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!
Where is the number of our English dead?
[Herald presents another paper.
Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketly, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and, of all other men,
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here,
And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock, and even play of battle,
Was ever kuown so great and little loss,
On one part and on th' other? — Take it, God,
For it is only thine!

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!

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Exe. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village:
And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take that praise from God,
Which is his only.

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,
That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;
Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum.
The dead with charity inclos'd in clay,
We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.
[Exeunt.

That I may prompt them and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts,
Athwart the sea: behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deepmouth'd

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd?
Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd French.
[Delivers a paper.
K.Hen.What prisoners of good sort are taken,uncle?
Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
John duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt:
Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
K.Hen.This note doth tell me of ten thousand French,
That in the field lie slain : of princes, in this number,
And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,
And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of those their nobles, that lie dead,
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;

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The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;
Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard Dau-
phin;

John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant,
The brother to the duke of Burgundy;
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix,
Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale.

sea,

Which, like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land,
And, solemnly, see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath;
Where that his lords desire him, to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens!
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,—
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in:
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious empress
(As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit,
To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;
(As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the king of England's stay at home:
The emperor's coming in behalf of France,

To order peace between them ;) and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
Till Harry's back-return again to France;
There must we bring him; and myself have play'd
The interim, by remembering you — 'tis past.
Then brook abridgment; and your eyes advance
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.
[Exit.

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.
Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me now?
News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital
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 something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:

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,
cocks. Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy,
lowsy knave, Got pless you!

Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? Dost thou thirst, base
Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

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
in the French King's palace.
Enter, at one door, King HENRY, BEDFORD, GLOster,
EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords;
at another, the French King, Queen ISABEL,the Prin-
cess KATHARINE, Lords, Ladies, etc. the Duke of
BURGUNDY, and his Train,

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K. Hen.Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!
Unto our brother France, and to our sister,
Health and fair time of day:- joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
And (as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,)
We do salute you, duke of Burgundy;
And, princes French, and peers, health to you all!
Fr. King, Right joyous are we to behold your face,
Most worthy brother England; fairly met:-
So are you, princes English, ever one.
Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, 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 basilisks:
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality; and that this day
Shall change all griefs, and quarrels, into love.
K. Hen. To cry amen to that, thus we appear.
Q. Isa. You English princes all, I do salute you.
Bur. My duty to you both, on equal love,
Great kings of France and England! That I have
labour'd

With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours,
To bring your most imperial majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,
Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.
Since then my office hath so far prevail'd,
That, face to face, and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted; let it not disgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,

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,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,

Should not, in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Alas! she 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 cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies: her hedges even-pleached,
Like prisoners 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 coulter rusts,
That should deracinate such savagery:
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.

And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
Defective in their natures, grow to wildness;
Even so our houses, and ourselves, and children,
Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow, like savages, as soldiers will,
That nothing do but meditate on blood,
To swearing, and stern looks, diffus'd attire,
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour,
You are assembled: and my speech entreats,
That I may know the let, why gentle peace
Should not expel these inconveniencies,
And bless us with her former qualities.

with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you
confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you
like me, Kate?

Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is-like me.
K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate; and you are
like an angel.

Kath. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable à les anges?
Alice. Ouy, vrayment, (sauf vostre grace)ainsi dit-il.
K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not
blush to affirm it.

Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont
pleines des tromperies.

K. Hen. 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 just demands;
Whose tenours and particular effects
You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands.

K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the tongues
of men are full of deceits?

Alice. Ouy; dat de tongues of the mans is be full
of deceits dat is de princess.

K. Hen. The princess is the better Englishwoman.
I'faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding:
I am glad, thou canst speak no better English; for,
if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king,
that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy
my crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but
directly to say-I love you; then, if you urge me
further than to say ~ Do you in faith? 1 wear out
my suit. Give me your answer; i'faith, do; and so
clap hands and a bargain. How say you, lady?
Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, we understand well.
K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, or
to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for
the one, I have neither words nor measure; and for
the other, I have no strength in measure, yet a rea-
sonable measure in strength. If I could win a lady
at leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle with my
armour on my back, under the correction of brag-
ging be it spoken, I should quickly leap into a wife.
Or, if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse
for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher, and
sit like a jack-an-apes, never off: but, before God, I

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,
Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer.
Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary.eye
O'er-glanced the articles; pleaseth your grace
To appoint some of your council presently
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To re-survey them, we will, suddenly,
Pass our accept, and peremptory answer.

