To re-furvey them, we will, fuddenly,
Pafs, or accept, and peremptory answer.

K. Henry. Brother, we fhall.-Go, uncle Exeter,
And brother Clarence,-and you, brother Glofter,
Warwick, and Huntington, go with the king:
And take with you free power, to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wifdoms best
Shall fee advantageable for our dignity,
Any thing in, or out of, our demands;
And we'll confign thereto.-Will you, fair fifter,
Go with the princes, or ftay here with us?

2. 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 cousin Katharine here with us: She is our capital demand, compris'd

Within the fore-rank of our articles.

2. Ifa. She hath good leave.

Manent king Henry, Katharine and a lady.

K. Henry. Fair Katharine, and most fair! Will you vouchsafe to teach a foldier terms, Such as will enter at a lady's ear,

And plead his love-fuit to her gentle heart?

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Kath. Your majesty shall 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 confefs it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?

Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is-like me.

Pafs, or accept, and peremptory answer.]-Decline, or accept, and that peremptorily, each article of the treaty.

K. Henry.

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, vrayment, (sauf vostre 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 pleines des tromperies.

K. Henry. What fays fhe, fair one? that the tongues of men are full of deceits?

Lady. Ouy; dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits dat is de princess.

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K. Henry. The princess is the, better English-woman. I'faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am glad, thou canft speak no better English; for, if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me fuch a plain king, that thou wouldft think, I had fold my farm to buy my crown. know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to fay—I love you then, if you urge me further than to fay-Do you in faith? I wear out my fuit. Give me your answer; i'faith, do; and fo clap hands, and a bargain: How fay you, lady?

Kath. Sauf voftre bonneur, me understand well.

K. Henry. Marry, if you would put me to verfes, or to dance for your fake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one, I have neither words nor measure; and for the other, I have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in ftrength. If I could win a lady at leap-frog, or by vaulting into my faddle with my armour on my back, under the correction of bragging be it spoken, I fhould 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-a-napes, never off: But, be

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fore God, Kate, I cannot look greenly, nor gafp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in proteftation; only downright oaths, which I never ufe 'till urg'd, nor never break for urging. If thou canft love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whofe face is not worth fun-burning, that never looks in his glafs for love of any thing he fees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I fpeak to thee plain foldier : If thou canst love me for this, take me: if not, to fay to thee that I fhall die, 'tis 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 constancy: for he perforce muft do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places: for thefe fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhime themfelves into ladies' favours,they do always reafon themfelves out again. What! a fpeaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop: a black beard will turn white; 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 fun and the moon; or, rather, the fun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his courfe truly. If thou would have fuch a one, take me: And take me, take a foldier; take a foldier, take a king: And what fay'st thou then to my love? fpeak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

Kath. Is it poffible dat I fhould love the 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

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I will not part with a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours, then yours is France, and you are mine.

Kath. I cannot tell vat is dat.

K. Henry. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which, I am fure, will hang upon my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook off. Quand j'ay la poffeffion de France, & quand vous avez le poffeffion de moi, (let me fee, what then? Saint Dennis be my speed!)—donc voftre eft France, & vous eftes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom, as to fpeak fo much more French: I fhall never move thee in French, unless it be to laugh at me.

Kath. Sauf voftre bonneur, le François que vous parlez, eft meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle.

K. Henry. No, faith, is't not, Kate; but thy speaking of my tongue, and I thine, moft truly falfely, must needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, doft thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?

Kath. I cannot tell.

K. Henry. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll afk them. Come, I know, thou loveft 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, difpraise those parts in me, that you love with your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly. If ever thou be'st mine, Kate, (as I have faving faith within me, tells methou fhalt) I get thee with fcambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good foldier-breeder: Shall not thou and I, between faint Dennis and faint George, compound a boy, half French, half English, that shall go to

* Scambling,]-scrambling; I fhall take thee by ftorm.

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Conftantinople, and take the Turk by the beard? shall we not? what say'st thou, my fair flower-de-luce?

Kath. I do not know dat.

K. Henry. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promife: do but now promife, Kate, you will endeavour for your French part of fuch a boy; and, for my Englifn moiety, take the word of a king and a batchelor. How answer you, la plus belle Katharine du monde, mon tres chere & divine deeffe?

Kath. Your majesté 'ave fauffe French enough to deceive de most fage damoiselle dat is en France.

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K. Henry. Now, fie upon my falfe French! By mine honour, in true English, I love thee, Kate: by which honour I dare not fwear, thou loveft me; yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou doft, notwithstanding the poor and 'untempering effect of my vifage. Now befhrew my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil wars when got me; therefore was I created with a stubborn outfide, with an afpect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I fhall appear: my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more fpoil upon my face: thou haft me, if thou haft me, at the worft; and thou fhalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better; And therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, will you have me? Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart with the looks of an emprefs; take me by the hand, and fay-Harry of England, I am thine: which word thou shalt no fooner blefs mine ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud-England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine;

untempering effea]-unqualified to mould thee to my wishes.untempting.

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