low of it and he, that I gave it to in change, promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to strike him, if he did: I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word. Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty is give me, in your conscience now. K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier; look, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Flu. Anplease your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction? Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty. Here was a royal fellowship of death! K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me! - Exe. 'Tis wonderful! K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village: K.Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with crowns, And give it to this fellow. Keep it, fellow; And wear it for an honour in thy cap, Till I do challenge it.— Give him the crowns: And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly. — Hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you. Will. I will none of your money. Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is kill'd? Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it. Enter an English Herald. K. Hen. Yes captain; but with this acknowledgment, Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot. That I may prompt them and of such as have, K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd? The names of those their nobles, that lie dead, - The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant, sea, Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king, To order peace between them ;) and omit SCENE I. France. An English court of guard. Enter FLUELLEN and Gower. Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past. Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat. Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cndgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Exit. Pist. All hell shall stir for this. Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,- begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words?I have seen you gleeking Flu. There is occasions and causes why and where- and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You fore in all things: I will tell you as my friend, cap-thought, because he could not speak English in the tain Gower; the rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, native garb, he could not therefore handle an English pragging knave, Pistol, which you and yourself, cudgel: you find it otherwise; and, henceforth, let and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, a Welsh correction teach you a good English conlook you now, of no merits, - he is come to me, and dition. Fare ye well! prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap, till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires. Enter PISTOL. Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkeycock. [Exit. And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-And patches will I get unto these scars, Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? Dost thou thirst, base To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it. Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats. Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die. Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will is: I well desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again] You called 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 astonished him. Flu. I say, will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days.-Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb. Pist. Must I bite? Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of question too, and ambiguities. Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear Flu. Eat, I pray you: will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by. Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all. Pist. Good. [Exit. SCENE II.- Troyes in Champagne. An apartment - K. Hen.Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met! With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, Flu. Ay, leeks is goot: - hold you, there is a groat What rub, or what impediment, there is, to heal your pate. Pist. Me a groat! Why that the naked, poor, and mangled peace, Should not, in this best garden of the world, Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is-like me. Kath. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable à les anges? Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the peace, K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the tongues Alice. Ouy; dat de tongues of the mans is be full K. Hen. The princess is the better Englishwoman. Bur. The king hath heard them; to the which, as yet, cannot look greenly, nor gasp out my cloquence, There is no answer made. K. Hen. Well then, the peace, -- nor I have no cunning in protestation; only down- K. Hen. Brother, we shall. -Go, uncle Exeter,- Q. Isa. She hath good leave. me, take would have such a one, take me and take [Exeunt all but Henry, KatharinE, and pray thee. K. Hen, Fair Katharine, and most fair! K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly Kath. Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France? K. Hen. No; it is not possible, you should love the enemy of France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love the friend of France; for I love France so well, that I will not part with a village of it; I will have 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 vat is dat. K. Hen. Upon that I will kiss your hand, and I call K. Hen. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which you my queen. I am sure, will hang upon my tongue like a new-married Kath. Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook foy, je ne veux point que vous abbaissez vostre granoff. Quand j'ay la possession de France, et quand deur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne servous avez la possession de moi, (let me see, what then? viteure; excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon tres puisSaint Dennis be my speed!)-donc vostre est France, sant seigneur. et vous estes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom, as to speak so much more French: I shall never move thee in French, unless it be to laugh at me. K. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. K. Hen. Madam my interpreter, what says she? Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy. Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le François que vous parlez, est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle. K. Hen. No, 'faith, is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my tongue, and I thine, most truly falsely, must, needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love Kath. I cannot tell. me? K. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them. Come, I know, thou lovest me; and at night K. Hen. O, Kate, nice customs curt'sy to great kings. when you come into your closet, you'll question this Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will, weak list of a country's fashion: we are the makers to her, dispraise those parts in me, that you love with of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the places, stops the months of all find-faults; as I will rather, gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly. If do yours, for upholding the nice fashion of your counever thou be'st mine, Kate, (as I have a saving faith try, in denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently, and within me, tells me, -thou shalt,)I get thee with scam- yielding. [Kissing her.] You have witchcraft in your bling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good lips, Kate: there is more eloquence in a sugar touch soldier breeder: shall not thou and I, between Saint of them, than in the tongues of the French council; Dennis and Saint George,compound a boy,half French, and they should sooner persuade Harry of England, half English, that shall go to Constantinople, and take than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes the Turk by the beard? shall we not? what sayest your father. thou, my fair flower-de-luce? Kath. I do not know dat. Enter the French King and Queen, BURGUNDY, Bedford, Gloster, EXETER, WESTMORELAND, and other French and English Lords. Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to pro- Kath. Your majesté 'ave fausse French enough to deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en France. K. Hen. Now, fye 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 dost, notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage. Now beshrew my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil wars when he got me; therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, 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, most fair Katharine, will you have me? Put off your maiden blushes; 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, Frauce is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine; who,though I speak it before his face, if he be not fellow with the best 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, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken English, Wilt thou have me? Kath. Dat is, as it shall please de roy mon pere. K. Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate. Kath. Den it shall also content me. K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I love her; and that is good English. Bur. Is she not apt? K. Hen. Our tongue is rough, coz; 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. Bur. 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. Cau you blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? It were,ny lord, a hard condition for a maid to consign to. K. Hlen. Yet they do wink, and yield; as love is blind, and enforces. Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when they see not what they do. K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent to winking. Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning: for maids, well summered 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. Hen. This moral ties me over to time, and a hot summer; and so I will catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too. Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves. K. Hen. 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 turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with maiden walls, that war hath never entered, K. Hen. Shall Kate be my wife? Fr. King. So please you. of All. Amen! K. Hen.Now welcome, Kate: and bear me witness all, K. Hen. I am content; so the maideu cities you talk pass. Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her blood Issue to me that the contending kingdoms Enter CHORUS. [Exeunt. Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen, Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. That they lost France, and made his England bleed: KING HENRY VI. Persons of the King HENRY the Sixth. France. THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of EXETER, great uncle to HENRY BEAUFORT, great uncle to the king, bishop of SUFFOLK. Lord TALBOT, afterwards earl of SHREWSBURY: EDMUND MORTIMER, earl of MARCH. MORTIMER'S Keeper, and a Lawyer. rama. Mayor of London. WOODVILLE, lieutenant of the Tower. VERNON, of the White Rose, or York Faction. JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called JOAN OF ARC. Sir JOHN FASTOLFE. Sir WILLIAM LUCY. Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE. Sir THOMAS Gargrave, |