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Was ever known so great and little loss,
All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
There must we bring him; and myself have play'd Exe. 'Tis wonderful !
The interim, by rememb’ring you 'tis past. K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the vil. Then brook abridgment; and your eyes advance, lage:
After your thoughts, straight back again to France. And be it death proclaimed through our host,
[Exit. To boast of this, or take that praise from God, Which is his only:
SCENE I.-FRANCE. An English Court of Guard. Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed ?
Enter FLUELLEN and GOWER. K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledg.
Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your ment,
leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past. That God fought for us.
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and whereFlu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
fore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, capK. Hen. Do we all holy rites :
tain Gower:-the rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum;
pragging knave, Pistol, -which you and yourself, The dead with charity enclos'd in clay:
and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
look you now, of no merits,-he is come to me, and Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.
prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and (Exeunt.
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. ACT V.
Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey
cock. Enter CHORUS.
Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turChor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the key-cocks.story,
Enter PISTOL. That I may prompt them: and of such as have, Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lousy I humbly pray them to admit th’ excuse
knave, Got pless you! Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Trojan, Be here presented. Now we bear the king
To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen, Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Flu. peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys, to eat, look you, this leek: because, look you, you Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd do not love it, nor your affections, and your appe. sea,
tites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king, would desire you to eat it. Seems to prepare his way: so let him land,
Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. And solemnly see him set on to London.
Flu. [Strikes him.] There is one goat for you. So swist a pace hath thought, that even now
Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it? You may imagine him upon Blackheath ;
Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die. Where that his lords desire him to have borne
Flu. You say very true, scald knave,-when Got's His bruised helmet and his bended sword,
will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and Before him, through the city : he forbids it,
eat your victuals: (striking him again,] come, there Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride ; is sauce for it. You called me yesterday, mountainGiving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
squire, but I will make you to-day a squire of low Quite from himself to God. But now behold, degree. I pray you, fall to : if you can mock a leek, In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
you can eat a leek. How London doth pour out her citizens !
Gow. Enough, captain: you have astonished him. The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my Like to the senators of th' antique Rome,
leek, or I will peat his pate four days. ---Pite, I pray With the plebeiaris swarming at their heels,
you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : coxcomb. As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Pist. Must I bite? Were now the general of our gracious empress Flu. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt, and out of (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, question too, and ambiguities. Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,
Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: How many would the peaceful city quit,
I eat,--and eat,--I swearTo welcome him! much more, and much more Flu. Eat, I pray you: will you have some more cause,
sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to Did they this Harry. Now in London place him ; swear by. (As yet the lamentation of the French
Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat. Invites the king of England's stay at home;
Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. The emperor's coming in behalf of France,
Nay, pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot To order peace between them ;) and omit
for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; that Great kings of France and England! That I have is all.
labour'd, Pist. Good.
With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, Flu. Ay, leeks is goot:-hold you, there is a groat To bring your most imperial majesties to heal your pate.
Unto this bar and royal interview, Pist. Me a groat!
Your mightiness on both parts best can witness. Flu. Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; Since, then, my office hath so far prevail'd, or I have another leek in my pocket, which you That, face to face, and royal eye to eye, shall eat.
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me, Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge. If I demand, besore this royal view,
Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in What rub, or what impediment, there is, cudgels: you shall be a woodmonger, and buy no- Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace, thing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births, you, and heal your pate.
[Exit. Should not, in this best garden of the world, Pist. All hell shall stir for this.
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage ? Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly Alas, she hath from France too long been chas'd! knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,- And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a Corrupting in its own fertility. memorable trophy of predeceased valour,—and dare Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleach'd, seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman Like prisoners wildly over-grown with hair, twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas speak English in the native garb, he could not there- The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory, fore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts, and henceforth, let a Welsh correction teach you a That should deracinate such savagery; good English condition. Fare ye well. [Erit. The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me now? The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, News have I that my Nell is dead i' the spital Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Of malady of France:
Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Losing both beauty and utility. Honour is cudgell’d. Well, bawd will I turn, And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand. Defective in their natures, grow to wildness, To England will I steal, and there I'll steal: Even so our houses, and ourselves and children, And patches will I get unto these scars,
Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time, And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. [Exit. The sciences that should become our country;
But grow, like savages, -as soldiers will, SCENE II. — Troyes in Champagne. An Apartment
That nothing do but meditate on blood, in the French King's Palace.
To swearing, and stern looks, diffus'd attire,
And every thing that seems unnatural. Enter, from one side, King Henry, BEDFORD, GLOSTER,
Which to reduce into our former favour, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords; from the other side, the French king, Queen ISABEL, the
You are assembled : and my speech entreats Princess KATHARINE, Lords, Ladies, &c., the DUKE OF That I may know the let, why gentle Peace BURGUNDY, and his train.
Should not expel these inconveniences, ki Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are And bless us with her former qualities. met!
K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the Unto our brother France, and to our sister,
peace, Health and fair time of day ;-joy and good wishes Whose want gives growth to th' impersections To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine ;- Which you have cited, you must buy that peace And, (as a branch and member of this royalty, With full accord to all our just demands; By whom this great assembly is contriv’d,)
Whose tenors and particular effects We do salute you, duke of Burgundy ;
You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands. And, princes French, and peers, health to you all. Bur. The king hath heard them; to the which as Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your
There is no answer made. Most worthy brother England; fairly met:
Well then, the peace, So are you, princes English, every one.
Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer.
To appoint some of your council presently
Pass our accept, and peremptory answer,
K. Hen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle Exeter,Have lost their quality; and that this day
And brother Clarence,--and you, brother Gloster, Shall change all griess and quarrels into love. Warwick, --and Huntington,-go with the king;
K. Hen. To cry amen to that, thus we appear. And take with you free power to ratify,
Any thing in, or out of, our demands;
to thee that I shall die, is true,-but for thy love, And we'll consign thereto.-Will you, fair sister, by the Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee them :
right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other Haply a woman's voice may do some good,
places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that can When articles, too nicely urg'd, be stood on.
rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine here always reason themselves out again. What ! a with us:
speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. She is our capital demand, compris'd
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a Within the fore-rank of our articles.
black beard will turn white; a curled pate will Q. Isa. She hath good leave.
grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will [Exeunt all except K. HENRY, KATH., and ALICE. wax hollow; but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and K. Hen.
Fair Katharine, and most fair! the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon,Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps Such as will enter at a lady's ear,
his course truly. If thou would have such a one, And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
take me: and take me, take a soldier; take a soldier, Kath. Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot take a king: and what sayest thou, then, to my speak your England.
love? speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee. K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love me Kath. Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy of soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to France? hear you confess it brokenly with your English K. Hen. No; it is not possible you should love tongue. Do you like me, Kate?
the enemy of France, Kate: but, in loving me, you Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is-like should love the friend of France; for I love France
so well, that I will not part with a village of it; I K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate; and you are will have it all mine: and, Kate, when France is like an angel
mine and I am yours, then yours is France and you Kath. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable à les anges?
are mine. Alice. Ouy, vrayment, sauf vostre grace, ainsidit il. Kath. I cannot tell vat is dat.
K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I must K. Flen. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; not blush to affirm it.
which I am sure will hang upon my tongue like a Kath. O bon Dicu! les langues des hommes sont new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly pleines de tromperies.
to be shook off.---Quand j'ay la possession de France, K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the tongues et quand vous avez la possession de moy, (let me see, of men are full of deceits?
what then? Saint Dennis be my speed !)-donc vostre Alice. Ouy, dat de tongues of de mans is be full cst France, et vous estes mienne. It is as easy for of deceits : dat is de princess.
me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom, as to speak so K. Hen. The princess is the better Englishwoman. much more French: I shall never move thee in I' faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understand French, unless it be to laugh at me. ing: I am glad thou canst speak no better English; Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le François que vous for, if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a parlez, est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle. plain king, that thou wouldst think I had sold my K. Hen. No, 'faith, is 't not, Kate : but thy speakfarm to buy my crown. I know no ways to mince ing of my tongue, and I thine, most truly falsely, it in love, but directly to say-I love you: then, if must needs be granted to be much at one. But, you urge me farther than to say-Do you in faith? Kate, dost thou understand thus much English, I wear out my suit. Give me your answer; i' faith,
Canst thou love me? do; and so clap hands and a bargain: how say you, Kath. I cannot tell. lady?
K. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, me understand well. I'll ask them. Come, I know thou lovest me: and
K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, at night, when you come into your closet, you'll or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, for the one, I have neither words nor measure; and kate, you will, to her, dispraise those parts in me for the other, I have no strength in measure, yet a that you love with your heart: but, good Kate, reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a mock me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, iady at leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle because I love thee cruelly. If ever thou be'st with my armour on my back, under the correction mine, Kate, (as I have a saving faith within me tells of bragging be it spoken, I should quickly leap into me thou shalt,) I get thee with scambling, and thou a wife.
Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder: my horse for her favours, I could lay on like a shall not thou and I, between Saint Dennis and butcher, and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off. But Saint George, compound a boy, half French, half before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly, nor gasp English, that shall go to Constantinople, and take out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protes- the Turk by the beard? shall we not? what sayest tation; only downright oaths, which I never use thou, my fair flower-de-luce? till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou Kath. I do not know dat. canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to is not worth sun-burning, that never looks in his promise: do but now promise, Kate, you will englass for love of anything he sees there, ----let thine deavour for your French part of such a boy; and eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: if for my English moiety, take the word of a king thou canst love me for this, take me; if not, to say i and a bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle
Katharine du monde, mon très chère et divine Re-enter the French King and Qucen, BURGUNDY, BEDFORD, dresse?
