Flu. Ay, Leeks is good; hold you, there is a Groat so heal your Pate.

Pift. Me a Groat?

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I have another Leek in my Pocket, which you fhall eat.

Pift. I take thy Groat in earneft of Revenge.

Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cudgels, you fhall be a Woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but Cudgels: God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your Pate.

[Exit. Gow. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knave: Will you mock at an ancient Tradition, began upon an honourable Refpect, and worn as a memorable Trophy of predeceafed Valour, and dare not avouch in your Deeds any of your Words. I have feen you gleeking and galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, becaufe he could not fpeak English in the native Garb, he could not therefore handle an English Cudgel; you find it otherwife, and henceforth let a Welsh Correction teach you a good English Condition, fare ye well.

Pift. All Hell fhall ftir for this.

[Exit, Pift. Doth Fortune play the Hufwife with me now? News have I that my Doll is dead i'th' Spittle, of a malady of France, and there my rendezvous is quite cut off: Old I do wax, and from my weary Limbs Honour is cudgell'd. Well, Bawd I'll turn, and fomething lean to Cut-purfe of quick Hand: To England will I fteal, and there I'll teal;

And patches will I get unto thefe cudgel'd Scars,
And fwear I got them in the Gallia Wars.

[Exit. Enter at one Door, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwick, and other Lords, at another, the French King, Queen Isabel, the Duke of Burgundy, and other French.

K. Henry. Peace to this Meeting; wherefore we are met: Unto our Brother France, and to our Sifter,

Health and fair time of Day; Joy and good Wishes
To our most fair and Princely Coufin Katherine;
And as a Branch and Member of this Royalty,
By whom this great Affembly is contriv'd,
We do falute you Duke of Burgundy,
And Princes French and Peers, Health to you all.

Fr. King.

Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your Face,
Moft worthy Brother England, fairly met.
So are you Princes English, every one.

Q.Ifa. So happy be the Iffue, Brother England, Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting, As we are now glad to behold your Eyes: Your Eyes, which hitherto have born in them Against the French, that met them in their bent, The fatal Balls of murthering Bafilisks: The venom of fuch Looks we fairly hope Have loft their quality, and that this day Shall change all Griefs and Quarrels into Love. K. Henry. To cry Amen to that, thus we appear. Q. Ifa. You English Princes all, I do falute you. Burg. My Duty to you both, on equal Love; Great Kings of France and England. That I have labour'd With all my Wits, my Pains, and strong Endeavours, To bring your moft Imperial Majefties

Unto this Bar and Royal Interview,

Your Mightineffes on both parts beft can witness.
Since then my Office hath fo far prevail'd,
That Face to Face, and Royal Eye to Eye,
You have congreeted: Let it not difgrace 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 beft Garden of the World,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely Vifage?
Alas, the hath from France too long been chac'd,
And all her Husbandry doth lye on heaps,
Corrupting in its own Fertility.

Her Vine, the merry chearer of the Heart,
Unpruned dies; her Hedges even pleach'd,
Like Prifoners wildly over-grown with Hair,
Put forth diforder'd Twigs: Her fallow Leas,
The Darnel, Hemlock, and rank Fumitory,
Doth root upon, while that the Culter rufts,
That fhould deracinate fuch Savagery:
The even Mead, that erft brought sweetly forth
The freckled Cowflip, Burnet, and green Clover,

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Wanting

Wanting the Sythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by Idlenefs, and nothing teems,
But hateful Docks, rough Thistles, Keckfies, Burs,
Lofing both Beauty and Utility;

And all our Vineyards, Fallows, Meads and Hedges,
Defective in their Natures, grow to wildness.
Even fo our Houses, and our Selves, and Children,
Have loft, 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 ftern Looks, diffus'd Attire,
And every thing that feems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former Favour,
You are affembled; and my Speech intreats,
That I may know the Let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel these Inconveniences,

And blefs us with her former Qualities.

K. Henry. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the Peace, Whofe want gives growth to th' Imperfections

Which you have cited; you muft buy that Peace
With full accord to all our juft Demands,

Whofe Tenures and particular Effects

You have enfchedul'd briefly in your Hands.

Burg. The King hath heard them; to the which, as yet, There is no Anfwer made.

K. Henry. Well then; the Peace, which you before fo urg'd, Lyes in his Anfwer.

Fr. King. I have but with a curfolary Eye
O'er-glanc'd the Articles: Pleafeth your Grace
To appoint fome of your Council prefently
To fit with us, once more with better beed
To re-furvey them; we will fuddenly
Pafs our accept and peremptory Answer.

