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Ascribe we all. When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss
On one part and on the other? Take it, Goa,
For it is none but thine!


"Tis wonderful! K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village :


And be it death proclaimed through our host 120
To boast of this or take that praise from God
Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an 't please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?

Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, asse my friend, Captain Gower. The rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,

That God fought for us.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites:

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great good. you and yourself 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 salt yesterday, look you, and pid me eat my leek. It was in a place where I could not preed no contention 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.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum;
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay.
And then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy






Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
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 deep-mouth'd



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 Cæsar in:
As, by a lower but 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 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 abridgement, and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.


SCENE I.-France. An English Court of


Flu. "Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol! you scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you!

Pist. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst,
base Troyan,

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

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy lousy knave, at my desires and my requests and my petitions to eat, look you, this leek; pecause, 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 good, scald knave, as eat it? 31 Pist. Base Troyan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when God's will is. I will desire you to live in the mean time and eat your victuals: come, there is sauce for it. Strikes 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, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days. Bite, I pray you; it is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite?

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Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat.

Flu. Much good do you, scald knave, heartily. 40 Nay, pray you, throw none away; the skin is good for your proken coxcomb. When you take



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occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock K. Hen. To cry amen to that, thus we appear. at 'em ; that is all.

Q. Isa. You English princes all, I do salute you. Pist. Good.

Bur. My duty to you both, on equal love, Flu. Ay, leeks is good. Hold you, there is a Great Kings of France and England! That I groat to heal your pate.

have labour'd Pist. Me a groat !

With all my wits,my pains, and strong endeavours, Flu. Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take To bring your most imperial majesties it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which Unto this bar and royal interview, you shall eat.

Your mightiness on both parts best can witness. Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge. Since then my office hath so far prevail'd

Plu. If I owe you any thing I will pay you in That face to face, and royal eye to eye, cudgels : you shall be a woodmonger, and buy You have congreeted let it not disgrace me nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and if I demand before this royal view, keep you, and heal your pate.

Exit. 72 What rub or what impediment there is, Pist. All hell shall stir for this.

Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace, Gow. Go, go ; you are a counterfeit cowardly Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births, knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, Should not in this best garden of the world, begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage! a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, and Alas! she hath from Francetoo long been chas'd, dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? , And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps, I have seen you gleeking and galling at this Corrupting in its own fertility. gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, he could not speak English in the native garb, Unpruned dies ; her hedges even-pleach'd, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel: Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair, you find it otherwise ; and henceforth let a Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas Welsh correction teach you a good English con- The darnel, hemlock and rank fumitory dition. Fare ye well.

Exit. Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts Pist. Doth Fortune play the huswife with me That should deracinate such savagery ; now!

The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth News have I that my Nell is dead i' the spital The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Of malady of France;

Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs But hatefuldocks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Honour is cudgelled. Well, bawd I'll turn, Losing both beauty and utility; And something lean to cut-purse of quick hand. And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and To England will I steal, and there I'll steal :

hedges, And patches will I get unto these cudgell’d scars, Defective in their natures, grow to wildness ; And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. Exit. Even so our houses and ourselves and children

Have lost, or do not learn for want of time, SCENE II. Troyes in Champagne. An Apart

The sciences that should become our country, ment in the French King's Palace.

But grow like savages, as soldiers will

That nothing do but meditate on blood, Enter, at one door, King HENRY, BEDFORD, To swearing and stern looks, diffus’d attire,

GLOUCESTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WEST- And every thing that seems unnatural. MORELAND, and other Lords ; at another, the Which to reduce into our former favour Prench King, Queen ISABEL, the Princess You are assembled ; and my speech entreats KATHARINE, ALICE, und other Ladies, the That I may know the let why gentle Peace Duke of BURGUNDY, and his Train.

Should not expel these inconveniences, K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we And bless us with her former qualities. are met!

