58 NATURAL HISTORY OF SHAKESPEARE. 
Fluellen. ... if your majesties is remembered 
of it,, the Welshmen did goot service in a garden 
where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Mon¬ 
mouth caps ; which, your majesty know, 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. 
Fluellen. . . . he is come to me, and prings 
me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me 
eat my leek : . . . but I will be so pold as to 
wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then 
I will tell him a little piece of my desires. 
Pistol. ... I am qualmish at the smell of leek. 
Fluellen. I peseech you ... to eat, look you, 
this leek; ... if you can mock a leek, you can 
eat a leek. 
I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, . . 
Pistol. Must I bite? 
Fluellen. Yes, certainly; 
Pistol. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; 
I eat—and eat—I swear. 
Fluellen. Eat, I pray you : will you have some 
more sauce to your leek ? there is not enough leek 
to swear by. 
When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I 
pray you, mock at ’em; that is all. 
Pistol. Good. 
Fluellen. Ay, leeks is goot:— 
King Henry V., Act iv. Scenes I and 7 ; 
Act v. Scene 1. 
