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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.
350 K. Hen. Shall Kate be 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 stood in the way for my wish shall show me the way to my will.
Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of
K. Hen. Is't so, my lords of England ? 359
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 France, having any occasion to write for matter of grant, shall name your highness in this form and with this addition, in French, Notre trèscher fils Henri, Roi d'Angleterre, Héritier de France; and thus in Latin, Præclarissimus filius noster Henricus, Rex Angliæ, et Hæres Franciæ. Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so
denied, But your request shall inake me let it pass. 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
380 Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair
France. 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 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 English
Chor. Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending* author hath pursued 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 lived
This star of England: Fortune made his sword; By which the world's best garden he achieved,
And of it left his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King Of France and England, did this king suc. ceed;
*Stooping under weight. 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, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.