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Westminster-abbey. Dead march. Enter the funeral of King Henry V. at
tended on by the Duke of Bedford, regent of France; the Duke of Gloucester, Protector; the Duke of Exeter, and ihe Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Win
chester, and the Duke of Somerset. Bed, UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day
to night! Comets, iinporting change of limes * and
your crested tresses in the sky;
Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time.
Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in
Win. He was a King, bless'd of the King of Kings. Unto the French, the dreadful judgment-day sime', for n.anners,
Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs
wick, and other Lords; at another, the French King, Queen Isabel, Princess Catharine, the Duke of Burgundy, and other French.
K. Henry. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are Unto our brother France, and to our sister, (met: Health and fair time of day: joy and good wishes, To our most fair and princely cousin Catharine ; And as a branch and member of this royalty, By whom this great assembly is contriv’d, We do falute 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 youi, Princes English, every one.
Q. Ifa. 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 batilisks : 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. Henry. To cry Amen to that, thus we appear. Q. Isa. You English Princes all, I do falute you.
Burg. My duty to you both, on equal love, Great Kings of France, and England. That I've la
bour'd With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, To bring your most imperial Majesties Unto this bar, and royal interview.
Your Mightinesses on both parts can witness
Wanting the feythe, all uncorrected, rank,
That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Whose want gives growth to th' imperfections
Burg. The King hath heard them; to the which as There is no answer made.
[yet K. Henry. Well, then; the peace, Which
yoni before so urged, lies in his answer. Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary eye O'er glance'd the articles ; pleaseth your Grace
T'appoint some of your council presently
K. Henry. Brother, we thall. Go, uncle Exeter,
Q. Ifa. Our gracious brother, I will go with them; Haply a woman's voice may do some good, When articles too nicely urge’d, be stood on.
K. Henry. Yet leave our cousin Catharine here with She is our capital demand, compris'd
[us. Within the fore rank of our articles 2. Ifa. She hath good leave.
S CE N E IV.
Cath. Your Majesty shall mock at me, I cannot speak your England. K. Henry. O fair Catharine, if you will love me sound
i, e. uave, or declina
ly with your french heart, I will be glad to hear you contes it brobenly with your Englitli tongue, Do you like me, haini
Cath. I'# sammen war, I cannot tell what is like we.
A. Hwury Au angel is like you, hate, and you are like an angel,
Cain, dit-il, que ja fuit jowlane let anges! Lally, buvo ornamento de veflre translo mins til A, s. * *I laid 10, dear Catharine, and mult not
X, iwwy, What tays thu, fair one that tongues of men are full of deceita?
listed buy, wat te tongues of de mana is be full of dereitai dat ia de Princea,
M. ' **'*, The Princea is the better Englithwoman, I'llaith, hate, my woning in dit for thy undertanding, I singlad thou cant mawak ng better Englith; for it ihou couldnt, thou wouli't find me tueha plaining, that thou wouki'lt think I had told my farm to buy my erwal, I know no ways to mince it in love, bui din perily to day, I love you. Then it you urge me humiher than to fay, Do you in faith I wear out my tuit. Give me your answers itaith, do, and to slap hands and a bargain, How lay yon, ladyr
Cath, Sauvanre Autent', me undertland well,
hideung, Harry, it you would put me te vertes, or to dance for your lake, hate, why, you undid me : for the one I have neither words nor meatur ; and this the other I have no trength in meature, you s lesionable meanne in length: 111 could win a lady at leap trag, or hy vaulting into my tandule with my armour an my back, under the correction of bragging be it pohot, I thould quickly leap into a wite will mit butter for my love, or bound my horie for her latours, Trondisy on like a butther, and it like s jue-a-114pedy heter att ut, butore God, Asie, I cannot luuk Hreewly, horgan out my lynence, hor have lum ning in potellations only duwuright oath, which i meter ne ill urget, aminelen biwak tor ngings, It' Hou estat lave a fullow of this temper, law, whila