GLOSTER, EXETER, WarWICK, WESTMORELAND, and
other French and English Lords. Kath. Your majesté have fausse French enough to deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en France. Bur. God save your majesty! My royal cousin,
K. Hen. Now, fie upon my false French! By Teach you our princess English? mine honour, in true English, I love thee, Kate: by K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, which honour I dare not swear, thou lovest me; how perfectly I love her; and that is good Engyet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, lish. notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of Bur. Is she not apt? my visage. Now, beshrew my father's ambition ! K. Hen. Our tongue is rough, coz, and my conhe was thinking of civil wars when he got me: dition is not smooth; so that, having neither the therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot with an aspect of iron, that, when I come to woo so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder appear in his true likeness. I wax, the better I shall appear: my comfort is, Bur. Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I that old age, tliat ill layer-up of beauty, can do no answer you for that. If you would conjure in her, more spoil upon my face: thou hast me, if thou you must make a circle; if conjure up Love in her hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if in his true likeness, he must appear naked, and thou wear me, better and better :-and therefore blind. Can you blame her, then, being a maid yet tell me, most fair Katharine, will you have me? rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the thoughts deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in her of your heart with the looks of an empress; take naked seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard condime by the hand, and say--Harry of England, I am tion for a maid to consign to. thine : which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine K. Hen. Yet they do wink and yield, as love is ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud-England is blind and enforces. thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when they Plantagenet is thine; who, though I speak it before see not what they do. his face, if he be not fellow with the best king, K: Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. to consent winking. Come, your answer in broken music, --for thy voice Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if is music, and thy English broken; therefore, queen you will teach her to know my meaning: fór maids, of all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken well summered and warm kept, are like flies at English, --wilt thou have me?
Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their Kath. Dat is as it shall please de roy mon père. eyes; and then they will endure handling, which
K. Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate, -it before would not abide looking on. shall please him, Kate.
K. Hen. This moral ties me over to time, and a Kath. Den it shall also content me.
hot summer; and so I shall catch the fly, your couKi Hen. Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call sin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too. you my queen.
Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves. Kath. Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma K. Hen. It is so: and you may, some of you, foy, je ne veux point que vous abaissez vostre gran- thank love for my blindness, who cannot see many deur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne servi. a fair French city, for one fair French maid that tiure: excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon très puissant stands in my way. seigneur.
Fr. King Yes, my lord, you see them perspecK. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. tively, the cities turned into a maid; for they are
Kath. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre baisées all girdled with maiden walls, that war hath never devant leur noces, il n'est pas la coûtume de France. entered. K. Hen. Madam my interpreter, what says she? K. Hen. Shall Kate be
wife? Alice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of Fr. King. So please you. France, -I cannot tell what is baiser en English, K. Hen. I am content; so the maiden cities you K. Ilen. To kiss.
talk of may wait on her: so the maid, that stood Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy. in the way for my wish, shall show me the way to
K. Hen. It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of say? Alice. Ouy, vrayment.
K. Hen. Is 't so, my lords of England? K. Hen. O Kate, nice customs court'sy to great West. The king hath granted every article :kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all, within the weak list of a country's fashion: we are According to their firm proposed natures. the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that Exe. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this :follows our places stops the mouths of all find-faults, Where your majesty demands,—that the king of
as I will do yours, for upholding the nice fashion France, having any occasion to write for matter of of your country in denying me a kiss : therefore, grant, shall name your highness in this form, and patiently, and yielding. [Kissing her.! You have with this addition, in French, --Notre très cher filz witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is more elo- Henry roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; and quence in a sugar touch of them, than in the thus in Latin,-Præclarissimus filius noster Henritongues of the French council; and they should cus, rex Anglie, et hares Francia. cooner persuade Harry of England, than a general Fr. King Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, petition of monarchs. —Here comes your father, But your request shall make me let it pass.
K. Hen. I pray you, then, in love and dear alli- That English may as French, French Englishmen, ance,
Receive each other!-God speak this Amen! Let that one article rank with the rest;
All. Amen! And, thereupon, give me your daughter.
K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage :-on which Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her blood
My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath, Issue to me; that the contending kingdoms
And all the peers', for surety of our leagues. — Of France and England, whose very shores look pale Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me; With envy of each other's happiness,
And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be! May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction
(Exeunt. Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord
In little room confining mighty men, K. Hen. Now, welcome, Kate:- and bear me Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. witness all,
Small time, but, in that small, most greatly liv'd That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.
This star of England: Fortune made his sword;
[Flourish. By which the world's best garden he achiev'd, Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages, And of it left his son imperial lord. Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one! Henry the sixth, in infant bands crown'd king As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
Of France and England, did this king succeed; So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal, Whose state so many had the managing, That never may ill office, or fell jealousy,
That they lost France, and made his England Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,
bleed: Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms, Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, To make divorce of their incorporate league; In your fair minds let this acceptance take. [Exit.