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Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got One huudred twenty-six: added to these, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Eight ihousand and four hundred; of the which, Here is his majesty.
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, Enter King Henry and Exeter. There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, K. Hen. How now! what's the matter?
'squires, Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, And gentlemen of blood and quality. look your grace, has struck the glove which your The names of those their nobles that lie dead, majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon. Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France';
Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France ; fellow of its and 'he, that I gave it to in change, The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures, promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard strike him, if he did : I met this man with my glove Dauphin ; .11 his cap, and I have been as good as my word. John, duke of Alençon; Antony, duke of Brabant,
Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your ma- The brother to the duke of Burgundy; 'esty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beg- And Edward, duke of Bar: of lusty earls, garly, lousy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and f'oix, pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale. that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majes- Here was a royal fellowship of death! ty is give me, in your conscience now.
Where is the number of our English dead ? K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here
(Herald presents another paper. is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised’st Edward the duke of York, ihe earl of Suffolk, to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire :
Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer None else of name; and, of all other men, for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld. But five and twenty. OʻGod, thy arm was here,
K. 'Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction ? And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
. - When, without stratagem, never came any from mine, that might offend your But in plain shock, and even play of buitle, majesty
Was ever known so great and little loss, K. Hen. It was oursell thou didst abuse. On one part and on the other ?-Take it, God,
Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you For it is only thine ! appeared to me but as a common man; witness the Ere.
'Tis wonderful! night, your garments, your lowliness; and what K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech And be it death proclaimed through our host, you, take it for your own fault, and not mine: for To boast of this, or take that praise from God, had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; Which is his only. therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. Flu. Is it not lawsul, an please your majesty, la K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with tell how many is killed ? crowns,
K. Hen. Yes, captain ; but with this acknow. And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, sellow;
ledgment, And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
That God fought for us. Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns :- Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us grent goot. And, captain, you must needs be friends with him. K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;
Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. mettle enough in his pelly :-Hold, there is twelve The dead with charity enclos’d in clay, pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep We'll then to Calais ; and to England then; you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and Where ne'er from France arriv’d more happy men. dissensions, and, Í warrant you, it is the petter for
Will, I will none of your money.
Enter Chorus. goot: 'tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the change it.
That I may prompt them: and of such as have, Enter an English Herald.
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
of time, of numbers, and due course of things, K. Hen. Now, herald ; are the dead number'd? Which cannot in their huge and proper life Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd Be here presented. Now we bear the king French.
[Delivers a paper. Toward Calais : grant him there; there seen, K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken, Heave him away upon your winged thoughts, uncle ?
Athwart the sea : Behold, the English beach Ere. Charles, dukcofOrleans, nephew to the king; Pales in the food with men, with wives, and boys, Sohn, duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt: Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth or other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires, Full fifteen hindred, besides common men. Which, like a mighty whiMer? 'fore the king, K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand Seems to prepare his way: so let him land; French,
And, solemnly, see him set on to London. That in the field lie slain : of princes, in this So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
number, And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead (1) An ollicer who walks first in processions.
You may imagine him upon Blackheath :
Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats. Where that his lords desire him to have borne' Flu. There is one goat for you. (Strikes him.) His bruised helmet, and his bended sword, Will you be so goot, scald knave, as cat it? Before him, through the city: he forbids it, Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die. Being free from vainness and sell-glorious pride ; Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
will is : I will desire you to live in the mean time, Quite from himself, to God.? But now behold, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. In the quick forge and working-house of thought, [Striking him again. You called me yesterday, How London doth pour out her citizens ! mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,- squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you Like to the senators of the antique Rome, can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. With the plebeians swarming at their heels,- Gow. Enough, captain ; you have astonished* Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar' in: him. As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,"
Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of Were now the general of our gracious empress* my leek, or I will peat his pate four days:-Pite, (As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland coming, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, your ploody coxcomb. How many would the peaceful city quit,
Pist. Must I bite ? To welcome him? much more, and much more Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out
of questions too, and ambiguities. Did they this Harry. Now in London place him ; Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge ; (As yet the lamentation of the French
I eat, and eke I swearInvites the king of England's stay at home: Flie. Eat, I pray you : Will you have some more The emperor's coming in behalf of France, sauce to your leek ? there is not enough leek to To order peace between them ;) and omit swear by. All the occurrences, whatever chanc'd,
Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. Till Harry's back-return again to France ;
Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. There must we bring him; and myself have play'a Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goo! The interim, by remembering you—'lis past. for your proken coxcomb. When you take occaThen brook abridgment; and your eyes advance sions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at After your thoughts, straight back again to France. them; that is all.
