And then to Calais and to England then, Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men. [Exeunt, Cho. Vouchfafe to those that have not read the ftory, Of time, of numbers, and due course of things, Be here prefented. Now we bear the King Quite from himself to God. But now behold, *Were now the General of our gracious Emprefs How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him! much more (and much more cause) * The Earl of Effex, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. · In thought, the King of England's stay at home, ACT V. SCENE I. Enter Fluellen and Gower. [Exit, Gow to-day? St. David's day is paft. [AY, that's right; but why wear you your leek Flu. There is occafions and caufes why and wherefore in all things; I will tell you as a friend, captain Gower; the rafcally, fcauld, peggarly, lowfie, pragging knave Piftol, which you and your felf and all the orld know to be no petter than a fellow (look you now) of no merits; he is come to me and prings me pread and falt yesterday, look you, and pid me eat my leek; it was in a place where I could preed no contentions with him; but I will be fo bold as to wear it in my cap 'till I fee him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my defires. Enter Piftol. Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turky-cock. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his fwelling, nor his turky-cocks. Got pleffe you, Aunchient Piftol: you scurvy lowfie knave, Got pleffe you! Pift. Ha! art thou bedlam ? doft thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Hence, I am qualmish at the smell of leek. Flu. I pefeech you heartily, fcurvy lowfie knave, at my defires and my requefts and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek, because, look you, you do not love it, and your affections and your appetites and your digeftions does not agree with it; I would defire you to eat it, Pift. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. [Strikes him. Will 1 Will you be fo goot, fcauld knave, as eat it? Flu. You fay very true, fcauld knave, when Got's will is: I will defire you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals; come, there is fawce for it [Strikes bim.] You call'd me yesterday mountain-Squire, but I will make you to-day a Squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. Gow. Enough, captain, you have aftonish'd him. Flu. I fay I will make him eat fome part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days and four nights. Pite, I pray you, it is goot for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb. Pift. Muft I bite? Flu. Yes out of doubt and out of queftions too, and ambiguities. Pift By this leek, I will moft horribly revenge; I eat and fwear Flu. Eat, I pray you; will you have fome more fawce to your leek? there is not enough leek to fwear by. Pift. Quiet thy cudgel, thou doft fee I eat. Flu. Much goot do you, fcauld knave, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb: when you take occafions to fee leeks hereafter, I pray you mock at 'em, that's all. Pift. Good. Flu. Ay, leeks is goot; hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate. Pift. Me a groat? Flu. Yes verily and in truth you fhall take it, or I have another leek in my pocket which you shall eat. Pift. I take thy groat in earneft of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels,. you fhall be a woodmonger, and puy nothing of me but cudgels; Got pe wi' you and keep you, and heal your [Exit. Pate ! Pift. All hell fhall ftir for this. Gow. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly knave: will you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an ho nourable refpect, and worn as a memorable trophy of pre de deceafed valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs [Exit. SCENE II. The French Court. Enter at one door King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwick, and other Lords; at another, the French King, Queen Ifabel, Princess Catharine, the Duke of Burgundy, and other French. K. Henry. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met: Unto our brother France, and to our fifter, Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes And Princes French and Peers, health to you all! So are you, Princes English, every one. Qa. So happy be the iffue, brother England, Your eyes, Shall Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love. Great Kings of France and England! That I've labour'd Unto this bar and royal interview, Your Mightineffes on both parts can witness. Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart, The even mead, that erft brought sweetly forth And all our vineyards, fallows, meads and hedges, That |