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Be here presented. Now we bear the king Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen, Heave him away upon your winged thoughts, Athwart the sea: Behold, the English beach Fales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,

Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep mouth'd sea,

Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land;
And, solemnly, see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath:
Where that his lords desire him, to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from va inness and self-glorious
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent, [pride;
Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and workinghouse of
thought,

How London doth pour out her citizens !
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,-
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,-
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in:
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious empress
(As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland
coming,

turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol.
you scurvy, lowsy knave, Got bless you!
Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst,
base Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?*
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek; be cause, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it.

Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.

Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again.] You called me yesterday, mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonishedt him.

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days:Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb. Pist. Must I bite?

cause,

Bringing rebellion broached¶ on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit,
To welcome him? much more, and much more
[him;
Did they this Harry. Now in London place
(As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the king of England's stay at home:
The emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them;) and omit
All the occurences, whatever chanc'd,
Till Harry's back-return again to France;
There must we bring him; and myself have
play'd

The interim, by remembering you―tis past. Then brook abridgment; and your eyes ad

vance

After your thought, straight back again to
France.
[Exit.
SCENE I-France.-An English Court of
Guard.

Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER.

Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol,~ which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; 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. Enter PISTOL.

Gor. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. Flu, "Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his

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Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear

Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leak to swear by.

Pist. Quit thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all.

Pist. Good.

Flu. Ay, leeks is goot:-Hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate. Pist. Me a groat!

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Exit, Pist. All hell shall stir for this.

Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition

begun upon an honourable respect, an worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,-and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleekingt and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not thereotherwise; and, henceforth, let a Welsh corfore handle an English cudgel: you find it Fare ye well. rection teach you a good English condition.§ [Exit. Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with

me now?

"Dost thou desire to have me put thee to death ?" + Stunned. 1 Scoffing, sneering. Temper For

News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital
Of malady of France;

| That should deracinate such savagery:
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies,
Losing both beauty and utility.
[burs
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and
hedges,

[Exit. Defective in their natures, grow to wildness;
Even so our houses, and ourselves, and children,
Apart-Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow, like savages,-as soldiers will,
That nothing do but meditate on blood,-
To swearing, and stern looks, diffus'd; attire,
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour,
You are assembled: and my speech entreats,
That I may know the let, why gentle peace
Should not expel these inconveniencies,
And bless us with her former qualities.

K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would
the peace,
Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
Whose want gives growth to the imperfections
With full accord to all our just demands;
Whose tenors and particular effects
You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands.
Bur. The king hath heard them; to the
There is no answer made.
which, as yet,

K. Hen. Well then, the peace,
Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer.
O'er-glanc'd the articles: pleaseth your grace
Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary eye
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To appoint some of your council presently
To re-survey them, we will, suddenly,
Pass our accept, and peremptory answer.
K. Hen. Brother, we shali.-Go, uncle Exe-
ter,-
[ter,-
And brother Clarence,-and you, brother Glos-
Warwick-and Huntingdon,-go with the
And take with you free power, to ratify,
king:
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Any thing in, or out of, our demands; [ter,
Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
And we'll consign thereto.--Will you, fair sis-

Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with
them:

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn,
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:
And patches will I get unto these scars,
And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars.

SCENE II.-Troyes in Champagne.-An
ment in the French King's Palace.
Enter, at one door, King HENRY, BEDFORD,
GLOSTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORE-
LAND, and other Lords; at another, the FRENCH
KING, Queen ISABEL, the Princess KATHA-
RINE, Lords, Ladies, &c. the Duke of BUR-
GUNDY, and his Train.

K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore

we are met!

Unto our brother France,-and to our sister,
Health and fair time of day:-joy and good
wishes
[rine;

To our most fair and princely cousin Katha-
And (as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,)
We do salute you, duke of Burgundy ;-
And, princes French, and peers, health to you

all!

Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your face,

Most worthy brother England; fairly met :-
So are you, princes English, every one.
Q Isa. So happy be the issue, brother Eng-

land,

Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting,
As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French, that met them in their
The fatal balls of murdering basilisks: [bent,
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality; and that this day
Shall change all griefs, and quarrels, into love.
K. Hen. To cry amen to that, thus we ap-

pear.

Q. Isa. You English princes all, I do salute

you.

have laboured

Bur. My duty to you both, on equal love,
Great kings of France and England! That I
[vours,
With all my wits, my pains and strong endea-
To bring your most imperial majesties
Unto this bart and royal interview,
Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.
Since then my office hath so far prevail'd,
That, face to face, and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted; let it not disgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub, or what impediment, there is,
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not, in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Alas! she hath from France too long been
chas'd;
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies: her hedges even-pleached,
Like prisoners wildly over-grown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs: her fallow leas
The darnel hemlock, and rank fumitory,
Doth root upon; while that the coultert rusts,
• Hospital
+ Ploughshare

+ Barrier.

Haply, a woman's voice may do some good,
When articles, too nicely urg'd, be stood on.
K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine here
with us;
She is our capital demand, compris'd
Within the fore-rank of our articles.
Q. Isa. She hath good leave.

[Exeunt all but HENRY, KATHA and her Gentlewoman. K. Hen. Fair Katharine, and most fair! Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart? Such as will enter at a lady's ear,

Kath. Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak your England.

K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your me soundly with your French heart, I will be English tongue. Do you like me, Kate? Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat islike me.

*To deracinate is to force up the roots. + Extravagant. + Appearance. ( Hinderance

one,

K. Hen. An angei is like you, Kate; and you K. Hen. No; it is not possible, you should are like an angel.

love the enemy of France, Kate: but, in loving Kath. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable à les me, you should love the friend of France; for anges ?

I love France so well, that I will not part with Alice. Ouy, trayment, sauf vostre grace) ainsi a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, dit il.

Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours, K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I then yours is France, and you are mine. must not blush to affirm it.

Kuth, I cannot tell vat is dat. Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes K. Hen. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; sont pleines des tromperies.

which, I am sure, will hang upon my tongue K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the like a new-married wife about her husband's tongues of men are full of deceits ?

neck, hardly to be shook off. Quand j'ay la Alice. Ouy; dat de tongues of de mans is be possession de France, et quand vous arez le posfull of deceits : dat is de princess.

session de moi, (let me see, what then? Saint K. Hen. The princess is the better English- Dennis be my speed!)--donc vostre est France, woman. l'faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy et vous estes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, understanding: I am glad, thou can’st speak to conquer the kingdom, as to speak so much no better English; for, if thou could’st, thou more French: I shall never move thee in would'st find me such a plain king, that thou French: unless it be to laugh at me. would'st think, I had sold my farm to buy my Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le François que crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, vous parlez, est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je but directly to say, I love you : then, if you parie. urge me further than to say-Do you in faith? K. Hen. No, 'faith, 'tis not, Kate: but thy I wear out my suit. Give me your answer; speaking of my tongue, and I thine, most truly i'faith, do; and so clap hands and a bargain: falsely, must needs be granted to be much at How say you, lady?

But, Kate, dost thou understand thus Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, me understand much English? Canst thou love me? well.

Kuth. I cannot tell. K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to ver- K. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, ses, or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you Kate? I'll ask them. Come, I know, thou undid me: for the one, I have neither words lovest me: and at night when you come into nor measure; and for the other, I have no your closet, you'll question this gentlewoman strength in measure,* yet a reasonable mea- about me; and I know, Kate, you will, to her, sure in strength. If I could win a lady at leap- dispraise those parts in me, that you love with frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my your heart: but, good Kate, mock me merciarmour on my back, under the correction of fully; the rather, gentle princess, because I bragging be it spoken, I should quickly leap love thee cruelly. "If ever thou be'st mine, into a wife. Or, if I might buffet for my love, Kate, (as I have a saving faith within me, tells or bound my horse for her favours, I could lay me,-thou shalt,) I get thee with scambling, on like a butcher, and sit like a jack-an-apes, and thou must therefore needs prove a good never off: but, before God, I cannot look green soldier-breeder: Shall not thou and I, bely,t nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have tween Saint Dennis and Saint George, comno cunning in protestation; only downright pound a boy, half French, half English, that oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never shall go to Constantinople, and take the Turk break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow by the beard? shall we not? what sayest thou, of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth my fair flower-de-luce? sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for Kath. I do not know dat. love of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If to promise: do but now promise, Kate, you thou canst love me for this, take me: if not, to will endeavour for your French part of such a say to thee--that I shall die, is true; but-for boy; and, for my English moiety, take the thy love, by the Lord, no; yet I love thee too. word of a king and a bachelor. How answer And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fel- you, la plus belle Kutharine du monde, mon tres low of plain and uncoined constancy; for he chere et dirine deesse? perforce must do thee right, because he hath Kath. Your majesté’ave fausse French enough not the gift to woo in other places: for these to deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme them- France. selves into ladies' favours,--they do always K. Hen. Now, fie upon my false French! reason themselves out again. What! a speaker By mine honour, in true English, I love thee, is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A Kate: by which honour I dare not swear, thou good leg will fall:9 a straight back will stoop; lovest me; yet my blood begins to flatter me a black beard will turn white; a curled pate that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and will grow-bald; a fair face will wither; a full untempering effect of my visage.* Now beeye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, shrew my father's ambition! he was thinking is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and of civil wars when he got me; therefore was not the moon; for it shines bright, and never created with a stubborn outside, with an as. changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou pect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies, woulā have such a one, take me: And take I fright then. But, in faith, Kate, the elder me, take a soldier; take a soldier, take a king: I wax, the better I shall appear: my comfort And what sayest thou then to my love? speak, is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

do no more spoil upon my face: thou hast me, Kath. Is it possible dat I should love de if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt enemy of France?

wear me, if thou wear me, better and better;

And therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, • In dancing. + 1.e. like a young lover, awkwardly. I will you have me? Put off your maiden

1 He means, resembling a plain piece of metal which has not yet received any impression.

# ). e. Though my face has no power to soften vou.

Fall away.

blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart naked, and blind: Can you blame her then with the looks of an empress, take me by the being a maid yet rosed over with the virgin. hand, and say-Harry of England, I am thine: crimson of modesty, if she deny the appearance which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? ear withal, but I will tell thee aluud-England It were, my lord, a hard condition for å maid is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and to consign to. Henry Plantagenet is thine; who, though I K. Hen. Yet they do wink, and yield; as love speak it before his face, if he be 'not fellow is blind, and enforces. with the best king, thou shalt find the best king Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when of good fellows. Come, your answer in bro- they see not what they do. ken music; for thy voice is music, and thy K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your English broken: therefore, queen of all, Ka- cousin to consent to winking. tharine, break thy mind to me ip broken Eng- Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, lish. Wilt thou have me?

if you will teach her to know my meaning: for Kath. Dat is, as it shall please de roy mon maids, well summered and warm kept, are like pere.

flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they K. Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; have their eyes; and then they will endure it shall please him, Kate.

handling, which before would not abide look. Kuth. Den it shall also content me.

ing on. K. Hen. Upon that I will kiss your hand, K. Hen. This moral* ties me over to time, and I call you—my queen.

and a hot summer; and so I will catch the fly, Kath. Laissez, mon siegneur, laissez, luissez: your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be ma foy, je ne veux point que vous abbuissez vostre blind too. grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves. serviteure ; excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon tres K. Hen. It is so: and you may, some of you, puissant seigneur.

thank love for my blindness; who cannot see K. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. many a fair French city, for one fair French

Kath. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre maid that stands in my way. buiseés devant leur nopces, il n'est pas le coûtume Fr. King. Yes, iny lord, you see them perde France.

spectively, the cities turned into a maid; for K. Hen. Madam, my interpreter, what says they are all girdled with maiden walls, that sbe?

war bath nerer entered. Alice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les K. Hen. Shall Kate be my wife? ladies of France,- I cannot tell what is, buiser, Fr. King. So please you. en English.

