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K. Henry. This moral ties me over to time, and a hot summer; and so I shall catch the flie your coufin in the latter end, and she must be blind too.
Burg. As love is, my lord, before it loves.
thank love for my blindness, who cannot fee many a fair French city, for one fair French maid that stands in my way.
Fr. King. Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively; the cities turn'd into a maid ; for they are all girdled with maiden walls, that war hath never enter'd. K. Henry. Shall Kate be
wife? Fr. King. So please you.
K. Henry. I am content, so the maiden cities of may
wait on her; so the maid, that stood in the way for my wish, shall shew me the way to my will.
Fr. King. We have confented to all terms of reason.
Exe. Only he hath not yet subscribed this : Where your Majesty demands, That the King of France, having occasion to write for matter of grant, shall name your Highness in this form, and with this addition in French : nostre tres cher filz Henry Roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France : and thus in Latin ; Præclarissimus filius nofter Henricus Rex Angliæ & hæres Franciæ,
Fr. King. Yet this I have not (brother) fo deny'd, But your request fall make me let it pass.
K. Henry. I pray you then, in love and dear alliance, Let that one article rank with the rest, And thereupon give me your daughter.
Fr. King. Take her, fair son, and from her blood Iffue to me; that these contending Kingdoms, England and France, whose very shores look pale With envy of each other's happiness, May cease their hatred ; and this dear conjunction Plant neighbourhood and chriftian-like accord
In their sweet breasts; that never war advance
nels all, That here I kiss her as my Sovereign Queen. [Flourish.
Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine
hearts in one, your realms in one:
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
[Exeunt. Enter Chorus. Thus far wich rough, and all-unable, pen
Our bending author hath pursu'd the story; In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory, Small time, but, in that small, most greatly liv'd
This Star of England. Fortune made his sword;
(31) Thrust in between the pasion of these Kingdoms] The old Folio's have it, the pation ; which makes me believe, the Author's Word was paction; a Word, more proper on the occasion of a Peace struck up. A Pallion of cwo Kingdoms for one another, is an odd Expression. An Amiry and political Harmony may be fix'd betwixt two Countries, and yet either People be far from having a Passion for the other,
By which the world's best garden he atchiev'd,
And of it left his son imperial lord.
Of France and England, did this King succeed : Whose state so many had i'th' managing,
That they loft France, and made his England bleed: Which oft our stage hath shown ; and, for their fake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.