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ing of my tongue and I thine, most truly falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, doit thou understand thus much English? cant thou love me?
Cath. I cannot tell.
K. Henry. 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 I love thee cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, (as I have saving faith within me tells me thou shalt), I get thee with scambling; and thou must therefore needs prove a good foldier-breeder: shall not thou and I, between Št. Dennis and St. George, compound a boy half French half English, that shall go to Constantinople, and take the Turk by the beard ? Thall we not? What fay'st thou, my fair Flower-de-luce.
Cath. I do not know dat.
K. Henry. 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 Catharine du monde, mon trés-chere & divine deelle?
Cath. Your Majertee ave fause French enough to deceive de moit sage damoitel dat is en France.
K. Henry. Now, fie upon my false French; by mine honour, in true English I love thee, Kate; by which honour I dare not swear thou lovest me, yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou doit, notwithitanding the poor and untempting effect of my vitage. Now bethrew my father's ambition : he was thinking of civil wars when he got me; therefore was I created with a stubborn outfide, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies I fright them . in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is, that old age (that ill layer up of beauty! can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better; and therefore tell me, moit fair VOL.IV.
Catharine, will you have me? Put off your maidenblushes, avouch the thoughts of your heart 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 ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud, England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine; who, though I speak it before his face, if he be not feilow with the heit King, thou shalt find the best King of good fellows. Come, your answer in broken music; for thy voice is music, and thy English broken : therefore, Queen of all, Catharine, break thy mind to me in broken Eng. lith ; wilt thou have me?
Cath. Dat is as it shall please le Roy mon pere.
K. Henry. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it Tall please him, Kate.
Cath. Den it shall also content me.
K. Henry. Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my Queen.
Cath. Laissez, non Seigneur, laisez, lailez: ma foy, je ne veux point que vous abbaissez vostre grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne ferviteure ; excusez moy, je vous fupplie, mon très-puilant Seigneur.
K. Henry. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.
Cach. Les dames damoifels pour eftre baisées devant leur nopies, il n'est pas le coutume de France.
K. Henry. Madam my interpreter, what says she ?
Lady. Dat it is not be de faihion pour les ladies of France; I cannot tell what is baisser en English. K. Henry. To kiss. Lady. Your Majesty entendre bettre que moy.
K. Henry. Is it not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she say? Lady. Ouy, vravement.
Kate, nice customs curt'fie to great Kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confin'd
within the weak list of a country's fashion: we are the I makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows
our places, stops the mouth of all find-faults; as I will do your's, for the upholding the nice fashion of your country in denying me a kiss: therefore patiently and yielding. [Kijing her.] You have witchcraft in your
lips, Kate; there is more eloquence in a touch of them, than in the tongues of the French council; and they fhould sooner persuade Harry of England, than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes your father,
S CE N E V. Enter the French King and Queen, with French and
English Lords. Burg. God save your Majesty ! my Royal cousin, teach you our Princess English ?
K. Henry. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, - how perfectly I love her, and that is good English.
Burg. Is the apt ?
K. Henry. Our tongue is rough, 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.
Burg. 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 ros'd 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. Henry. Yet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and inforces.
Burg. They are then excus'd, my Lord, when they fee not what they do.
K. Henry. Then, good my Lord, teach your cousin to consent to winking.
Burg. I will wink on her to consent, my Lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning. Maids, well summer'd and warm 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. Henry. This moral ties me over to time, and a hot summer : and so I shall catch the flie your cousin in the latter end, and she must be blind too. Tt 2
Burg. As love is, my Lord, before it loves.
K. Henry. 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 turn'd into a maid ; for they are all girdled with maiden-walls, that war hath never enter'd.
K. Henry. Shall Kate be my wife?
wait on her; so the maid that stood in the way for my
wish, shall Thew ie the way to my will. Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of reafon, K. Henry. Is't fo, my Lords of England ?
Weft. The King hath granted every article: His daughter first; and then in fequel all, According to their firm proposed nature.
Exe Only he hath not yet fubscribed this : Where your Majesty demands, That the King of France, having occasion to write for matter of grant, shall'name your Highness in this form, and with this addition in French, Noftre très-cher filz Henry Roy d'Angleterre, héretier de France; and thus in Latin, Præcarissimus filius noster Henricus Rex Anglia, do heres Francia.
Fr. King. Yet this I have not (brother) so deny’d, But your request Thall make me let it pass
R. Henry. I pray you then, in love and dear alliance, Let that one article rank with the rest, And thereupon give me your daughter. Fr. King
ake her, fair son, and froin her blood
That here I kiss her as my Sovereign Queen. [Flourish.
Q. Ya. God, the best maker of all marriages, 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 marriage, Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms, To make divorce of their incorporate league ; That English may as French, French Englishmen, Receive each other. God speak this Amen!
K. Henry. Prepare we for our marriage, on which My Lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath [day, 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 profp'rous be!
[Exeunt. Enter Chorus. Thus far with rough and all-unable pen
Our blending author hath purlu'd the story; In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory i Small time, but, in that small, most greatly liv'd
This star of England. Fortune made his sword; By which the world's best garden he atchiev'd,
And of it left his son imperial Lord.
Cf France and England, did this King succeed. Whose state so many had i' th’managing,
That they loft France, and made his England bleed: Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their fake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.