[Exil. Pist. Good.
Flu. Ay, leeks is goot :-Hold you, there is a SCENE I.-France. An English court of guard. groat to heal your pate. Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Pist. Me a groat!
Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; Gow. Nay, that's right; þut why wear you your or I have another leek in my pocket, which you lcek to-day! 'Saint Davy's day is past.
shall eat. Flu. There is occasions and causes why and Pist. I take thy groal, in earnest of revenge. wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,—which you and nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and yoursell, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter keep you, and heal your pate.
(Exit. than a fellow, look you now, of no merits,-he is Pist. All hell shall stir for this. come to me, and prings me pread and salt yester. Govo. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly day, look you, and pid me eat my leek: it was in knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, a place where I could not breed no contentions begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,-and cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? him a little piece of my desires.
I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gen
tleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he Enter Pistol.
could not speak English in the native garb, he Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a tur-could not therefore handle an English cudgel : you key-cock.
find it otherwise ; and, henceforth, let a Welsh cor Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his rection teach you a good English condition. Fare turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you ye well
(Erit. scurvy, lousy knave, Got pless you!
Pist. Doth fortune play the buswifero with me Pist: Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, News have I, that my Nell is dead i’the spital"
? base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ?
Of malady of France ; Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.
And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, old I do wax; and from my weary limbs at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn, to eat, look you, this leek; because, look you, you And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand. do not love it, nor your affections, and your appe: And patches will I get unto these scars,
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal: tites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it.
And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars.
(Erit. (1) i. e. To order it to be borne. (2) Transferring all the honours of conquest from
(5) Spitted, transfixed.
(6) Dost thou desire to have me put thee tv himself to God.
death ?' (3) Similitude.
(7) Stunned. (8) Scoffing, sneering. 14) The earl of Essex in the reign of Elizabeth.
(9) Temper. (10) For ill. '(11) Hospita
SCENE II:-Troyes in Champagne. An apart-|To swearing, and stern looks, diffus’de attire,
ment in the French King's palace. Enter, at And every thing that seems unnatural. one door, King Henry, Bedford, Gloster, Exeter, Which to reduce into our former favour,' Warwick, Westmoreland, and other lords; al You are assembled: and my speech entreats another, the French king, queen Isabel, the prin- That I may know the let, why gentle peace cess Katharine, lords, ladies, fc. the duke of Should not expel these inconveniences, Burgundy, and his train.
And bless us with her former qualities.
K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we peace, are met!
Whose want gives growth to the imperfections Cnto our brother France,-and to our sister, Which you have cited, you must buy that peace Health and fair time of day :-joy and good wishes With full accord to all our just demands; To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine; Whose tenors and particular effects And (as a branch and member of this royalty, You have, enscheduld briefly, in your hands. By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,) Bur. The king hath hoard them; to the which, We do salute you, duke of Burgundy ;
as yet, And, princes French, and pecrs, health to you all! There is no answer made. Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your
Well then, the perce, face,
Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer, Most worthy brother England; fairly met :- Fr. King: I have but with a cursorary eye So are you princes English, every one.
