of Spain, The dreadful dragon, terror to your foes, Victorious in his return from Inde, In all his high attempts unvanquishèd; You follow noble Norris whose renown, Won in the fertile fields of Belgia, Spreads by the gates of Europe to the courts Of Christian kings and heathen potentates. You fight for Christ and England’s peerless Queen, Elizabeth, the wonder of the world, Over whose throne the enemies of God Have thunder’d erst their vain successless braves, O ten-times-treble happy men, that fight Under the cross of Christ and England’s Queen, And follow such as Drake and Norris are! All honours do this cause accompany; All glory on these endless honours waits; These honours and this glory shall He send, Whose honour and Whose glory you defend. _George Peele._ DRAYTON III BALLAD OF AGINCOURT Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.