'As yet
the Lamentation of the French
Invites the King of England's ftay at home:
The Emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order Peace between them; and omit
All the occurrences, what ever chanc'd,
'Till Harry's back return again to France:
There must we bring him; and my
felf have play'd
The Interim, by remembring you 'tis paft.

Then brook Abridgement, and your Eyes advance,
After your Thoughts, ftraight back again to France. [Exit.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your Leek to day? St. David's Day is paft.

Flu. There is occafions and causes why, and wherefore in all things; I will tell you affe a Friend, Captain Gower; the rafcally, fcauld, beggarly, lowfie, pragging Knave Piftol, which, you and your felf, and all the World 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 yefterday, look you, and bid me eat my Leek; it was in a place were I could not breed no contention with him; but I will be fo pold as to wear it in my Cap 'till I fee him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my Defires.

Enter Piftol.

Gow. Why, here he comes, fwelling like a Turky-cock. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his Swelling, nor his Turky-cocks. God pleffe you aunchient Piftol: You fcurvy loufié Knave, God pleffe you.

Pift. Ha! art thou Bedlam? Doft thou thirst, base Trojan, to have me fold up Parcas fatal Web? Hence, I am qualmish at the fmell of Leek.

Flu. I pefeech you heartily, fcurvy lowfie Knave, at my Defires, and my Requests, and my Petitions, to eat, look you, this Leek, because, look you, you do not love it, nor your Affections, and your Appetites, and your Digeftions does not agree with it; I would defire you to eat it. Pift. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats. Flu. There is one Goat for you,

Will you be fo good, fcald Knave, as eat it?

[Strikes him.

Pift. Bafe Trojan, thou fhalt die. Flu. You fay very true, fcald Knave, when God's will is: I will defire you to live in the mean time, and eat your Vi&tuals; come, there is Sawce for it. You call'd me yefterday 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 astonish'd him.

Flu. I fay I will make him eat fome part of my Leek, or I will peat his Pate four days: Pite, I pray you, it is good for your green Wound, and your ploody Coxcomb. Pift. Muft I bite?

Flu. Yes certainly, and out of doubt, and out of queftion too, and ambiguities.

Pift. By this Leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eat----I fwear---

Flu. Eat, I pray you; will you have fome more Sawce to your Leek: There is not enough Leek to fwear by. Pift. Quiet thy Cudgel, thou doft fee I eat.

Flu. Much good do you, fcald Knave, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the Skin is good for your proken Coxcomb: When you take occafions to fee Leeks hereafter I pray you mock at 'em, that's all.

Pift. Good.

Flu. Ay, Leeks is good, hold you, there is a Groat to

heal

your

Pate.

Pift. Me a Groat?

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth you fhall take it, or I have another Leek in my Pocket, which you shall eat. Pift. I take thy Groat in earnest 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 pe wi' you, and keep you, and heal your Pate.

Pift. All Hell fhall ftir for this.

[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 GentleVOL. IV.

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man

man twice or thrice. You thought, because 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 Welch Correction teach you a good Eng[Exit. lish Condition, fare ye well.

Pift. Doth Fortune play the Hufwife with me now? News have I that my Dol 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 formething lean to Cut-purfe of quick Hand: To England will I fteal, and there I'll steal;

And patches will I get unto these 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 moft fair and Princely Coufin Katharine;
And as a Branch and Member of this Royalty,
By whom this great Affembly is contriv'd,
We do falute you Duke of Burgundy.

you

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

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9.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

With all my Wits, my Pains, and ftrong Endeavours,
To bring your most Imperial Majefties

Unto this Bar and Royal Interview,

Your Mightineffes on both parts best 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 Visage?
Alas, the hath from France too long been chac'd,
And all her Husbandry doth lie 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 disorder'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 fweetly forth
The freckled Cowflip, Burnet, and green Clover,
Wanting the Sythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by Idleness, and nothing teems,

But hateful Docks, rough Thiftles, 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 fhould 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 seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former Favour,
You are affembled; and my Speech intreats,

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That

That I may know the Let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel thefe Inconveniences,
And bless us with her former Qualities.

K. Henry. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the Peace,
Whose want gives growth to th'Imperfections
Which you have cited; you muft buy that Peace
With full accord to all our juft Demands,

Whose 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 Answer made.

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

Fr. King. I have but with a curfolary Eye
O'er glanc'd the Articles; Pleaseth your Grace
To appoint fome of your Council presently
To fit with us, once more with better heed
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 Wisdoms best
Shall fee Advantageable for our Dignity,
Any thing in or out of our Demands,

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 stood 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.

2. Ifa. She hath good leave.

[Exeunt.

Manent 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?

Kath