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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

ftates, Brandish

your crested tresses in the sky;
And with them fcourge the bad revolting stars,
That have consented unto Henry death!
Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er lost a King of so much worth.

Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time.
Virtue he had, deserving to command.
His brandish'd sword did blind men with its beams;
His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings :
His sparkling eyes, replete with awful fire,
More dazzled and drove back his enemies,
Than mid-day fun fierce bent against their faces.
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
He never lifted up his hand, but conquer'd.

Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in
Henry is dead, and never shall revive : [blood?
Upon a wooden coffin we attend ;
And Death's dishonourable victory
We with our stately presence glorify,
Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
What? 'fhall we curse the planets of mishap,
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?
Or Thall we think the subtle witted French
Conj’rers and forc'rers, that, afraid of him,
By magic verse have thus contriv'd his end ?

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
Honour is cudgell’d. Well, bawd will I turn;
And fomething lean to cut-purse of quick hand:
To England will I fteal, and there I'll steal;
And patches will I get unto these scars,
And swear I got them in the Gallia wars. [Exit

The French court at Trois, in Champaigne.
Enter at one door King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, War.

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
Since then my office hath so far prevail'd,
That, face to face and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted; let it not dilgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is,
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not in this belt garden of ihe world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage ?
Alas! the hath from France too long been chas'd;
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.
“ Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart,
“ Unpruned lies; her hedges even-pleachd,
“ Like prisoners wildly over-grown with hair,
“ Put forth disorder'd twigs: her fallow leas,
“ The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory
“ Doth root upon ; while that the culture rusts,
“ That should deracinate such favagery:
“ The even mead, that erit brought sweetly forth
" The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,

Wanting the feythe, all uncorrected, rank,
“ Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
“ But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
" Lofing both beauty and utility;
“ And all our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
Defective in their nurtures, grow to wildness.
Even so our houses, and ourselves, and children,
Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time,
The sciences, that should become our country;
But grow like lavages (as foldiers will,
That nothing do but meditate on blood)
To swearing and itern looks, diffus'd * attire,
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour,
You are assembled ; and my speech intreats,

That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel these inconveniences;
And bless us with her former qualities.
K.Henry. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,
Diffus d for extravagani,



Whose want gives growth to th' imperfections
Which you have cited, you mult buy that peace
With full accord to all our just demands :
Wnose tenours and particular effects
You have, enscheduld briefly, in your hands.

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
To fit with us, once more with better heed
To re-survey them; we will suddenly
Pass *, or accept, and peremptorily answer.

K. Henry. Brother, we thall. 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 wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignityy
Any thing in, or out of our demands;
And we'll consign thereto. Will you, fair filter,
Go with the Princes, or stay here with us?

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.


Manent King Henry, Catharine, and a Lady.
K. Henry. Fair Catharine, molt fair,
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms,
Such as will enter at a lady's ear,
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?

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

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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

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