Will. I will none of your MoneyFlu. It is with a good will: I can tell you it will serue you to mend your shooes: come, wherefore should you be so pashfull, your shooes is not so good: 'tis a good silling I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter Herauld.King. Now Herauld, are the dead numbred?Herald. Heere is the number of the slaught'redFrenchKing. What Prisoners of good sort are taken,Vnckle?Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King,Iohn Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bouchiquald:Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires,Full fifteene hundred, besides common menKing. This Note doth tell me of ten thousand FrenchThat in the field lye slaine: of Princes in this number,And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye deadOne hundred twentie six: added to these,Of Knights, Esquires, and gallant Gentlemen,Eight thousand and foure hundred: of the which,Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights.So that in these ten thousand they haue lost,There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries:The rest are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, Squires,And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie.The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead:Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,Iaques of Chatilion, Admirall of France,The Master of the Crosse-bowes, Lord Rambures,Great Master of France, the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin,Iohn Duke of Alanson, Anthonie Duke of Brabant,The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie,And Edward Duke of Barr: of lustie Earles,Grandpree and Roussie, Fauconbridge and Foyes,Beaumont and Marle, Vandemont and Lestrale.Here was a Royall fellowship of death.Where is the number of our English dead?Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolke,Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Esquire;None else of name: and of all other men,But fiue and twentie.O God, thy Arme was heere:And not to vs, but to thy Arme alone,Ascribe we all: when, without stratagem,But in plaine shock, and euen play of Battaile,Was euer knowne so great and little losse?On one part and on th' other, take it God,For it is none but thineExet. 'Tis wonderfullKing. Come, goe we in procession to the Village:And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast,To boast of this, or take that prayse from God,Which is his onelyFlu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie, to tellhow many is kill'd?King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement,That God fought for vsFlu. Yes, my conscience, he did vs great goodKing. Doe we all holy Rights:Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum,The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay:And then to Callice, and to England then,Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men.Exeunt.Actus Quintus.Enter Chorus.Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the Story,That I may prompt them: and of such as haue,I humbly pray them to admit th' excuseOf time, of numbers, and due course of things,Which cannot in their huge and proper life,Be here presented. Now we beare the KingToward Callice: Graunt him there; there seene,Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts,Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beachPales in the flood; with Men, Wiues, and Boyes,Whose shouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea,Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King,Seemes to prepare his way: So let him land,And solemnly see him set on to London.So swift a pace hath Thought, that euen nowYou may imagine him vpon Black-Heath:Where, that his Lords desire him, to haue borneHis bruised Helmet, and his bended SwordBefore him, through the Citie: he forbids it,Being free from vainnesse, and selfe-glorious pride;Giuing full Trophee, Signall, and Ostent,Quite from himselfe, to God. But now behold,In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought,How London doth powre out her Citizens,The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort,Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome,With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles,Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Cæsar in:As by a lower, but by louing likelyhood,Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse,As in good time he may, from Ireland comming,Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword;How many would the peacefull Citie quit,To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.As yet the lamentation of the FrenchInuites the King of Englands stay at home:The Emperour's comming in behalfe of France,To order peace betweene them: and omitAll the occurrences, what euer chanc't,Till Harryes backe returne againe to France:There must we bring him; and my selfe haue play'dThe interim, by remembring you 'tis past.Then brooke abridgement, and your eyes aduance,After your thoughts, straight backe againe to France.Enter.Enter Fluellen and Gower.Gower. Nay, that's right: but why weare you yourLeeke to day? S. Dauies day is pastFlu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you asse my friend, Captaine Gower; the rascally, scauld, beggerly, lowsie, pragging Knaue Pistoll, which you and your selfe, and all the World, know to be no petter then a fellow, looke you now, of no merits: hee is come to me, and prings me pread and sault yesterday, looke you, and bid me eate my Leeke: it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him; but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires. Enter Pistoll.Gower. Why heere hee comes, swelling like a TurkycockFlu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his Turkycocks.God plesse you aunchient Pistoll: you scuruie lowsieKnaue, God plesse youPist. Ha, art thou bedlam? doest thou thirst, baseTroian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence;I am qualmish at the smell of LeekeFlu. I peseech you heartily, scuruie lowsie Knaue, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eate, looke you, this Leeke; because, looke you, you doe not loue it, nor your affections, and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it, I would desire you to eate itPist. Not for Cadwallader and all his GoatsFlu. There is one Goat for you.Strikes him.Will you be so good, scauld Knaue, as eate it?Pist. Base Troian, thou shalt dyeFlu. You say very true, scauld Knaue, when Gods will is: I will desire you to liue in the meane time, and eate your Victuals: come, there is sawce for it. You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make you to day a squire of low degree. I pray you fall too, if you can mocke a Leeke, you can eate a LeekeGour. Enough