K. Henry. Brother, we fhall. Go, Uncle Exeter,
And Brother Clarence, and Brother Gloucester,
Warwick and Huntington, go with the King,
And take with you free Power to ratifie,
Augment, or alter, as your Wifdoms best
Shall fee advantageable for our Dignity,
Any thing in or out of our Demands,

And

And we'll confign thereto. Will you, fair Sifter,
Go with the Princes, or stay here with us?

Q.Ifa. Our gracious Brother, I will go with them;
Haply a Woman's Voice may do fome good,
When Articles too nicely urg'd, be ftood on.

K. Henry. Yet leave our Coufin Katharine here with us, She is our capital Demand compris'd

Within the fore-rank of our Articles.

Q.Ifa. She hath good leave.

Manet King Henry, Katharine and a Lady.

K. Henry. Fair Katharine, moft fair,

Will you vouchsafe to teach a Soldier terms,
Such as will enter at a Lady's Ear,

And plead his Love-fuit to her gentle Heart?

[Exeunt.

Kath. Your Majefty fhall mock at me, I cannot speak your England.

K. Henry. O fair Katharine, if you will love me foundly with your French Heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English Tongue. Do you like me, Kate? Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is like me.

K. Henry. An Angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an Angel.

Kath. Que dit-il, que je fuis femblable à les Anges? Lady. Ouy verament (fauf voftre Grace) ainfi dit-il. K. Henry. I faid fo, dear Katharine, and I must not blush to affirm it.

Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes font plein de tromperies.

K. Henry. What fays fhe, fair One? that Tongues of Men are full of Deceits?

Lady. Ouy, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits :dat is de Princefs.

K. Henry. The Princefs is the better English-woman; i'faith Kate, my wooing is fit for thy Understanding, I am glad thou canft fpeak no better English, for if thou could'ft, thou would't find me fuch a plain King, that thou would'st think, I had fold my Farm to buy my Crown. I know no ways to mince it in Love, but directly to fay, I love you; then if you urge me farther, than to fay, Do you in faith? I wear out my fuit: Give me your answer i'faith do, and clap Hands, and a Bargain; how fay you, Lady?

Kath.

Kath. Sauf voftre honneur, me understand well.

one,

K. Henry. Marty, if you would put me to Verfes, or to Dance for your fake, Kate, why you undid me; for the I have neither words nor measure; and for the other, I have no ftrength in meafure, yet a reasonable measure in ftrength. If I could win a Lady at leap-frog, or by vaulting into my Saddle, with my Armour on my Back; under the correction of Bragging be it fpoken, I should quickly leap into a Wife: Or if I might buffet for my Love, or bound my Horse for her Favours, I could lay on like a Butcher, and fit like a Jack-an-Apes, never off. But before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly, nor gafp out my Eloquence, nor I have no cunning in Proteftation; only down. right Oaths, which I never used till urg'd, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a Fellow of this Temper, Kate, whofe Face is not worth Sun-burning; that never looks in his Glafs, for love of any thing he fees there; let thine Eye be thy Cook. I fpeak thee plain Soldier; if thou canft love me for this, take me; if not, to fay to thee that I shall dye, is true; but for thy love, by the Lord, No: yet I love thee too. And while thou liv'ft, dear Kate, take a Fellow of plain and uncoined Conftancy, for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places: For thefe Fellows of infinite Tongue, that can Rhime themselves into Ladies Favours, they do always reason themfelves out again. What? a Speaker is but a Prater, a Rhime is buta Ballad; a good Leg will fall, aftraight Back will stoop, a black Beard will turn whire, a curl'd Pate will grow bald, a fair Face will wither, a full Eye will wax hollow; but a good Heart, Kate, is the Sun and the Moon, or rather the Sun, and not the Moon; for it fhines bright, and never changes, but keeps his courfe truly. If thou would'st have fuch a one, take me; and take me, take a Soldier; take a Soldier; take a King: And what fay'ft thou then my Love? fpeak my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

Kath. Is it poffibie dat I fould love de enemy of France? K. Henry. No, it is not poffible that you should love the Enemy of France, Kate; but in loving me, you should love the Friend of France; for I love France fo well, that I will not part with a Village of it: I will have it all mine; and, Kate, when France is inine, and I am yours; then yours is France, and you are mine.

Kath.