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Urged by the commons ? Doth his majesty
Incline to it, or no?
Cant.

He seems indifferent;
Or, rather, swaying more upon our part,
Than cherishing the exhibiters against us :
For I have made an offer to his majesty, -
Upon our spiritual convocation,
And in regard of causes now in hand,
Which I have open'd to his grace at large,
As touching France,- to give a greater sum
Than ever at one time the clergy yet
Did to his predecessors part withal.
Ely. How did this offer seem received, my

lord ? Cant. With good acceptance of his majesty ; Save, that there was not time enough to hear (As I perceived his grace would fain have done) The severals, and unhidden passages, Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms; And, generally, to the crown and seat of France, Derived from Edward, his great-grandfather. Ely. What was the impediment that broke this

off? Cant. The French ambassador, upon that in

stant, Craved audience : and the hour, I think, is come To give him hearing : is it four o'clock ? Ely.

It is. Cant. Then go we in, to know his embassy ; Which I could, with a ready guess, declare, Before the Frenchman speak a word of it. Ely. I'll wait upon you; and I long to hear it.

(Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in

the same.

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Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER,

WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Attendants.
K. Hen. Where is my gracious lord of Canter-

bury?
Exe. Not here in presence.
K. Hen. Send for him, good uncle.
West. Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege?
K. Hen. Not yet, my cousin ; we would be re-

solved,
Before we hear him, of some things of weight
That task our thoughts, concerning us and France.
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and BISHOP

OF ELY.
Cant. God and his angels guard your sacred

throne,
And make you long become it!
K. Hen.

Sure, we thank you.
My learned lord, we pray you to proceed :
And justly and religiously unfold,
Why the law Salique, that they have in France,
Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim.
And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your

reading,
Or nicely charge your understanding soul
With opening titles miscreate, whose right
Suits not in native colours with the truth;
For God doth know, how many, now in health,
Shall drop their blood in approbation
Of what your reverence shall incite us to :
Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,

How you awake our sleeping sword of war :
We charge you, in the name of God, take heed:
For never two such kingdoms did contend
Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops
Are every one a woe, a sore complaint,
'Gainst him whose wrongs give edge unto the

swords
That make such waste in brief mortality.
Under this conjuration, speak, my lord :
For we will hear, note, and believe in heart,
That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd
As pure as sin with baptism.
Cant. Then hear me, gracious sovereign; and

you peers, That owe yourselves, your lives, and services, To this imperial throne. –There is no bar To make against your highness' claim to France, But this, which they produce from Pharamond, In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant, No woman shall succeed in Salique land : Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze To be the realm of France, and Pharamond The founder of this law and female bar. Yet their own authors faithfully affirm That the land Salique is in Germany, Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe : Where Charles the great, having subdued the

Saxons, There left behind and settled certain French ; Who, holding in disdain the German women, For some dishonest manners of their life, Establish'd then this law,-to wit, no female Should be inheritrix in Salique land ; Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, Is at this day in Germany called Meisen. Then doth it well appear, the Salique law

Was not devised for the realm of France;
Nor did the French possess the Salique land
Until four hundred one-and-twenty years
After defunction of king Pharamond,
Idly supposed the founder of this law;
Who died within the year of our redemption
Four hundred twenty-six ; and Charles the great
Subdued the Saxons, and did seat the French
Beyond the river Sala, in the year
Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,
King Pepin, which deposèd Childerick,
Did, as heir general, being descended
Of Blithild, which was daughter to king Clothair,
Make claim and title to the crown of France.
Hugh Capet also, -who usurp'd the crown
Of Charles the duke of Loraine, sole heir male
Of the true line and stock of Charles the great,-
To find his title, with some shows of truth,
(Though, in pure truth, it was corrupt and

naught,)
Convey'd himself as heir to the lady Lingare,
Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son
To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son
Of Charles the great : also king Lewis the tenth,
Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied
That fair queen Isabel, his grandmother,
Was lineal of the lady Ermengare,
Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Loraine :
By the which marriage, the line of Charles the

great
Was re-united to the crown of France.
So that, as clear as is the summer's sun,
King Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim,
King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear

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To hold in right and title of the female ;
So do the kings of France unto this day :
Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law,
To bar your highness claiming from the female ;
And rather choose to hide them in a net,
Than amply to imbar their crooked titles
Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.
K. Hen. May I, with right and conscience,

make this claim ?
Cant. The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!
For in the book of Numbers it is writ,-
When the son dies, let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag ;
Look back into your mighty ancestors :
Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's

tomb, From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit, And your great-uncle's, Edward the black prince; Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, Making defeat on the full power of France ; Whiles his most mighty father on a hill Stood smiling, to behold his lion's whelp Forage in blood of French nobility. O noble English, that could entertain With half their forces the full pride of France ; And let another half stand laughing by, All out of work, and cold for action ! Ely. Awake remembrance of these valiant

dead, And with your puissant arm renew their feats; You are their heir, you sit upon their throne ; The blood and courage, that renowned them, Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege Is in the very May-morn of his youth, Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

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