--

nor I have no cunning in protestation; only down-
right oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never
break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this
temper Kate, whose face is not worth sun-burning,
that never looks in his glass for love of any thing he
sees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee
plain soldier. If thou canst love me for this, take me:
if not, to say to thee that I shall die, is true; but
for thy love, by the Lord, no; yet I love thee too.
And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain
and uncoined constancy: for he perforce must do thee
right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other
places; for these fellows of infinite tongue, that can
rhyme themselves into ladies' favours,-they do al-
ways reason themselves out again. What! a speaker
is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg
will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard
will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair
face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a
good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather,
the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and
K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with us; never changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou
She is our capital demand, compris'd
Within the fore-rank of our articles.

K. Hen. Brother, we shall. -Go, uncle Exeter,-
And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloster,
Warwick, and Huntington, go with the king:
And take with you free power, to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Any thing in, or out of, our demands;
And we'll consign thereto. - Will you, fair sister,
Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with them;
Haply, a woman's voice may do some good,
When articles, too nicely urg'd, be stood on.

Q. Isa. She hath good leave.

me,

take

would have such a one, take me and take
a soldier; take a soldier, take a king: and what sayst
thou then to my love? speak, my fair, and fairly, I

[Exeunt all but Henry, KatharinE, and pray thee.
her Gentlewoman.

K. Hen, Fair Katharine, and most fair!
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms,
Such as will enter at a lady's car,
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
Kath. Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot speak
your England.

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.
Kath. Les dames, et demoiselles, pour estre bai-
sées devant leur nopces, il n'est pas le coûtume de
France.

K. Hen. Madam my interpreter, what says she?
Alice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of
France, I cannot tell what is, baiser, en English.
K. Hen. To kiss.

Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy.
K. Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids in France
to kiss before they are married, would she say?
Alice. Ouy, vrayment.

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-
mise: do but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour
for your French part of such a boy; and, for my En-you our princess English?
glish moiety, take the word of a king, and a bachelor.
How answer you, la plus belle Katharine du monde,
mon tres chere et divine deesse?

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,
That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.[Flourish.
Q. Isa. 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 felljealousy,
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!
All. Amen!

K. Hen. I am content; so the maideu cities you talk
may wait on her : so the maid, that stood in the
way of my wish, shall show me the way to my will.
Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of reason.
K. Hen. Is't so, my lords of England?
West. The king hath granted every article:
His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all,
According to their firm proposed natures.
Exe. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this:
Where your majesty demands, that the king of K.Hen. Prepare we for our marriage:-on which day,
France, having any occasion to write for matter of My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath,
grant, shall name your highness in this form, and with And all the peers, for surety of our leagues.-
this addition, in French,- Notre tres cher filz Henry Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me;
roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; and thus in La-And may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be!
tin, - Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex
Angliae, et haeres Franciae.

pass.

Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied,
But your request shall make me let it
K. Hen. 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. Take her, fair son; and from her blood
raise up

Issue to me that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
With envy of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction
Plant neighbourhood and christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.

Enter CHORUS.

[Exeunt.

Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursu'd the story;
In little room confining mighty men,

Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
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 achiev'd,
And of it left his son imperial lord.
Henry the sixth, in infant bands crown'd king
Of France and England did this king succeed;
Whose state so many had the managing,

That they lost France, and made his England bleed:
Which oft our stage has shown; and, for their sake,
In your fair minds let this acceptance take. [Exit.

KING HENRY VI.
PART I.

Persons of the

King HENRY the Sixth.
Duke of GLOSTER, uncle to the king, and protector.
Duke of BEDFORD, uncle to the king, and regent of

France.

THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of EXETER, great uncle to
the king.

HENRY BEAUFORT, great uncle to the king, bishop of
WINCHESTER, and afterwards cardinal.
JOHN BEAUFORT, earl of SOMERSET: afterwards duke.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, eldest son of RICHARD, late
earl of CAMBRIDGE, afterwards duke of YORK,
Earl of WARWICK. Earl af SALISBURY. Earl of

SUFFOLK.

Lord TALBOT, afterwards earl of SHREWSBURY:
JOHN TALBOT, his son.

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.
BASSET, of the Red Rose, or Lancaster Faction.
CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards king of France.
REIGNIER, duke of Ássou, and titular king of Naples.
Governor of Paris. Bastard of ORLEANS.
Duke of BURGUNDY. Duke of ALENÇON.
Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Son.
General of the French forces in Bourdeaux,
A French Sergeant, A Porter.
An old Shepherd, father to JoAN LA PUCELLE.
MARGARET, daughter to REIGNIER; afterwards mar-
ried to King HENRY.
Countess of Auvergne.

JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called JOAN OF ARC.
Fiends appearing to LA PUCELLE, Lords, Warders
of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Mes
sengers, and several Attendants both on the
English and French,
SCENE,-partly in England, and partly in France.

Sir JOHN FASTOLFE. Sir WILLIAM LUCY.

Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE. Sir THOMAS Gargrave,