Captaine, you haue astonisht himFlu. I say, I will make him eate some part of my leeke, or I will peate his pate foure dayes: bite I pray you, it is good for your greene wound, and your ploodie CoxecombePist. Must I biteFlu. Yes certainly, and out of doubt and out of questiontoo, and ambiguitiesPist. By this Leeke, I will most horribly reuenge Ieate and eate I sweareFlu. Eate I pray you, will you haue some more sauceto your Leeke: there is not enough Leeke to sweare byPist. Quiet thy Cudgell, thou dost see I eateFlu. Much good do you scald knaue, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe; when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter, I pray you mocke at 'em, that is allPist. GoodFlu. I, Leekes is good: hold you, there is a groat toheale your patePist. Me a groat?Flu. Yes verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I haueanother Leeke in my pocket, which you shall eatePist. I take thy groat in earnest of reuengeFlu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cudgels, you shall be a Woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels: God bu'y you, and keepe you, & heale your pate.ExitPist. All hell shall stirre for thisGow. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue, will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect, and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceased valor, and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words. I haue seene you gleeking & galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speake English in the natiue garb, he could not therefore handle an English Cudgell: you finde it otherwise, and henceforth let a Welsh correction, teach you a good English condition, fare ye well.ExitPist. Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now?Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i'th Spittle of a maladyof France, and there my rendeuous is quite cut off:Old I do waxe, and from my wearie limbes honour isCudgeld. Well, Baud Ile turne, and something leane toCut-purse of quicke hand: To England will I steale, andthere Ile steale:And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres,And swore I got them in the Gallia warres.Enter.Enter at one doore, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwicke, andotherLords. At another, Queene Isabel, the King, the Duke ofBourgougne, andother French.King. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met;Vnto our brother France, and to our SisterHealth and faire time of day: Ioy and good wishesTo our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine:And as a branch and member of this Royalty,By whom this great assembly is contriu'd,We do salute you Duke of Burgogne,And Princes French and Peeres health to you allFra. Right ioyous are we to behold your face,Most worthy brother England, fairely met,So are you Princes (English) euery oneQuee. So happy be the Issue brother IrelandOf this good day, and of this gracious meeting,As we are now glad to behold your eyes,Your eyes which hitherto haue borneIn them against the French that met them in their bent,The fatall Balls of murthering Basiliskes:The venome of such Lookes we fairely hopeHaue lost their qualitie, and that this dayShall change all griefes and quarrels into loueEng. To cry Amen to that, thus we appeareQuee. You English Princes all, I doe salute youBurg. My dutie to you both, on equall loue.Great Kings of France and England: that I haue labour'dWith all my wits, my paines, and strong endeuors,To bring your most Imperiall MaiestiesVnto this Barre, and Royall enterview;Your Mightinesse on both parts best can witnesse.Since then my Office hath so farre preuayl'd,That Face to Face, and Royall Eye to Eye,You haue congreeted: let it not disgrace me,If I demand before this Royall view,What Rub, or what Impediment there is,Why that the naked, poore, and mangled Peace,Deare Nourse of Arts, Plentyes, and ioyfull Births,Should not in this best Garden of the World,Our fertile France, put vp her louely Visage?Alas, shee hath from France too long been chas'd,And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes,Corrupting in it owne fertilitie.Her Vine, the merry chearer of the heart,Vnpruned, dyes: her Hedges euen pleach'd,Like Prisoners wildly ouer-growne with hayre,Put forth disorder'd Twigs: her fallow Leas,The Darnell, Hemlock, and ranke Femetary,Doth root vpon; while that the Culter rusts,That should deracinate such Sauagery:The euen Meade, that erst brought sweetly forthThe freckled Cowslip, Burnet, and greene Clouer,Wanting the Sythe, withall vncorrected, ranke;Conceiues by idlenesse, and nothing teemes,But hatefull Docks, rough Thistles, Keksyes, Burres,Loosing both beautie and vtilitie;And all our Vineyards, Fallowes, Meades, and Hedges,Defectiue in their natures, grow to wildnesse.Euen so our Houses, and our selues, and Children,Haue lost, or doe not learne, for want of time,The Sciences that should become our Countrey;But grow like Sauages, as Souldiers will,That nothing doe, but meditate on Blood,To Swearing, and sterne Lookes, defus'd Attyre,And euery thing that seemes vnnaturall.Which to reduce into our former fauour,You are assembled: and my speech entreats,That I may know the Let, why gentle PeaceShould not expell these inconueniences,And blesse vs with her former qualitiesEng. If Duke of Burgonie, you would the Peace,Whose want giues growth to th' imperfectionsWhich you haue cited; you must buy that PeaceWith full accord to all our iust demands,Whose Tenures and particular effectsYou haue enschedul'd briefely in your handsBurg. The King hath heard them: to the which, as yetThere is no Answer madeEng. Well then: the Peace which you before so vrg'd,Lyes in his AnswerFrance. I haue but with a curselarie eyeO're-glanc't the Articles: Pleaseth your GraceTo appoint some of your Councell presentlyTo sit with vs once more, with better heedTo re-suruey them; we will suddenlyPasse our accept and peremptorie AnswerEngland. Brother we shall. Goe Vnckle Exeter,And Brother Clarence, and you Brother Gloucester,Warwick, and Huntington, goe with the King,And take with you free power, to ratifie,Augment, or alter, as your Wisdomes bestShall see aduantageable for our Dignitie,Any thing in or out of our Demands,And wee'le consigne thereto. Will you, faire Sister,Goe with the Princes, or stay here with vs?Quee. Our gracious Brother, I will goe with them:Happily a Womans Voyce may doe some good,When Articles too nicely vrg'd, be stood onEngland. Yet leaue our Cousin Katherine here with vs,She is our capitall Demand, compris'dWithin the fore-ranke of our ArticlesQuee. She hath good leaue.Exeunt. omnes.Manet King and KatherineKing. Faire Katherine, and most faire,Will you vouchsafe to teach a Souldier tearmes,Such as will enter at a Ladyes