A C T I. SCENE I.

Westminster-abbey.

Dead march. Enter the funeral of King Henry V. attended on by the Duke of Bedford, regent of France; the Duke of Gloucefter, Protector; the Duke of Exeter, and the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchefter, and the Duke of Somerfet.

Bed.

H

UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day to night!

Comets, importing change of times and
ftates,

Brandifh your crefted treffes in the sky;
And with them fcourge the bad revolting stars,
That have confented unto Henry death!
Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er loft a King of fo much worth.

Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time.
Virtue he had, deferving to command.

His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its beams;
His arms fpread wider than a dragon's wings:
His fparkling eyes, replete with awful fire,
More dazzled and drove back his enemies,
Than mid-day fun fierce bent against their faces.
What fhould I fay? his deeds exceed all fpeech:
He never lifted up his hand, but conquer'd.

Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never fhall revive:

[blood?

Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
And Death's difhonourable victory
We with our flately prefence glorify,
Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
What? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap,
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
Or fhall we think the fubtle witted French
Conj'rers and forc'rers, that, afraid of him,
By magic verfe have thus contriv'd his end?
Win. He was a King, blefs'd of the King of Kings.
Unto the French, the dreadful judgment-day

times, for manners,

So

Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn;
And fomething lean to cut-purfe of quick hand:
To England will I fteal, and there I'll steal;
And patches will I get unto thefe scars,
And fwear I got them in the Gallia wars.

SCENE

III.

The French court at Trois, in Champaigne.

[Exit

Enter at one door King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwick, and other Lords; at another, the French King, Queen Ifabel, Princefs Catharine, the Duke of Burgundy, and other French.

K. Henry. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are
Unto our brother France, and to our fifter, [met:
Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes,
To our most fair and princely coufin Catharine;
And as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great affembly is contriv'd,
We do falute you, Duke of Burgundy.

And, Princes French, and Peers, health to you all.
Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your face;
Moft worthy brother England, fairly met!
So are you, Princes English, every one.

2. Ifa. So happy be the iffue, brother England,
Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting,
As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French, that met them in their bent,
The fatal balls of murdering bafilifks:
The venom of fuch looks, we fairly hope,
Have loft their quality; and that this day
Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
K. Henry. To cry Amen to that, thus we appear.
2. Ifa. You English Princes all, I do falute you.
Burg. My duty to you both, on equal love,
Great Kings of France, and England. That I've la-
bour'd

With all my wits, my pains, and ftrong endeavours, To bring your moft imperial Majefties

Unto this bar, and royal interview.

Your

Your Mightineffes on both parts can witness
Since then my office hath fo far prevail'd,
That, face to face and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted; let it not difgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is,

Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace,
Dear nurfe of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not in this beft garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely vifage?
Alas! the hath from France too long been chas'd;
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.

"Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart,
Unpruned lies; her hedges even-pleach'd,
"Like prifoners wildly over-grown with hair,
"Put forth diforder'd twigs: her fallow leas,
"The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory
"Doth root upon; while that the culture rusts, “
"That fhould deracinate fuch favagery:

"The even mead, that erit brought fweetly forth
"The freckled cowflip, burnet, and green clover,
"Wanting the feythe, all uncorrected, rank,
"Conceives by idlenefs; and nothing teems,
"But hateful docks, rough thistles, keckfies, burs,
"Lofing both beauty and utility;

"And all our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
"Defective in their nurtures, grow to wildnefs.
Even fo our houfes, and ourfelves, and children,
Have loft, or do not learn, for want of time,
The fciences, that fhould become our country;
But grow like favages (as foldiers will,
That nothing do but meditate on blood)
To fwearing and ftern looks, diffus'd attire,
And every thing that feems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour,
You are affembled; and my speech intreats,
That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel thefe inconveniences;
And blefs us with her former qualities.

*

K.Henry, If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,

* Diffus'd for extravagant,

Whofe

Whose want gives growth to th' imperfections
Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
With full accord to all our juft demands:
Whofe tenours and particular effects

You have, enfchedul'd briefly, in your hands.
Burg. The King hath heard them; to the which as
There is no anfwer made.

K. Henry. Well, then; the peace,
Which you before fo urge'd, lies in his anfwer.
Fr. King. I have but with a curforary eye
O'er glance'd the articles; pleafeth your Grace.
T'appoint fome of your council presently
To fit with us, once more with better heed
To re-furvey them; we will fuddenly
Pafs, or accept, and peremptorily answer.

[yet

K. Henry. Brother, we fhall. Go, uncle Exeter, And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester, Warwick and Huntington, go with the King; And take with you free pow'r 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 stay 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 urge'd, be ftood on.

K. Henry. Yet leave our coufin Catharine here with

She is our capital demand, compris'd

Within the fore rank of our articles

2. Ifa. She hath good leave.

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[us.

[Exeunt.

IV.

Manent King Henry, Catharine, and a Lady.

K. Henry. Fair Catharine, moft 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?

Cath. Your Majefty fhall mock at me, I cannot fpeak your England.

K.Henry. O fair Catharine, if you will love me found

i, e. wave, or declin

ly

ly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confers it brokenly with your Englith tongue. Do you like me, kate.

Cath. Pa donnee way, I cannot tell what is like me. K. Henry An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.

Cath. She dit-il, que je fuis femblable à les anges? Lady, Our, prayment, ( jau vatre txrace), dinji'uit-il. A, say. I laid 10, dear Catharine, and I mult not bluth to affirm it.

Cath, & bon Dieu! les langues des hommes font pleiner de tromperies.

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

Fady. Owy, dat te tongues of de mans is be full of deccits: dat is de Princes,

A. wx. The Princets is the better Englishwoman, Pfaith, hate, my wooing is fit for thy underlanding, I am glad thou cantt peak no better English; for it thou could't, thou would't find me fuch a plain king, that thou would't think I had told my farm to buy my crown, I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to day, I love you. Then if you urge me further than to fay, Do you in faith ?. I wear out my fuit, Give me your aniwer; i'faith, do; and to clap hands and a bargain. How lay you, lady?

Cath, Sauf vatre bonusar, me understand well,

A. Feary, Aiatry, if you would put me to veries, op to dance for your fake, kate, why, you undid mea for the one I have neither words nor meature; and for the other I have no ftrength in meature, yet a reasonable meature in itrength. If I could win a lady at leapfrog, or by vaulting into my taddle with my armour on my back, under the correction of bragging be it poken, I thould quickly leap into a wife; or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horie for her lavouis, I could lay on like a butcher, and fit like a jac-a mapes, never off, But, before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly, nor galp out my eloquence, nor have I cumning in protellation; only downright oaths, which I never nfe till urged, and never break for urging. If thou cault love a fellow of this temper, Kato, Whole