K. Hen. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the Unto our brother France, and to our sister,

peace, Health and fair time of day ; joy and good wishes Whose want gives growth to the imperfections To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine ; Which you have cited, you must buy that peace And, as a branch and member of this royalty, With full accord to all our just demands ; By whom this great assembly is contrivd, Whose tenours and particular effects We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy ;

You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands. And, princes French, and peers, health to you all ! Bur. The king hath heard them; to the which Pr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your as vet face,

There is no answer made. Most worthy brother England ; fairly met :

K. Hen.

Well then the peace, So are you, princes English, every one.

Which you before so nrg'd, lies in his answer. Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother England, Fr. Ring. I have but with a cursorary eye Of this good day and of this gracious meeting, O’erglanc'd the articles : pleaseth your grace As we are now glad to behold your eyes ; To appoint some of your council presently, Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them To sit with us once more, with better heed Against the French, that met them in their bent, i To re-survey them, we will suddenly The fatal balls of murdering basilisks :

Pass our accept and peremptory answer. The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,

K. Hen. Brother, we shall. Ğo, uncle Exeter. Have lost their quality, and that this day And brother Clarence, and Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love. 20 Gloucester,



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Warwick and Huntingdon, go with the king ; eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation; And take with you free power to ratify,

only downright oaths, which I never use till Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst Shall see advantageable for our dignity, love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face Any thing in or out of our demands,

is not worth sun-burning, that never looks in And we 'll consign thereto. Will you, fair sister, his glass for love of any thing he sees there, let Go with the princes, or stay here with us? 91 thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with soldier : if thou canst love me for this, take me; them.

if not, to say to thee that I shall die, is true; Haply a woman's voice may do some good but for thy love, by the Lord, no; yet I love When articles too nicely urg'd be stood on. thee too. And while thou livest, dear Kate, take K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine here a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy, for with us :

he perforce must do thee right, because he hath She is our capital demand, compris'd

not the gift to woo in other places ; for these Within the fore-rank of our articles.

fellows of infinite tongue, that can rime themQ. Isa. She hath good leave.

selves into ladies' favours, they do always reason Exeunt all but King HENRY, KATHARINE, themselves out again. What ! a speaker is but

and ALICE. a prater ; a rime is but a ballad. A good leg K. Hen, Fair Katharine, and most fair, will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms will turn wbite, a curled pate will grow bald, a Such as will enter at a lady's ear

100 fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow; And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart? but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon ;

Kath. Your majesty sall mock me; I can. or rather the sun, and not the moon; for it not speak your England.

shines bright and never changes, but keeps his K. Hen. O fair Katharine! if you will love course truly. If thou would have such a one, me soundly with your French heart, I will be take me ; and take me, take a soldier ; take a glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your soldier, take a king. And what sayest thou then English tongue. Do you like me, Kate ? to my love ? speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray Kath. Pardonnez-moy, I cannot tell vat is like thee.

Kath. Is it possible dat I sould love de enemy K. Hlen. An angel is like you, Kate, and you of France ? are like an angel.

K. Hen. No; it is not possible you should love Kath. Que dit-il ? que je suis semblable à les the enemy of France, Kate ; but, in loving me, anje3 ?

you should love the friend of France, for I love Alice. Quy, vrayment, sauf vostre grace, ainsi France so well that I will not part with a village dit-il.

of it ; I will have it all mine: and Kate, when K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine, and I must France is mine and I am yours, then yours is not blush to affirm it.

France and you are mine. Kath. O bon Dieu ! les langues des hommes sont Kath. I cannot tell vat is dat. pleines de tromperies.

