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Pist. Me a groat!

Pist. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, aud buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Exit.

Pist. All hell shall stir for this. Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,

Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER. Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and-begun upon an honourable respect, and worn wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol, which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no me rits, he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

Enter PISTOL.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol, you scurvey, lowsy knave, Got bless you!

Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst,
base Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?+
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at any desires, 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 digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to

eat it.

Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.

Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] Will you be so goot, scald kuave, as eat it? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald kuave, when Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again.] You called me yesterday, mountain-squire; but I will make you to day a squire of low degree. I pray you fall to; if you cau mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonished ‡ him.

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days:Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite ?

Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, aud eke I swear

Henry did not strike a blow in France, for two years after the decisive battle of Agincourt; but immediately concluded a truce for that period.---Hume. Dost thou desire to have me put thee to death ?" 1 Stunned.

as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking⚫ and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought because he could not speak English in the na tive garb, he could not therefore handle an En glish cudgel: you find it otherwise; and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. + Fare ye well.

[Exit.

Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with
me now?

News have 1, that my Nell is dead i'the spital
Of malady of France;

Aud there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn,
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:
And patches will I get unto these scars,
And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.

[Exit.

SCENE II.-Troyes in Champagne.—An A-
partment in the French King's Palace.
Enter, at one door, King HENRY, BEDFORD,
GLOSTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORE-
LAND, and other Lords; at another; the
FRENCH KING, Queen ISABEL, the Princess
KATHARINE, Lords, Ladies, &c. the Duke
of BURGUNDY, and his Train.

K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we
are met!

Unto our brother France, and to our sister,
Health and fair time of day, joy and good
wishes
[rine;
To our most fair and princely cousin Katha-
And (as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,)
We do salute you, duke of Burgundy ;-
Aud princes Freuch, and peers, health to you
all!

Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold
your face,

Most worthy brother England; fairly met:
So are you, princes English, every one.

Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother Eng

land,

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And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow | By mine honour in true English, I love thee, of plain and uncoined * constancy; for he Kate: by which honour I dare not swear thou perforce must do thee right, because he hath lovest me; yet my blood begins to flatter me not the gift to woo in other places: for these that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme them-untempering effect of my visage. Now beinto ladies' favours,-they do always shrew my father's ambition he was thinking reason themselves out again. What! a speaker of civil wars when he got me; therefore was I is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A created with stubborn outside, with an asgood leg will fall: a straight back will stoop:pect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies a black beard will turn white; a curled pate I fright them. But in faith, Kate, the elder will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full I wax, the better I shall appear: my comfort eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can is the sun and moon; or rather the sun, and do no more spoil upon my face: thou hast me, not the moon; for it shines bright, and never if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou wear me, if thou wear me, better and better; would have such a one, take me: And take And therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, me, take a soldier: take a soldier, take a king will you have me: Put off your maiden And what sayest thou then to my love? speak, blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart my fair, and fairly, I pray thee. with the looks of an empress; take me by the hand, and say-Harry of England, I am thine: which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine K. Hen. No; it is not possible you should ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud-England love the enemy of France, Kate: but in loving is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, me, you should love the friend of France; for and Henry Plantagenet is thine; who, though I I love France so well, that I will not part with speak it before his face, if he be not fellow a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, with the best king, thou shalt find the best king Kate, when France is mine, and I am your's, of good fellows. Come, your answer in brothen your's is France, and you are mine. ken music; for thy voice is music, and thy Kath. I cannot tell vat is dat. English broken: therefore, queen of all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken Eng lish. Wilt thou have ine ?

Kath. Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France ?

K. Hen. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which, I am sure, will hang upon my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook off. Quand j'ay la possession de France, et quand vous avez le possession de moi, (let me see, what then? Saint Dennis be my speed !)-donc vostre est France, et vous estes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom, as to speak so much more French: I shall never move thee in French: unless it be to laugh at me. Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le François quevous parlez, est meilleur que l'Anglois le quel je parle.

K. Hen. No, 'faith, 'tis not, Kate but thy speaking of my tongue, and I thine, most truly falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me? Kath. I connot tell.

Kath. Dat is, as it shall please de roy mon pere.

K. Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.

Kath. Den it shall also content me.

K. Hen. Upon that I will kiss your hand, and I call you--my queen.

Kath. Laissez, mon siegneur, laissez, laissez: ma foy, je ne veux point que vous abaissez vostre grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne serviteure; excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon tres puissant seigneur.

K. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. Kath. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre baises devant leur nopces il n'est pas le coutume de France.

K. Hen. Madam, my interpreter, what says she? Atice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of France,-I cannot tell what is baiser en English.

K. Hen. To kiss.

Alice. Your Majesty entendre bettre que moy. K. Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids France to kiss before they are married, would she say?

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Alice. Ouz, vrayment.

K. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them. Come, I know, thou lovest me and at night, when you come into your closet, you'll question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will, to her, dispraise those parts in me, that you love with your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, because 1 love thee cruelly. If ever thou be'st mine, K. Hen. O Kate, nice customs curt'sy to Kate, (as I have a saving faith within me, tells great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be me thou shalt,) I get thee with scambling, confined within the weak list of a country's and thou must therefore needs prove a good fashion: we are the makers of manners, Kate; soldier-breeder: Shall not thou and I, be- and the liberty that follows our places, stops tween Saint Dennis and Saint George, com- the mouths of all find-faults; as I will do your's, pound a boy, half French, half English, that for upholding the nice fashion of your country, shall go to Constantinople, and take the Turkin denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently, and by the beard? shall we not? what sayest thou, yielding. [Kissing her.] You have witchcraft my fair flower-de-luce?

Kath. I do not know dat.

K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: do but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your French part of such a boy; and, for my English moiety, take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle Katharine du monde mon tres chere et divine deesse?

Kath. Your majesté 'ave fausse French enough to deceive de most suge demoiselle dat is en France.

K. Hen. Now, fie upon my false French!

He means, resembling a plain piece of metal which has not yet received any impression. + Fall away. Henry V. had been dead 31 years before the Turks became possessed of Constantinople that event took place in 1453,

in your lips, Kate: there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them, than in the tongues of the French Council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England, than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes your father. Enter the FRENCH KING and QUEEN, BURGUNDY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WESTMORELAND, and other French and English Lords.

Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach you our princess English?

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?

• 1. e. Though my face has no power to refisa yau. + Slight barrier.

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, each 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 summered and warin 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 will 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 turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with maiden walls, that war hath never entered.

K. Hen. 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 of 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.

Exc. 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 uame 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,-Praclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex Anglia, et hæres Francia.

Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied,

But your request shall make me let it pass.

• Temper.

K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and deat 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 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, [tion
May cease their hatred : and this dear conjune-
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 marria. ges, 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 mar◄
riage,

Thrust in between the paction of these king doms,

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 may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be! [Exeunt.

Enter CHORUS.

Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story;
In little room confining mighty men,

Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. [liv'd Small time, but in that small, most greatly 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.

[Exit.

Le. Unequal to the weight of the subject. Franes.

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