O'er-glanc'd the articles : pleaseth your grace 2. Isa. So nappy be the issue, brother England, To appoint some of your council presently Orihis good day, and of this gracious meeting, To sit with us once more, with better heed As we are now glad to behold your eyes ; To re-survey them, we will, suddenly, Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in ihem Pass our accept, and peremptory answer. Against the French, that met them in their bent, K. Flen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle Exeter,The fatal balls of murdering basilisks :
And brother Clarence--and you, brother Gloster,-
K. Hen. To cry amen to that, thus we appear. Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Bur. My duty to you both, on equal love, And we'il consign thereto.-Will you, fair sister, Great kings of France and England ! That I have Go with the princes, or stay here with us ? labour'd
Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with: With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, them; To bring your most imperial majesties
Haply, a woman's voice may do some good, Unto this bar and royal interview,
When articles, too nicely urg'd, be stood on. Your mightiness on both parts best can witness. K. Hen. Yet leave our cousir. Katharine here Since then my office hath so far prevail'd, That, face to face, and royal eye to eye,
She is our capital demand, compris'd You have congreeted; lei it not disgrace me, Within the fore-rank of our articles. IC I demand, before this royal view,
Q. Isa. She hath good leave. (Exeunt all bus What rub, or what impediment, there is,
Henry, Katharine, and her gentlewoman. Why that the naked, poor, and mangled peace,
K. Hen. Fair Katharine, and most fair, Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Should not, in this best garden of the world, Such as will enter at a lady's ear, Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage? And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart? Alas! she hath from France too long been chas'd; Kath. Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
speak your England. Corrupting in its own fertility:
K. Tlen. V fair Katharine, if you will love me Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to Unpruned dies: her hedges even-pleached, - hear you conless it brokenly with your English Like prisoners wildly over-grown with hair, tongue. Do you like me, Kate ? Put forth disorder'd twigs : her fallow leas Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is-like The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory, Doth root upon; while that the coultera rusts, K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate; That should deracinate' such savagery:
are like an angel. The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth Kath. Que dil-il ? que je suis semblable à les The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
anges ? Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Alice. Ouy, vrayment (sauf vostre grace) ainsi Conceives by idleness: and nothing teems,
dil il. But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs, K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I must Losing both beauty and utility.
not blush to affirm it. And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, Kath. O bon Dieu ! les langues des hommes sont Defective in their natures, grow to wildness : pleines des tromperies. Even so our houses, and ourselves, and children, K. Hen. What says she, fair onc? that the Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time, tongues of men are full of deceits ? The sciences that should become our country; Alice. Ory; dat de tongues of de mans is be But grow, like savages,
-as soldiers will, full of deceits : dat is de princess. That nothing do but meditate on blood, K. Hen. The princess is the beuer Englis' (1) Barrier. (2) Plowshare.
(4) Extravagant. (5) Appearance. To deracinale is to force up the roots.
woman. l'faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy un- shall never niove thee in French, unless it be to derstanding : I am glad, thou canst speak no bel- laugh at me. ter English ; for, if thou couldst, thou wouldst find Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le François que vous me such a plain king, that thou wouldst think, I parlez, est meilleur, que l'Anglois lequel je parle. had sold my farm to buy my crown. I know no K. Hlen. No, 'faith, 'tis not, Kate ; but thy speakways to mince it in love, but directly to say I love ing of my tongue, and I thine, most truly' falsely, you: then, if you urge'me further than to say- must needs be granted to be much at one. But, Do you in faith ? I wear out my suit. Give me Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? your answer; i’faith, do; and so clap hands and a Canst thou love me? bargain: How say you, lady?
Kath. I cannot tell. Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, me understand well. K. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate?
