Pift. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.
Flu. There is one Goat for you,

Will you be fo good, fcauld knave, as eat it?
Pift. Bafe Trojan, thou fhalt die.

[Strikes bim.

Flu. You fay very true, fcauld knave, when God's will is I defire you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals; come, there is fauce for it -[Strikes him.] You call'd me yefterday 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 leck, or I will peat his pate, four days and four nights. Pite, I pray you; it is good 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 leck, 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 good do you, fcauld knave, heartily. Nay pray you throw none away, the skin is good 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 good; 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 fhall eat. Pit. I take thy groat in earneft of revenge.

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Flu. If Lowe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you fhall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels;, God pe wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate.

[Exit.

Pift. All hell fhall ftir for this.
Gew. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly knave:

will you mock at an ancient tradition, began upon an
honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy
of predeceas'd valour, and dare not avouch in your
deeds any of your words? I have feen you gleeking
and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You
thought, because he could not speak English in the na-
tive garb, he could not therefore handle an English cud-
gel; you find 'tis otherwife; and henceforth let a Welsh
correction teach you a good English condition: fare
you well.
[Exit.
Pift. Doth fortune play the hufwife with me now?
News have I, that my Dol is dead of malady of France;
And there my rendezvous is quite cut off:
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 steal, and there I'll steal;
And patches will I get unto thefe fcars,
And swear, I got them in the Gallia Wars.

[Exit

SCENE, the French Court, at Trois in
Champaigne.

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

K. Henry Unto our brother France, and to our fifter,

Eace to this meeting, wherefore we are 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 Iflue, brother England,

of

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 murthering bafilisks:
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 labour'd
With all my wits, my pains, and ftrong endeavours,
To bring your most imperial Majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,

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 nurse 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 lye on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.

Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart, (28)
Unpruned lyes; her edges even pleach'd,
Like prifoners, wildly over-grown with hair,
Put forth disorder'd twigs: her fallow leas
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory
Doth root upon; while that the culter rusts,

(28) Her vine

Unpruned dies:] We must read,
as Mr Warburton intimated to me, lies: For neglect of prun-
ing does not kill the Vine,
rately, and grow wild; by
withdrawn from its Fruit,

but caufes it to ramify immode-
which the requifite Nourishment

That

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That fhould deracinate such savagery:

The even Mead, that erft brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowflip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness; 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 wildness. (29)
Even fo our houfes, and our felves and children
Have loft, or do not learn, for want of time,
The sciences, that should 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 seems 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 these inconveniencies;
And bless us with her former qualities..

K. Henry. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace, Whose want gives growth to th' imperfections Which you have cited; you must buy that peace With full accord to all our juft demands:

Whose tenours and particular effects

You have, enfchedul'd briefly, in your hands.

Burg. The King hath heard them; to the which as yet There is no answer made.

K. Henry. Well, then; the peace,

Which you before fo urg'd, lyes in his answer.
Fr. King. I have but with a curforary eye
O'er-glanc'd the articles; pleaseth your Grace
T'appoint fome of your council presently

(29) Defective in their Natures, grow to wildness.] Quite contrary; they were not defective, but exuberant in their Natures, and crefcive Faculty: only, wanting their due Cultivation, they degenerated, We must therefore read, Nurtures.

Mr. Warburton.

To

To fit with us, once more with better heed
To re-furvey them; we will fuddenly (30)
Pafs, or accept, and peremptory answer.

K. Henry. Brother, we fhall. Go, uncle Exeter,
And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucefter,
Warwick and Huntington, go with the King;
And take with you free Pow'r to ratifie,
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 ftay here with us?

2. Ifa. Our gracious brother, I will go with them;
Haply, a woman's voice may do some good,
When Articles, too nicely urg'd, be ftood on.

K. Henry. Yet leave our coufin Catharine here with us. She is our capital demand, compris'd

Within the fore-rank of our articles.

2. Já. She hath good leave.

[Exeunt.

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 Majesty shall mock at me, I cannot speak your England.

me

K. Henry. O fair Catharine, if you will love foundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear confefs it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?

you

Cath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vhat is like me. (30)

we will fuddenly

Pass our accept, and peremptory answer.] As the French King defires more Time to confider deliberately of the Articles, 'tis odd and abfurd for him to say abfolutely, that he would accept them all. He certainly muft mean, that he would at once wave and decline what he diflik'd, and confign to fuch as he approv'd of. Our Author ufes pass in this manner, in other places. Mr. Warburton, K. Henry.