K. Hen. I am content; so the maiden cities K. Hen. To kiss.

you talk of, may wait on her: so the maid, that Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy. stood in the way of my wish, shall show me the

K. Ren. It is not the fashion for the maids in way to my will. France to kiss before they are married, would Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of Alice. Ouy, trayment.

K. Hen. Is't so, my lords of England ? K. Hen. 0, Kate, nice customs curt'sy to West. The king hath granted every article : great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all, confined within the weak list* of a country's According to their firm proposed natures. fashion: we are the makers of manners, Kate; Exe. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this:-and the liberty that follows our places, stops where your majesty demands,- That the king the mouths of all find-faults; as I will do yours, of France, having any occasion to write for for upholding the nice fashion of your country, matter of grant, shall name yonr highness iç in denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently, and this forun, and with this addition, in French, yielding. (Kissing her.) You have witchcraft Notre tres cher filz Henry roy d'Angleterre, hein your lips, Kate: there is more eloquence in retier de France; and thus in Latin,-Preciaa sugar touch of them, than in the tongues of rissimus filius noster Henricus, rex Angliæ, et the French conncil; and they should sooner hæres Francia. persuade Harry of England, than a general Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.

denied,

But your request shall make me let it pass. Enter the French King and QUEEN, BURGUN.

K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear DY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WEST

alliance, MORELAND, and other French and English Let that one article rank with the rest: Lords.

And, thereupon, give me your daughter. Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cou- Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her bin, teach you our princess English?

blood raise up K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms cousin, how perfectly I love her; and that is of France and England, whose very shores good English.

look pale Bur. Is she not apt?

With envy of each other's happiness, [tion K. Her. Our tongue is rough, coz; and my May cease their hatred; and this dear conjuncconditiont is not smooth : so that, having nei. Piant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord her the voice nor the heart of flattery about in their sweet bosoms, that never war advance me, I cannot so conjure up the spirit of love in His bleeding sword 'wixt England and fair per, that he will appear in his true likeness,

France. Bur. Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I All. Amen! answer you for that. If you would conjure in K. Hen. Now welcome, Kate:-and hear me Rer you must make a circle: if conjure up love

witness all, in her in his true likeness, he must appear That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.

(Flourish. Slight barrier. + Temper.

. Application.

she say?

reason.

Q. Isu. God, the best maker of all marriages,

Enter CHORCS. Combine your hearts in one, your realms in Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen, one!

Our bending* author bath pursu'd the story As man and wife, being two are one in love, In little room confining mighty men, So be there'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal, Mangling by starts the full course of their That never may ill office, or fell jealousy,

glory.

[liv'd Which troubles oft the bed of blessed mar- Small time, but in that small, most greatly riage,

This star of England: fortune made his sword; Thrust in between the paction of these king. By which the world's best gardent he achiev'd, doms,

And of it left his son imperial lord. To make divorce of their incorporate league ; Henry the sixth, in infant bands crown'd king That English may as French, French English- Of France and England did this king suce men,

ceed; Receive each other!-God speak this Amen! Whose state so many had the managing, AU. Amen!

That they lost France, and made his Eng. K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage :-on

land bleed: which day,

Which oft our stage hath shown; and, foc My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath,

their sake, And all the peers’, for surety of our leagues.- In your fair minds let this acceptance take. Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me;

[Erit. And may our oaths well kept and prosp'roi s

(Eseunt. * I... Unequal to the weight of the subject. + Finna

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