eare,And pleade his Loue-suit to her gentle heartKath. Your Maiestie shall mock at me, I cannot speakeyour EnglandKing. O faire Katherine, if you will loue me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to heare you confesse it brokenly with your English Tongue. Doe you like me, Kate? Kath. Pardonne moy, I cannot tell wat is like meKing. An Angell is like you Kate, and you are like anAngellKath. Que dit il que Ie suis semblable a les Anges?Lady. Ouy verayment (sauf vostre Grace) ainsi dit ilKing. I said so, deare Katherine, and I must not blushto affirme itKath. O bon Dieu, les langues des hommes sont plein detromperiesKing. What sayes she, faire one? that the tongues ofmen are full of deceits?Lady. Ouy, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits:dat is de PrincesseKing. The Princesse is the better English-woman: yfaith Kate, my wooing is fit for thy vnderstanding, I am glad thou canst speake no better English, for if thou could'st, thou would'st finde me such a plaine King, that thou wouldst thinke, I had sold my Farme to buy my Crowne. I know no wayes to mince it in loue, but directly to say, I loue you; then if you vrge me farther, then to say, Doe you in faith? I weare out my suite: Giue me your answer, yfaith doe, and so clap hands, and a bargaine: how say you, Lady? Kath. Sauf vostre honeur, me vnderstand wellKing. Marry, if you would put me to Verses, or to Dance for your sake, Kate, why you vndid me: for the one I haue neither words nor measure; and for the other, I haue no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could winne a Lady at Leape-frogge, or by vawting into my Saddle, with my Armour on my backe; vnder the correction of bragging be it spoken. I should quickly leape into a Wife: Or if I might buffet for my Loue, or bound my Horse for her fauours, I could lay on like a Butcher, and sit like a Iack an Apes, neuer off. But before God Kate, I cannot looke greenely, nor gaspe out my eloquence, nor I haue no cunning in protestation; onely downe-right Oathes, which I neuer vse till vrg'd, nor neuer breake for vrging. If thou canst loue a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth Sunne-burning? that neuer lookes in his Glasse, for loue of any thing he sees there? let thine Eye be thy Cooke. I speake to thee plaine Souldier: If thou canst loue me for this, take me? if not? to say to thee that I shall dye, is true; but for thy loue, by the L. No: yet I loue thee too. And while thou liu'st, deare Kate, take a fellow of plaine and vncoyned Constancie, for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to wooe in other places: for these fellowes of infinit tongue, that can ryme themselues into Ladyes fauours, they doe alwayes reason themselues out againe. What? a speaker is but a prater, a Ryme is but a Ballad; a good Legge will fall, a strait Backe will stoope, a blacke Beard will turne white, a curl'd Pate will grow bald, a faire Face will wither, a full Eye will wax hollow: but a good Heart, Kate, is the Sunne and the Moone, or rather the Sunne, and not the Moone; for it shines bright, and neuer changes, but keepes his course truly. If thou would haue such a one, take me? and take me; take a Souldier: take a Souldier; take a King. And what say'st thou then to my Loue? speake my faire, and fairely, I pray theeKath. Is it possible dat I sould loue de ennemie of Fraunce? King. No, it is not possible you should loue the Enemie of France, Kate; but in louing me, you should loue the Friend of France: for I loue France so well, that I will not part with a Village of it; I will haue it all mine: and Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours; then yours is France, and you are mineKath. I cannot tell wat is datKing. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I am sure will hang vpon my tongue, like a new-married Wife about her Husbands Necke, hardly to be shooke off; Ie quand sur le possession de Fraunce, & quand vous aues le possession de moy. (Let mee see, what then? Saint Dennis bee my speede) Donc vostre est Fraunce, & vous estes mienne. It is as easie for me, Kate, to conquer the Kingdome, as to speake so much more French: I shall neuer moue thee in French, vnlesse it be to laugh at meKath. Sauf vostre honeur, le Francois ques vous parleis, il & melieus que l' Anglois le quel Ie parleKing. No faith is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my Tongue, and I thine, most truely falsely, must needes be graunted to be much at one. But Kate, doo'st thou vnderstand thus much English? Canst thou loue mee? Kath. I cannot tellKing. Can any of your Neighbours tell, Kate? Ile aske them. Come, I know thou louest me: and at night, when you come into your Closet, you'le question this Gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to her disprayse those parts in me, that you loue with your heart: but good Kate, mocke me mercifully, the rather gentle Princesse, because I loue thee cruelly. If euer thou beest mine, Kate, as I haue a sauing Faith within me tells me thou shalt; I get thee with skambling, and thou must therefore needes proue a good Souldier-breeder: Shall not thou and I, betweene Saint Dennis and Saint George, compound a Boy, halfe French halfe English, that shall goe to Constantinople, and take the Turke by the Beard. Shall wee not? what say'st thou, my faire Flower-de-LuceKate. I doe not know datKing. No: 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: doe but now promise Kate, you will endeauour for your French part of such a Boy; and for my English moytie, take the Word of a King, and a Batcheler. How answer you. La plus belle Katherine du monde mon trescher & deuin deesseKath. Your Maiestee aue fause Frenche enough to deceiue de most sage Damoiseil dat is en FraunceKing. Now fye vpon my false French: by mine Honor in true English, I loue thee Kate; by which Honor, I dare not sweare thou louest me, yet my blood begins to flatter me, that thou doo'st; notwithstanding the poore and vntempering effect of my Visage. Now beshrew my Fathers Ambition, hee was thinking of Ciuill Warres when hee got me, therefore was I created with a stubborne out-side, with an aspect of Iron, that when I come to wooe Ladyes, I fright them: but in faith Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appeare. My comfort is, that Old Age, that ill layer vp of Beautie, can doe no more spoyle vpon my Face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt weare me, if thou weare me, better and better: and therefore tell me, most faire Katherine, will you haue me? Put off your Maiden Blushes, auouch the Thoughts of your Heart with the Lookes of an Empresse, take me by the Hand, and say, Harry of England, I am thine: which Word thou shalt no sooner blesse mine Eare withall, but I will tell thee alowd, England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantaginet is thine; who, though I speake it before his Face, if he be not Fellow with the best King, thou shalt finde the best King of Good-fellowes. Come your Answer in broken Musick; for thy Voyce is Musick, and thy English broken: Therefore Queene of all, Katherine, breake thy minde to me in broken English; wilt thou haue me? Kath. Dat is as it shall please de Roy mon pereKing. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, KateKath. Den it sall also content meKing. Vpon that I kisse your Hand, and I call you myQueeneKath. Laisse mon Seigneur, laisse, laisse, may foy: Ie ne veus point que vous abbaisse vostre grandeus, en baisant le main d' une nostre Seigneur indignie seruiteur excuse moy. Ie vous supplie mon tres-puissant SeigneurKing. Then I will kisse your Lippes, KateKath. Les Dames & Damoisels pour estre baisee deuantleur nopcese il net pas le costume de FraunceKing. Madame, my Interpreter, what sayes shee?Lady. Dat it is not be de fashon pour le Ladies ofFraunce; I cannot tell wat is buisse en AnglishKing. To kisseLady. Your Maiestee entendre bettre que moyKing. It is not a fashion for the Maids in Fraunce tokisse before they are marryed, would she say?Lady. Ouy veraymentKing. O Kate, nice Customes cursie to great Kings. Deare Kate, you and I cannot bee confin'd within the weake Lyst of a Countreyes fashion: wee are the makers of Manners, Kate; and the libertie that followes our Places, stoppes the mouth of all finde-faults, as I will doe yours, for vpholding the nice fashion of your Countrey, in denying me a Kisse: therefore patiently, and yeelding. You haue Witch-craft in your Lippes, Kate: there is more eloquence in a Sugar touch of them, then in the Tongues of the French Councell; and they should sooner perswade Harry of England, then a generall Petition of Monarchs. Heere comes your Father. Enter the French Power, and the English Lords.Burg. God saue your Maiestie, my Royall Cousin,teach you our Princesse English?King. I would haue her learne, my faire Cousin, howperfectly I loue her, and that is good EnglishBurg. Is shee not apt? King. Our Tongue is rough, Coze, and my Condition is not smooth: so that hauing neyther the Voyce nor the Heart of Flatterie about me, I cannot so coniure vp the Spirit of Loue in her, that hee will appeare in his true likenesseBurg. Pardon the franknesse of my mirth, if I answer you for that. If you would coniure in her, you must make a Circle: if coniure vp Loue in her in his true likenesse, hee must appeare naked, and blinde. Can you blame her then, being a Maid, yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie, if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe? It were (my Lord) a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne toKing. Yet they doe winke and yeeld, as Loue is blindand enforcesBurg. They are then excus'd, my Lord, when they seenot what they doeKing. Then good my Lord, teach your Cousin toconsent winkingBurg. I will winke on her to consent, my Lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning: for Maides well Summer'd, and warme kept, are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde, blinde, though they haue their eyes, and then they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking onKing. This Morall tyes me ouer to Time, and a hot Summer; and so I shall catch the Flye, your Cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blinde toBurg. As Loue is my Lord, before it louesKing. It is so: and you may, some of you, thankeLoue for my blindnesse, who cannot see many a faireFrench Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in mywayFrench King. Yes my Lord, you see them perspectiuely: the Cities turn'd into a Maid; for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls, that Warre hath entredEngland. Shall Kate be my Wife?France. So please youEngland. I am content, so the Maiden Cities you talke of, may wait on her: so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish, shall shew me the way to my WillFrance. Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reasonEngland. Is't so, my Lords of England?West. The King hath graunted euery Article:His Daughter first; and in sequele, all,According to their firme proposed naturesExet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this: Where your Maiestie demands, That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt, shall name your Highnesse in this forme, and with this addition, in French: Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce: and thus in Latine; Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliæ & Heres FranciaeFrance. Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd,But your request shall make me let it passeEngland. I pray you then, in loue and deare allyance,Let that one Article ranke with the rest,And thereupon giue me your DaughterFrance. Take her faire Sonne, and from her blood rayse vpIssue to me, that the contending KingdomesOf France and England, whose very shoares looke pale,With enuy of each others happinesse,May cease their hatred; and this deare ConiunctionPlant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accordIn their sweet Bosomes: that neuer Warre aduanceHis bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire FranceLords. AmenKing. Now welcome Kate: and beare me witnesse all,That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene.Flourish.Quee. God, the best maker of all Marriages,Combine your hearts in one, your Realmes in one:As Man and Wife being two, are one in loue,So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall,That neuer may ill Office, or fell Iealousie,Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage,Thrust in betweene the Paction of these Kingdomes,To make diuorce of their incorporate League:That English may as French, French Englishmen,Receiue each other. God speake this AmenAll. AmenKing. Prepare we for our Marriage: on which day,My Lord of Burgundy wee'le take your OathAnd all the Peeres, for suretie of our Leagues.Then shall I sweare to Kate, and you to me,And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be.Senet. Exeunt.Enter Chorus.Thus farre with rough, and all-vnable Pen,Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story,In little roome confining mightie men,Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.Small time: but in that small, most greatly liuedThis Starre of England. Fortune made his Sword;By which, the Worlds best Garden he atchieued:And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord.Henry the Sixt, in Infant Bands crown'd KingOf 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 showne; and for their sake,In your faire minds let this acceptance take.FINIS. The Life of Henry the Fift.
Will. I will none of your Money
Flu. It is with a good will: I can tell you it will serue you to mend your shooes: come, wherefore should you be so pashfull, your shooes is not so good: 'tis a good silling I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter Herauld.
King. Now Herauld, are the dead numbred?Herald. Heere is the number of the slaught'redFrench
King. What Prisoners of good sort are taken,Vnckle?Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King,Iohn Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bouchiquald:Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires,Full fifteene hundred, besides common men
King. This Note doth tell me of ten thousand FrenchThat in the field lye slaine: of Princes in this number,And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye deadOne hundred twentie six: added to these,Of Knights, Esquires, and gallant Gentlemen,Eight thousand and foure hundred: of the which,Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights.So that in these ten thousand they haue lost,There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries:The rest are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, Squires,And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie.The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead:Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,Iaques of Chatilion, Admirall of France,The Master of the Crosse-bowes, Lord Rambures,Great Master of France, the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin,Iohn Duke of Alanson, Anthonie Duke of Brabant,The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie,And Edward Duke of Barr: of lustie Earles,Grandpree and Roussie, Fauconbridge and Foyes,Beaumont and Marle, Vandemont and Lestrale.Here was a Royall fellowship of death.Where is the number of our English dead?Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolke,Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Esquire;None else of name: and of all other men,But fiue and twentie.O God, thy Arme was heere:And not to vs, but to thy Arme alone,Ascribe we all: when, without stratagem,But in plaine shock, and euen play of Battaile,Was euer knowne so great and little losse?On one part and on th' other, take it God,For it is none but thine
Exet. 'Tis wonderfull
King. Come, goe we in procession to the Village:And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast,To boast of this, or take that prayse from God,Which is his onely
Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie, to tellhow many is kill'd?King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement,That God fought for vs
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did vs great good
King. Doe we all holy Rights:Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum,The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay:And then to Callice, and to England then,Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men.
Exeunt.
Actus Quintus.
Enter Chorus.
Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the Story,That I may prompt them: and of such as haue,I humbly pray them to admit th' excuseOf time, of numbers, and due course of things,Which cannot in their huge and proper life,Be here presented. Now we beare the KingToward Callice: Graunt him there; there seene,Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts,Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beachPales in the flood; with Men, Wiues, and Boyes,Whose shouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea,Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King,Seemes to prepare his way: So let him land,And solemnly see him set on to London.So swift a pace hath Thought, that euen nowYou may imagine him vpon Black-Heath:Where, that his Lords desire him, to haue borneHis bruised Helmet, and his bended SwordBefore him, through the Citie: he forbids it,Being free from vainnesse, and selfe-glorious pride;Giuing full Trophee, Signall, and Ostent,Quite from himselfe, to God. But now behold,In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought,How London doth powre out her Citizens,The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort,Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome,With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles,Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Cæsar in:As by a lower, but by louing likelyhood,Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse,As in good time he may, from Ireland comming,Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword;How many would the peacefull Citie quit,To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.As yet the lamentation of the FrenchInuites the King of Englands stay at home:The Emperour's comming in behalfe of France,To order peace betweene them: and omitAll the occurrences, what euer chanc't,Till Harryes backe returne againe to France:There must we bring him; and my selfe haue play'dThe interim, by remembring you 'tis past.Then brooke abridgement, and your eyes aduance,After your thoughts, straight backe againe to France.Enter.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower. Nay, that's right: but why weare you yourLeeke to day? S. Dauies day is past
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you asse my friend, Captaine Gower; the rascally, scauld, beggerly, lowsie, pragging Knaue Pistoll, which you and your selfe, and all the World, know to be no petter then a fellow, looke you now, of no merits: hee is come to me, and prings me pread and sault yesterday, looke you, and bid me eate my Leeke: it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him; but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires. Enter Pistoll.
Gower. Why heere hee comes, swelling like a Turkycock
Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his Turkycocks.God plesse you aunchient Pistoll: you scuruie lowsieKnaue, God plesse you
Pist. Ha, art thou bedlam? doest thou thirst, baseTroian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence;I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scuruie lowsie Knaue, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eate, looke you, this Leeke; because, looke you, you doe not loue it, nor your affections, and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it, I would desire you to eate it
Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats
Flu. There is one Goat for you.
Strikes him.
Will you be so good, scauld Knaue, as eate it?Pist. Base Troian, thou shalt dye
Flu. You say very true, scauld Knaue, when Gods will is: I will desire you to liue in the meane time, and eate your Victuals: come, there is sawce for it. You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make you to day a squire of low degree. I pray you fall too, if you can mocke a Leeke, you can eate a Leeke
Gour. Enough Captaine, you haue astonisht him
Flu. I say, I will make him eate some part of my leeke, or I will peate his pate foure dayes: bite I pray you, it is good for your greene wound, and your ploodie Coxecombe
Pist. Must I bite
Flu. Yes certainly, and out of doubt and out of questiontoo, and ambiguities
Pist. By this Leeke, I will most horribly reuenge Ieate and eate I sweare
Flu. Eate I pray you, will you haue some more sauceto your Leeke: there is not enough Leeke to sweare by
Pist. Quiet thy Cudgell, thou dost see I eate
Flu. Much good do you scald knaue, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe; when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter, I pray you mocke at 'em, that is all
Pist. Good
Flu. I, Leekes is good: hold you, there is a groat toheale your pate
Pist. Me a groat?Flu. Yes verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I haueanother Leeke in my pocket, which you shall eate
Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge
Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cudgels, you shall be a Woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels: God bu'y you, and keepe you, & heale your pate.
