A C T I. SCENE I. Westminster-abbey. Dead march. Enter the funeral of King Henry V. attended on by the Duke of Bedford, regent of France; the Duke of Gloucefter, Protector; the Duke of Exeter, and the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchefter, and the Duke of Somerfet. Bed. H UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and Brandifh your crefted treffes in the sky; Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time. His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its beams; Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never fhall revive: [blood? Upon a wooden coffin we attend; times, for manners, So Old I do wax, and from my weary limbs SCENE III. The French court at Trois, in Champaigne. [Exit Enter at one door King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwick, and other Lords; at another, the French King, Queen Ifabel, Princefs Catharine, the Duke of Burgundy, and other French. K. Henry. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are And, Princes French, and Peers, health to you all. 2. Ifa. So happy be the iffue, brother England, With all my wits, my pains, and ftrong endeavours, To bring your moft imperial Majefties Unto this bar, and royal interview. Your Your Mightineffes on both parts can witness Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace, "Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart, "The even mead, that erit brought fweetly forth "And all our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, * K.Henry, If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace, * Diffus'd for extravagant, Whofe Whose want gives growth to th' imperfections You have, enfchedul'd briefly, in your hands. K. Henry. Well, then; the peace, [yet K. Henry. Brother, we fhall. Go, uncle Exeter, And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester, Warwick and Huntington, go with the King; And take with you free pow'r to ratify, Augment, or alter, as your wifdoms best Shall fee advantageable for our dignity Any thing in, or out of our demands; And we'll confign thereto. Will you, fair fifter, Go with the Princes, or stay here with us? 2.Ifa. Our gracious brother, I will go with them; Haply a woman's voice may do fome good, When articles too nicely urge'd, be ftood on. K. Henry. Yet leave our coufin Catharine here with She is our capital demand, compris'd Within the fore rank of our articles 2. Ifa. She hath good leave. SCENE [us. [Exeunt. IV. Manent King Henry, Catharine, and a Lady. K. Henry. Fair Catharine, moft fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a foldier terms, Such as will enter at a lady's ear, And plead his love-fuit to her gentle heart? Cath. Your Majefty fhall mock at me, I cannot fpeak your England. K.Henry. O fair Catharine, if you will love me found i, e. wave, or declin ly ly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confers it brokenly with your Englith tongue. Do you like me, kate. Cath. Pa donnee way, I cannot tell what is like me. K. Henry An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel. Cath. She dit-il, que je fuis femblable à les anges? Lady, Our, prayment, ( jau vatre txrace), dinji'uit-il. A, say. I laid 10, dear Catharine, and I mult not bluth to affirm it. Cath, & bon Dieu! les langues des hommes font pleiner de tromperies. K. Fear, What fays the, fair one? that tongues of men are full of deceits ? Fady. Owy, dat te tongues of de mans is be full of deccits: dat is de Princes, A. wx. The Princets is the better Englishwoman, Pfaith, hate, my wooing is fit for thy underlanding, I am glad thou cantt peak no better English; for it thou could't, thou would't find me fuch a plain king, that thou would't think I had told my farm to buy my crown, I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to day, I love you. Then if you urge me further than to fay, Do you in faith ?. I wear out my fuit, Give me your aniwer; i'faith, do; and to clap hands and a bargain. How lay you, lady? Cath, Sauf vatre bonusar, me understand well, A. Feary, Aiatry, if you would put me to veries, op to dance for your fake, kate, why, you undid mea for the one I have neither words nor meature; and for the other I have no ftrength in meature, yet a reasonable meature in itrength. If I could win a lady at leapfrog, or by vaulting into my taddle with my armour on my back, under the correction of bragging be it poken, I thould quickly leap into a wife; or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horie for her lavouis, I could lay on like a butcher, and fit like a jac-a mapes, never off, But, before God, Kate, I cannot look greenly, nor galp out my eloquence, nor have I cumning in protellation; only downright oaths, which I never nfe till urged, and never break for urging. If thou cault love a fellow of this temper, Kato, Whole |