K. Hen. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the which I am sure will hang upon my tongue like tongues of men are full of deceits ?

a new-married wife about her husband's neck, Alice. Ouy; dat de tongues of de mans is be hardly to be shook off. Je quand sur le possession full of deceits : dat is de princess.

de France, et quand vous avez le possession de moyk. Hen. The princess is the better English - let me see, what then? Saint Denis be my

I' faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for the speed !-donc vostre est France, et vous estes mienne. understanding : I am glad thou canst speak no It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the king. better English; for if thou could'st, thou | dom as to speak so much more French: I shall would'st find me such a plain king that thou never move thee in French, unless it be to laugh would'st think I had sold my farm to buy my at me. Crown. I know no ways to mince it in love, but Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le François que vous directly to say · I love you': then if you urge parlez est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle. 201 me further than to say . Do you in faith ?' I K. Hen. No, faith, is 't not, Kate ; but thy wear out my suit. Give me your answer ; i' speaking of my tongue, and I thine, most truly faith, do : and so clap hands and a bargain. falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. How say rou, lady ?

135 But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, me understand vell. English? Canst thou love me?

k. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, Kath. I cannot tell. or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid K'. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate! me: for tbe one, I have neither words nor | I'll ask them. Come, I know thou lovest me: measure, and for the other, I have no stre th and at night when you cor into your closet io measure, vet a reasonable measure in strength. you 'll question this gentlewoman about me; If I could win a lady at leap-frog, or by vaulting and I know, Kate, you will to her dispraise those into my saddle with my armour on my back, parts in me that you love with your heart : but, under the correction of bragging be it spoken, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the rather, I should quickly leap into a wife. Or if I might gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly. If buffet for my love, or bound my horse for her ever thou be'st mine, Kate, as I have a saving favours, I could lay on like a butcher and sit faith within me tells me thou shalt, I get thee like a jack-an-apes, never off. But, before God, with scambling, and thou must therefore needs Kate, I cannot look greenly nor gasp out my prove a good soldier-breeder. Shall not thou



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and I, between Saint Denis and Saint George, compound a boy, half French, half English, that shall go to Constantinople and take the Turk by the beard? shall we not? what sayest thou, my fair flower-de-luce?


Kath. I do not know dat.

K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: do but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your French part of such a boy, and for my English moiety take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle Katharine du monde, mon très cher et divin déesse?


Kath. Your majesté ave fausse French enough to deceive de most sage damoiselle dat is en France. K. Hen. Now, fie 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, France 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 sall please de roy mon père. K. Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.

Kath. Den it sall also content me.

K. Hen. Upon that I kiss your hand, and I call you my queen.


Kath. Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez Ma foy, je ne veux point que vous abaissiez vostre grandeur, en baisant le main d'une vostre indigne serviteur: excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon très puissant seigneur.

K. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. Kath. Les dames et damoiselles, pour estre baisées devant leur nopces, il n'est pas le coutume de France.


K. Hen. Madam my interpreter, what says


Alice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of France-I cannot tell vat is baiser in English. K. Hen. To kiss.

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

she say?

Alice. Ouy, vraiment.


K. Hen. O Kate! nice customs court'sy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion we are the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places stops the mouth of all find-faults, as I will do yours, for upholding the nice fashion of your country in denying me a kiss: therefore, patiently and yielding. Kisses her. You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.


Re-enter the French King and Queen, BURGUNDY, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, EXETER, WESTMORELAND, and other French and English Lords.

Bur. God save your majesty! My royal cousin, teach you our princess English?

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?

Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when they see not what they do.


K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your to consent 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 hand!ling, which before would not abide looking on.

K. Hen. This moral ties me over to time and a hot summer; and so I shall catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too.


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. Can 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, my lord, a hard condition for a maid to consign to.

K. Hen. Yet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and enforces.

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 perspec tively, 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.

K. Hen. I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of may wait on her so the maid that

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But your request shall make me let it pass.
K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear

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

That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.

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 fell jealousy,
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. Prepare we for our marriage: on
which day,

My Lord of Burgundy, we 'll take your oath,
And all the peers', for surety of our leagues. 400
Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me;
And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be!
Sennet. Exeunt.


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

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

Issue to me; that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose very shores look


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 hath shown; and, for their sake,

All. Amen!

K. Hen. Now welcome, Kate: and bear me In your fair minds let this acceptance take. witness all,



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