K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, I'll ask them. Come, I know, thou lovest me: and or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: at night when you come into your closet, you'H for the one, I have neither words nor measure ; and question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, for the other
, I have no strength in measure, yet a Kate, you will, to her, dispraise those parts in me reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a that you love with your heart: but, good Kate, mock lady at leap-frog, or by vaulting into my saddle me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, because with my armour on my back, under the correction I love thee cruelly. If ever thou be'st mine, Kate, of bragging be it spoken, I should quickly leap into (as I have a saving faith within me, tells me,-thou a wife. Or, if I might buffet for my love, or bound shalt,) I get thee with scambling, and thou must my horse for her favours, I could lay on like a therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder: Shall butcher, and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off: but, not thou and I, between Saint Dennis and Saint before God, I cannot look greenly, nor gasp out George, compound a boy, half French, half English, my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protesta- that shall go to Constantinople, and take the Turk tión; only downright oaths, which I never use till by the beard ? shall we noi ?' what sayest thou, urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst nower-de-luce ? love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not Kath. I do not know dat. worth sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to love of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be thy promise: do but now promise, Kate, you will endea. cook. I speak to thee plain soldier : If thou canst vour for your French part of such a boy; and, for love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee—that my English moiety, take the word of a king, and a I shall die, is true ; but-for thy love, by the Lord, bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle Kathano ; yet I love thee too. And while thou livest, dear rine du monde, mon tres chere et dirine deesse ? Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined: con- Kath. Your majesté 'ave fausse French enough stancy; for he perforce must do the right, because to deceive the most sage demoiselle dat is en France. he hath not the gift to woo in other places; for these K. Hen. Now, fie upon my false French! By mine fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves honour, in true English, I love thee, Kate: by into ladies' favours, they do always reason them- which honour I dare not swear, thou lovest me; yet selves out again. What! a speaker is but a prater ; my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, nota rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg will fall;" a withstanding the poor and untempering effect of me straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn visage. Now beshrew my father's ambition! he white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face was thinking of civil wars when he got me ; therewill wither; a full eye will wax hollow; but a good fore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the aspect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies, I sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, never changes, but keeps his course truly.is'thou the better I shall appear: my comfort is, that old would have such a one, take me: And take me, age, that ill-layer up of beauty, can do no more take a soldier; take a soldier, take a king: And spoil upon my face: thou hast me, if thou hast ine, what sayest thou then to my love ? speak, my fair, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou rear and fairly, I pray thee.
me, better and better; And therefore tell me, most Kath. Is it possible dat I should love de enemy fair Katharine, will you have me? Put off your of France ?
maiden blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart K. Hen. No; it is not possible, you should love with the looks of an empress; take me by the hand, the enemy of France, Kate: but, in loving me, you and say–Harry of England, I am thine: which should love the friend of France; for I love France word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear, withal, so well, that I will not part with a village of it; I but I will tell thee aloud-England is thine, Irewill have it all mine : and, Kate, when France is land is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantagemine, and I am yours, then yours is France, and net is thine ; who, though I speak it before his face, you are mine.
if he be not rellow with the best king, thou shalt Kath. I cannot tell vat is dat. I
find the best king of good fellows. Come, your K. Hen. No, Kate? I will tell thce in French ; answer in broken music; for thy voice is music, which, I am sure, will hang upon my tongue like and thy English broken: therefore, queen of all, a new-married wife about her husband's neck, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken English, hardly to be shook off. Quand j'ay la possession Wilt thou have me? de France, et quand vous avez la possession de Kath. Dat is, as it shall please de roy mon pere, moi, (let me see, what then ? Saint Dennis be my K. Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it speed!)—donc vostre est France, et vous estes shall please him, Kate. mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the Kath. Den it shall also content me. kingdom, as to speak so much more French: I K. Hen. Upon that I will kiss your hand, and I
call you—my queen. (1) In dancing. (2) i. e. Like a young lover, awkwardly.
(4) Fall away. (3) He means, resembling a plain piece of metal, (5) i, e. Though my face has no power to soften which has not yet received any impression. you.
