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K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I love her; and that is good English.

Bur. Is she not apt?

K. Hen. Our tongue is rough, coz; and my condition is not smooth: so that, having neither the voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will appear in his true likeness. .

Bur. Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I answer you for that. If you would conjure in her you must make a circle: if conjure up love in her in his true likeness, he must appear naked, and blind: Can you blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid to consign to.

K. Hen. Yet they do wink, and yield; as love is blind, and enforces.

Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when they see not what they do.

K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent to winking.

Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning: for maids, well summer'd and warm kept, are like flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their eyes; and then they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on.

K. Hen. This moral ties me over to time, and a hot summer; and so I shall catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too.

Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves.

K. Hen. It is so: and you may, some of you, thank love for my blindness; who cannot see 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. Ken. Shall Kate be

my

wife? Fr. King. So please you.

K. Hen. I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of, may wait on her: so the maid, that stood in the way for my wish, shall show me the way to

my will.

Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of

reason.

K. Hen. Is't so, my lords of England ?

West. The king hath granted every article:
His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all,
According to their firm proposed natures.

Exe. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this:
Where your majesty demands,—That the king of
France, having any occasion to write for matter of
grant, shall name your highness in this form, and
with this addition, in French,- Notre tres cher filz
Henry roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; and thus
in Latin,-Præclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex
Angliæ, & hæres Franciæ.
Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so de-

ny’d,
But your request shall make me let it

pass.

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K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear al

liance, Let that one article rank with the rest: And, thereupon, give me your daughter. Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her

blood raise up Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms Of France and England, whose very shores look

pale

With envy

of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction
Plant neighbourhood and christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.

All. Amen!
K. Hen. Now welcome, Kate:—and bear me

witness all,
That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.

[Flourish. Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine

your hearts in one, your realms in one!
As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal,
That never may ill office, or fell jealousy,
Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate league;
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Receive each other!-God speak this Amen!

All. Amen!
K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage:-on which

day,

My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath,
And all the peers', for surety of our leagues.-
Then shall I swear to Kate,—and you to me;
And inay our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be!

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Enter Chorus.

Thus far, with 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; By which the world's best garden he achiev'd,

And of it left his son imperial lord.
Henry the sixth, in infant bands crown'd king

Of France and England, did this king succeed;
Whose state so many had the managing,
That they lost France, and made his England

bleed: Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.

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