Exit
Pist. All hell shall stirre for this
Gow. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue, will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect, and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceased valor, and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words. I haue seene you gleeking & galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speake English in the natiue garb, he could not therefore handle an English Cudgell: you finde it otherwise, and henceforth let a Welsh correction, teach you a good English condition, fare ye well.
Exit
Pist. Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now?Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i'th Spittle of a maladyof France, and there my rendeuous is quite cut off:Old I do waxe, and from my wearie limbes honour isCudgeld. Well, Baud Ile turne, and something leane toCut-purse of quicke hand: To England will I steale, andthere Ile steale:And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres,And swore I got them in the Gallia warres.Enter.
Enter at one doore, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwicke, andotherLords. At another, Queene Isabel, the King, the Duke ofBourgougne, andother French.
King. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met;Vnto our brother France, and to our SisterHealth and faire time of day: Ioy and good wishesTo our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine:And as a branch and member of this Royalty,By whom this great assembly is contriu'd,We do salute you Duke of Burgogne,And Princes French and Peeres health to you all
Fra. Right ioyous are we to behold your face,Most worthy brother England, fairely met,So are you Princes (English) euery one
Quee. So happy be the Issue brother IrelandOf this good day, and of this gracious meeting,As we are now glad to behold your eyes,Your eyes which hitherto haue borneIn them against the French that met them in their bent,The fatall Balls of murthering Basiliskes:The venome of such Lookes we fairely hopeHaue lost their qualitie, and that this dayShall change all griefes and quarrels into loue
Eng. To cry Amen to that, thus we appeare
Quee. You English Princes all, I doe salute you
Burg. My dutie to you both, on equall loue.Great Kings of France and England: that I haue labour'dWith all my wits, my paines, and strong endeuors,To bring your most Imperiall MaiestiesVnto this Barre, and Royall enterview;Your Mightinesse on both parts best can witnesse.Since then my Office hath so farre preuayl'd,That Face to Face, and Royall Eye to Eye,You haue congreeted: let it not disgrace me,If I demand before this Royall view,What Rub, or what Impediment there is,Why that the naked, poore, and mangled Peace,Deare Nourse of Arts, Plentyes, and ioyfull Births,Should not in this best Garden of the World,Our fertile France, put vp her louely Visage?Alas, shee hath from France too long been chas'd,And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes,Corrupting in it owne fertilitie.Her Vine, the merry chearer of the heart,Vnpruned, dyes: her Hedges euen pleach'd,Like Prisoners wildly ouer-growne with hayre,Put forth disorder'd Twigs: her fallow Leas,The Darnell, Hemlock, and ranke Femetary,Doth root vpon; while that the Culter rusts,That should deracinate such Sauagery:The euen Meade, that erst brought sweetly forthThe freckled Cowslip, Burnet, and greene Clouer,Wanting the Sythe, withall vncorrected, ranke;Conceiues by idlenesse, and nothing teemes,But hatefull Docks, rough Thistles, Keksyes, Burres,Loosing both beautie and vtilitie;And all our Vineyards, Fallowes, Meades, and Hedges,Defectiue in their natures, grow to wildnesse.Euen so our Houses, and our selues, and Children,Haue lost, or doe not learne, for want of time,The Sciences that should become our Countrey;But grow like Sauages, as Souldiers will,That nothing doe, but meditate on Blood,To Swearing, and sterne Lookes, defus'd Attyre,And euery thing that seemes vnnaturall.Which to reduce into our former fauour,You are assembled: and my speech entreats,That I may know the Let, why gentle PeaceShould not expell these inconueniences,And blesse vs with her former qualities
Eng. If Duke of Burgonie, you would the Peace,Whose want giues growth to th' imperfectionsWhich you haue cited; you must buy that PeaceWith full accord to all our iust demands,Whose Tenures and particular effectsYou haue enschedul'd briefely in your hands
Burg. The King hath heard them: to the which, as yetThere is no Answer made
Eng. Well then: the Peace which you before so vrg'd,Lyes in his Answer
France. I haue but with a curselarie eyeO're-glanc't the Articles: Pleaseth your GraceTo appoint some of your Councell presentlyTo sit with vs once more, with better heedTo re-suruey them; we will suddenlyPasse our accept and peremptorie Answer
England. Brother we shall. Goe Vnckle Exeter,And Brother Clarence, and you Brother Gloucester,Warwick, and Huntington, goe with the King,And take with you free power, to ratifie,Augment, or alter, as your Wisdomes bestShall see aduantageable for our Dignitie,Any thing in or out of our Demands,And wee'le consigne thereto. Will you, faire Sister,Goe with the Princes, or stay here with vs?Quee. Our gracious Brother, I will goe with them:Happily a Womans Voyce may doe some good,When Articles too nicely vrg'd, be stood on
England. Yet leaue our Cousin Katherine here with vs,She is our capitall Demand, compris'dWithin the fore-ranke of our Articles
Quee. She hath good leaue.
Exeunt. omnes.
Manet King and Katherine
King. Faire Katherine, and most faire,Will you vouchsafe to teach a Souldier tearmes,Such as will enter at a Ladyes eare,And pleade his Loue-suit to her gentle heart
Kath. Your Maiestie shall mock at me, I cannot speakeyour England
King. O faire Katherine, if you will loue me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to heare you confesse it brokenly with your English Tongue. Doe you like me, Kate? Kath. Pardonne moy, I cannot tell wat is like me
King. An Angell is like you Kate, and you are like anAngell
Kath. Que dit il que Ie suis semblable a les Anges?Lady. Ouy verayment (sauf vostre Grace) ainsi dit il
King. I said so, deare Katherine, and I must not blushto affirme it
Kath. O bon Dieu, les langues des hommes sont plein detromperies
King. What sayes she, faire one? that the tongues ofmen are full of deceits?Lady. Ouy, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits:dat is de Princesse
King. The Princesse is the better English-woman: yfaith Kate, my wooing is fit for thy vnderstanding, I am glad thou canst speake no better English, for if thou could'st, thou would'st finde me such a plaine King, that thou wouldst thinke, I had sold my Farme to buy my Crowne. I know no wayes to mince it in loue, but directly to say, I loue you; then if you vrge me farther, then to say, Doe you in faith? I weare out my suite: Giue me your answer, yfaith doe, and so clap hands, and a bargaine: how say you, Lady? Kath. Sauf vostre honeur, me vnderstand well
King. Marry, if you would put me to Verses, or to Dance for your sake, Kate, why you vndid me: for the one I haue neither words nor measure; and for the other, I haue no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could winne a Lady at Leape-frogge, or by vawting into my Saddle, with my Armour on my backe; vnder the correction of bragging be it spoken. I should quickly leape into a Wife: Or if I might buffet for my Loue, or bound my Horse for her fauours, I could lay on like a Butcher, and sit like a Iack an Apes, neuer off. But before God Kate, I cannot looke greenely, nor gaspe out my eloquence, nor I haue no cunning in protestation; onely downe-right Oathes, which I neuer vse till vrg'd, nor neuer breake for vrging. If thou canst loue a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth Sunne-burning? that neuer lookes in his Glasse, for loue of any thing he sees there? let thine Eye be thy Cooke. I speake to thee plaine Souldier: If thou canst loue me for this, take me? if not? to say to thee that I shall dye, is true; but for thy loue, by the L. No: yet I loue thee too. And while thou liu'st, deare Kate, take a fellow of plaine and vncoyned Constancie, for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to wooe in other places: for these fellowes of infinit tongue, that can ryme themselues into Ladyes fauours, they doe alwayes reason themselues out againe. What? a speaker is but a prater, a Ryme is but a Ballad; a good Legge will fall, a strait Backe will stoope, a blacke Beard will turne white, a curl'd Pate will grow bald, a faire Face will wither, a full Eye will wax hollow: but a good Heart, Kate, is the Sunne and the Moone, or rather the Sunne, and not the Moone; for it shines bright, and neuer changes, but keepes his course truly. If thou would haue such a one, take me? and take me; take a Souldier: take a Souldier; take a King. And what say'st thou then to my Loue? speake my faire, and fairely, I pray thee
Kath. Is it possible dat I sould loue de ennemie of Fraunce? King. No, it is not possible you should loue the Enemie of France, Kate; but in louing me, you should loue the Friend of France: for I loue France so well, that I will not part with a Village of it; I will haue 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 wat is dat
King. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I am sure will hang vpon my tongue, like a new-married Wife about her Husbands Necke, hardly to be shooke off; Ie quand sur le possession de Fraunce, & quand vous aues le possession de moy. (Let mee see, what then? Saint Dennis bee my speede) Donc vostre est Fraunce, & vous estes mienne. It is as easie for me, Kate, to conquer the Kingdome, as to speake so much more French: I shall neuer moue thee in French, vnlesse it be to laugh at me
Kath. Sauf vostre honeur, le Francois ques vous parleis, il & melieus que l' Anglois le quel Ie parle
King. No faith is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my Tongue, and I thine, most truely falsely, must needes be graunted to be much at one. But Kate, doo'st thou vnderstand thus much English? Canst thou loue mee? Kath. I cannot tell
King. Can any of your Neighbours tell, Kate? Ile aske them. Come, I know thou louest me: and at night, when you come into your Closet, you'le question this Gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to her disprayse those parts in me, that you loue with your heart: but good Kate, mocke me mercifully, the rather gentle Princesse, because I loue thee cruelly. If euer thou beest mine, Kate, as I haue a sauing Faith within me tells me thou shalt; I get thee with skambling, and thou must therefore needes proue a good Souldier-breeder: Shall not thou and I, betweene Saint Dennis and Saint George, compound a Boy, halfe French halfe English, that shall goe to Constantinople, and take the Turke by the Beard. Shall wee not? what say'st thou, my faire Flower-de-Luce
Kate. I doe not know dat
King. No: 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: doe but now promise Kate, you will endeauour for your French part of such a Boy; and for my English moytie, take the Word of a King, and a Batcheler. How answer you. La plus belle Katherine du monde mon trescher & deuin deesse
Kath. Your Maiestee aue fause Frenche enough to deceiue de most sage Damoiseil dat is en Fraunce
King. Now fye vpon my false French: by mine Honor in true English, I loue thee Kate; by which Honor, I dare not sweare thou louest me, yet my blood begins to flatter me, that thou doo'st; notwithstanding the poore and vntempering effect of my Visage. Now beshrew my Fathers Ambition, hee was thinking of Ciuill Warres when hee got me, therefore was I created with a stubborne out-side, with an aspect of Iron, that when I come to wooe Ladyes, I fright them: but in faith Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appeare. My comfort is, that Old Age, that ill layer vp of Beautie, can doe no more spoyle vpon my Face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt weare me, if thou weare me, better and better: and therefore tell me, most faire Katherine, will you haue me? Put off your Maiden Blushes, auouch the Thoughts of your Heart with the Lookes of an Empresse, take me by the Hand, and say, Harry of England, I am thine: which Word thou shalt no sooner blesse mine Eare withall, but I will tell thee alowd, England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantaginet is thine; who, though I speake it before his Face, if he be not Fellow with the best King, thou shalt finde the best King of Good-fellowes. Come your Answer in broken Musick; for thy Voyce is Musick, and thy English broken: Therefore Queene of all, Katherine, breake thy minde to me in broken English; wilt thou haue me? Kath. Dat is as it shall please de Roy mon pere
King. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate
Kath. Den it sall also content me
King. Vpon that I kisse your Hand, and I call you myQueene
Kath. Laisse mon Seigneur, laisse, laisse, may foy: Ie ne veus point que vous abbaisse vostre grandeus, en baisant le main d' une nostre Seigneur indignie seruiteur excuse moy. Ie vous supplie mon tres-puissant Seigneur
King. Then I will kisse your Lippes, Kate
Kath. Les Dames & Damoisels pour estre baisee deuantleur nopcese il net pas le costume de Fraunce
King. Madame, my Interpreter, what sayes shee?Lady. Dat it is not be de fashon pour le Ladies ofFraunce; I cannot tell wat is buisse en Anglish
King. To kisse
Lady. Your Maiestee entendre bettre que moy
King. It is not a fashion for the Maids in Fraunce tokisse before they are marryed, would she say?Lady. Ouy verayment
King. O Kate, nice Customes cursie to great Kings. Deare Kate, you and I cannot bee confin'd within the weake Lyst of a Countreyes fashion: wee are the makers of Manners, Kate; and the libertie that followes our Places, stoppes the mouth of all finde-faults, as I will doe yours, for vpholding the nice fashion of your Countrey, in denying me a Kisse: therefore patiently, and yeelding. You haue Witch-craft in your Lippes, Kate: there is more eloquence in a Sugar touch of them, then in the Tongues of the French Councell; and they should sooner perswade Harry of England, then a generall Petition of Monarchs. Heere comes your Father. Enter the French Power, and the English Lords.
Burg. God saue your Maiestie, my Royall Cousin,teach you our Princesse English?King. I would haue her learne, my faire Cousin, howperfectly I loue her, and that is good English
Burg. Is shee not apt? King. Our Tongue is rough, Coze, and my Condition is not smooth: so that hauing neyther the Voyce nor the Heart of Flatterie about me, I cannot so coniure vp the Spirit of Loue in her, that hee will appeare in his true likenesse
Burg. Pardon the franknesse of my mirth, if I answer you for that. If you would coniure in her, you must make a Circle: if coniure vp Loue in her in his true likenesse, hee must appeare naked, and blinde. Can you blame her then, being a Maid, yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie, if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe? It were (my Lord) a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne to
King. Yet they doe winke and yeeld, as Loue is blindand enforces
Burg. They are then excus'd, my Lord, when they seenot what they doe
King. Then good my Lord, teach your Cousin toconsent winking
Burg. I will winke on her to consent, my Lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning: for Maides well Summer'd, and warme kept, are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde, blinde, though they haue their eyes, and then they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on
King. This Morall tyes me ouer to Time, and a hot Summer; and so I shall catch the Flye, your Cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blinde to
Burg. As Loue is my Lord, before it loues
King. It is so: and you may, some of you, thankeLoue for my blindnesse, who cannot see many a faireFrench Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in myway
French King. Yes my Lord, you see them perspectiuely: the Cities turn'd into a Maid; for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls, that Warre hath entred
England. Shall Kate be my Wife?France. So please you
England. I am content, so the Maiden Cities you talke of, may wait on her: so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish, shall shew me the way to my Will
France. Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason
England. Is't so, my Lords of England?West. The King hath graunted euery Article:His Daughter first; and in sequele, all,According to their firme proposed natures
Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this: Where your Maiestie demands, That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt, shall name your Highnesse in this forme, and with this addition, in French: Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce: and thus in Latine; Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliæ & Heres Franciae
France. Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd,But your request shall make me let it passe
England. I pray you then, in loue and deare allyance,Let that one Article ranke with the rest,And thereupon giue me your Daughter
France. Take her faire Sonne, and from her blood rayse vpIssue to me, that the contending KingdomesOf France and England, whose very shoares looke pale,With enuy of each others happinesse,May cease their hatred; and this deare ConiunctionPlant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accordIn their sweet Bosomes: that neuer Warre aduanceHis bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France
Lords. Amen
King. Now welcome Kate: and beare me witnesse all,That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene.
Flourish.
Quee. God, the best maker of all Marriages,Combine your hearts in one, your Realmes in one:As Man and Wife being two, are one in loue,So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall,That neuer may ill Office, or fell Iealousie,Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage,Thrust in betweene the Paction of these Kingdomes,To make diuorce of their incorporate League:That English may as French, French Englishmen,Receiue each other. God speake this Amen
All. Amen
King. Prepare we for our Marriage: on which day,My Lord of Burgundy wee'le take your OathAnd all the Peeres, for suretie of our Leagues.Then shall I sweare to Kate, and you to me,And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be.
Senet. Exeunt.
Enter Chorus.
Thus farre with rough, and all-vnable Pen,Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story,In little roome confining mightie men,Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.Small time: but in that small, most greatly liuedThis Starre of England. Fortune made his Sword;By which, the Worlds best Garden he atchieued:And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord.Henry the Sixt, in Infant Bands crown'd KingOf 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 showne; and for their sake,In your faire minds let this acceptance take.
FINIS. The Life of Henry the Fift.