Kath. Laissez, mon seigneur, luissez, laissez : la fair French cily, for one fair French maid that na foy, je ne veux point que vous abbaisse: vostre stands in my way. grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne. Fr. King. Yes, my lord, you see them perspec serţileure; excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon tres tively, the cities turned into a maid; for they are puissant seigneur.
all girdled with maiden walls, that war hath nerer K. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. entered.
Kath. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre K. Hen. Shall Kate be my wife? baisées devant leur nopces, il n'est pasi le coutume Fr. King. So please you. de France,
K. Hen. I am content ; so the maiden cities you R. Hen. Madam, my interpreter, what says she ? talk of, may wait on her': so the maid, that stood Alice. Dat it is not be de liushion pour les ladies in the way of my wish, shall show me the way to of France, I cannot tell what is baiser, en English. my will. K. Hen, To kiss.
Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy.
K. Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids in K. Hen. Ist so, my lords of England ? France to kiss before they are married, would she West. The king hath granted every article :
His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all, Alice. Ouy, vrayment.
According to their firm proposed natures, K. Hen. 0, Kaie, nice customs curt'sy to great Ece. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this :kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined Where your majesty demands-- Shat the king of within the weak list of a country's fashion : we are France, having any occasion to write for matter of the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that grant, shall name your highness in this form, and follows our places, stops the mouths of all find-, with this addition, in French, -Nolre tres cher faults; as I will do yours, for upholding the nice filz Henry, roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; fashion of your country, in denying me a kiss : and thus in Latin,-Præclarissimus filius noslá therefore, paciently, and yielding. (Kissing her.) Henricus, rer Angliæ, et hæres Franciæ. You have witchcrast in your lips, Kate: There is Fr. King. Nor this l'have not, brother, so denied more eloquence in a sugar touch of them, than in But your request shall make me let it pass. the tongues of the French council; and they should K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear sooner persuade Harry of England, than a general alliance, petition of monarchs. Here comes your father. Let that one article rank with the rest :
And, thereupon, give me your daughter. Enter the French King and Queen, Burgundy,
Fr. King. Take her, fair son ; and from har Bedrord, Gloster, Exeter, Westmoreland, and
blood raise up other French and English Lords.
Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cousin, Or France and England, whose very shores loos teach you our princess English?
pale K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, With envy of each other's happiness, now perfectly I love her; and that is good English. May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction Bur. Is she not apt?
Plant neighbourhood and christian-like accord K. Hen. Our tongue is rough, coz; and my con- In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance dition is not smooth: so that, having neither the His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fai: France. voice nor the heart of Mattery about me, I cannot Al. Amen! so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will K. Hen. Now welcome, Kate:-and bear me appear in his true likeness.
witness all, Bur. Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I an- That here I kiss her as my sovereign qumen. swer you for that. If you would conjure in her,
(Flourish you must make a circle: if conjure up love in her Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages, in his true likeness, he must appear naked, and combine your hearts in one, vour realms in one! vlind: Can you blain, her then, being a manu yel A: man and wife, being two, are one love, rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty; if So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal, she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in That never may ill ofhce, or fell jealousy, her naked seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard Which troubles of the bed of blessed marriage, condition for a maid to consign to.
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms, K. Hen. Yet they do wink, and yield; as love To make divorce of their incorporate league ; is blind, and enforces.
That English may as French, French Englishmen, Bur. 'They are then excused, my lord, when they Receive each other! - God speak this Amen! see not what they do.
gu. Amen! K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage :-on to consent to winking.
which day, Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if My lord or Burgundy, we'll take your oath, you will teach her to know my meaning: for maids, And all the peers’, for surety of our leagues.well summered and warm kept, are like fies at Bar. Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me; tholomew-tide, blind, though they have their eyes ; And may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be ! and then they will endure handling, which before
(Eseunt. would not abide looking on.
Enter Chorus. K. Hen. This mural• ties me over to time, and a bot summer; and so I will catch the fly, your Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen, cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too. Our bending author hath pursu'd the story;
Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves. In little room confining mighty men,
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