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K. Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she say?
Alice. Ouy, vrayment.
K. Hen. O Kate, nice customs curt'sy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion: we are the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places, stops the mouths of all findfaults; as I will do yours, for upholding the nice fashion of your country, in denying me a kiss : therefore, patiently and yielding. [Kissing her.] You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate: there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them, than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England, than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.
Enter the French KING and QUEEN, BURGUNDY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WESTMORELAND, and other French and English Lords.
Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach you our princess English?
K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I love her; and that is good English. Bur. Is she not apt?
K. Hen. Our tongue is rough, coz; and my condition is not smooth so that, having neither the voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will appear in his true likeness.
Bur. Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I answer you for that. If you would conjure in her you must make a circle: if conjure up love in her in his true likeness, he must appear naked, and blind : Can you blame her then, being a maid yet rosed over with the virgin crimson of modesty, if she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid to consign to.
K. Hen. Yet they do wink, and yield; as love is blind, and enforces.
Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when they see not what they do.
K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent to winking.
Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will teach her to know my meaning: for maids, well summered and warm kept, are like flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their eyes; and then they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on.
K. Hen. This moral ties me over to time, and a hot summer; and so I will catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too.
Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves.
K. Hen. It is so; and you may, some of you, thank love for my blindness; who cannot see 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
K. Hen, Shall Kate be my wife?
K. H n. I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of, may wait on her so the maid that stood in the way of my wish,shall show me the way to my will
Fr. K. We have consented to all terms of reason. K. Hen. Is't so, my lords of England? 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 tres cher filz Henry roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; and thus in Latin, Præclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex Angliæ, et hæres Franciæ.
[Flourish. Q. Isab. 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 Englishmen, Receive each other! - God speak this Amen! All. Amen!
K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage; - on which day, My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath, And all the peers', for surety of our leagues. Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me; And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be! [Exeunt.
Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursu'd 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 liv'd
This star of England: fortune made his sword; By which the world's best garden he achiev'd,
And of it left his son imperial lord.
Of France and Eug.and, did this king suceved Whose state so many had the managing,
That they lost Frauce, aud made his England bleed :
Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake In your fair minds let this acceptance take.[Exit.
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Fiends appearing to La Pucelle, Lords, Warders of
the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants both on the English ana French.
Henry the fifth, too famous to live long!
Glo. England ne'er had a king until his time.
| Than mid-day sun, fierce bent against their faces.
Exe. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not in blood?
Henry is dead, and never shal! revive:
Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
Glo. The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
His thread of life had not so soon decay'd;
Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector;
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes.
Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in peace!
Let's to the altar: — Heralds, wait on us :-
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture: Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans, Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns
Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money.
Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot;
The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew :
A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, For living idly here, ir pomp and ease,
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
SCENE II. — France.
3 Mess. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford : Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise.
Bed. His ransome there is none but I shall pay : England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hair-
And hunger will enforce them to be more eager :
Ere. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn;
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals, or device,
Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave,
Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can,
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend:
Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the
So in the earth, to this day is not known:
Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat bull-
Either they must be dieted like mules,
Reig. Let's raise the siege; Why live we idly here?
Char. Sound, sound alarum; we will rush on them.
Alarums; Excursions; afterwards a Retreat.
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have I?. Dogs! cowards! dastards! - Iwould ne'er have fled, But that they left me midst my enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
Alen. Froissard, a countryman of ours, records,
Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin? I have news
Char. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
Char. Go, call her in: [Exit Bastard.] But, first,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place :
Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile
Char. Then come o' God's name, I fear no woman. Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. [They fight. Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon, And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me :
Impatiently I burn with thy desire:
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love, For my profession's sacred from above: When I have chased all thy foes from hence, Then will I think upon a recompense.
Char. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alen. Doubtless, he shrives this woman to her smock;
Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do know:
These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on? Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants! Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard. Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight
Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise : Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days, Since I have entered into these wars. Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. With Henry's death, the English circle ends; Dispersed are the glories it included. Now am I like that proud insulting ship, Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.
Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege, Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz’d. Char. Presently we'll try: Come, let's away about it:
No prophet will trust, if she prove false. [Exeunt.
Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? Thou with an eagle art inspired then. Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
[Servants knock. 1 Ward. [Within.] Who is there that knocks so imperiously?
1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster.
2 Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains? 1 Ward. [Within.] The Lord protect him! so we answer him: We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands, but mine?
There's none protector of the realm, but I. Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize : Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? Servants rush at the Tower gates. gates, WOODVILLE, the Lieutenant. Wood. [Within.] What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
Enter to the
Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter. Wood. [Within.] Have patience, noble duke; I may not open; The cardinal of Winchester forbids: From him I have express commandment, That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate,
1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
Enter WINCHESTER, attended by a Train of Servants in tawny coats.
Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey? what means this?
Glo. Piel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, And not protector of the king or realm.
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator; Thou, that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord; Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin : I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence.