that I gaue it to in change, promis'd to weare it in his Cappe: I
promis'd to strike him, if he did: I met this man with my Gloue in his
Cappe, and I haue been as good as my word
Flu. Your Maiestie heare now, sauing your Maiesties Manhood, what an
arrant rascally, beggerly, lowsie Knaue it is: I hope your Maiestie is
peare me testimonie and witnesse, and will auouchment, that this is the
Gloue of Alanson, that your Maiestie is giue me, in your Conscience now
King. Giue me thy Gloue Souldier;
Looke, heere is the fellow of it:
'Twas I indeed thou promised'st to strike,
And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes
Flu. And please your Maiestie, let his Neck answere
for it, if there is any Marshall Law in the World
King. How canst thou make me satisfaction?
Will. All offences, my Lord, come from the heart: neuer
came any from mine, that might offend your Maiestie
King. It was our selfe thou didst abuse
Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe: you appear'd to me but as
a common man; witnesse the Night, your Garments, your Lowlinesse: and
what your Highnesse suffer'd vnder that shape, I beseech you take it
for your owne fault, and not mine: for had you beene as I tooke you
for, I made no offence; therefore I beseech your Highnesse pardon me
King. Here Vnckle Exeter, fill this Gloue with Crownes,
And giue it to this fellow. Keepe it fellow,
And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe,
Till I doe challenge it. Giue him the Crownes:
And Captaine, you must needs be friends with him
Flu. By this Day and this Light, the fellow ha's mettell enough in his
belly: Hold, there is twelue-pence for you, and I pray you to serue
God, and keepe you out of prawles and prabbles, and quarrels and
dissentions, and I warrant you it is the better for you
Will. I will none of your Money
Flu. It is with a good will: I can tell you it will serue you to mend
your shooes: come, wherefore should you be so pashfull, your shooes is
not so good: 'tis a good silling I warrant you, or I will change it.
Enter Herauld.
King. Now Herauld, are the dead numbred?
Herald. Heere is the number of the slaught'red
French
King. What Prisoners of good sort are taken,
Vnckle?
Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance, Nephew to the King,
Iohn Duke of Burbon, and Lord Bouchiquald:
Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires,
Full fifteene hundred, besides common men
King. This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French
That in the field lye slaine: of Princes in this number,
And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye dead
One hundred twentie six: added to these,
Of Knights, Esquires, and gallant Gentlemen,
Eight thousand and foure hundred: of the which,
Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights.
So that in these ten thousand they haue lost,
There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries:
The rest are Princes, Barons, Lords, Knights, Squires,
And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie.
The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead:
Charles Delabreth, High Constable of France,
Iaques of Chatilion, Admirall of France,
The Master of the Crosse-bowes, Lord Rambures,
Great Master of France, the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin,
Iohn Duke of Alanson, Anthonie Duke of Brabant,
The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie,
And Edward Duke of Barr: of lustie Earles,
Grandpree and Roussie, Fauconbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marle, Vandemont and Lestrale.
Here was a Royall fellowship of death.
Where is the number of our English dead?
Edward the Duke of Yorke, the Earle of Suffolke,
Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Esquire;
None else of name: and of all other men,
But fiue and twentie.
O God, thy Arme was heere:
And not to vs, but to thy Arme alone,
Ascribe we all: when, without stratagem,
But in plaine shock, and euen play of Battaile,
Was euer knowne so great and little losse?
On one part and on th' other, take it God,
For it is none but thine
Exet. 'Tis wonderfull
King. Come, goe we in procession to the Village:
And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast,
To boast of this, or take that prayse from God,
Which is his onely
Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie, to tell
how many is kill'd?
King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement,
That God fought for vs
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did vs great good
King. Doe we all holy Rights:
Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum,
The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay:
And then to Callice, and to England then,
Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men.
Exeunt.
Actus Quintus.
Enter Chorus.
Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the Story,
That I may prompt them: and of such as haue,
I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life,
Be here presented. Now we beare the King
Toward Callice: Graunt him there; there seene,
Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts,
Athwart the Sea: Behold the English beach
Pales in the flood; with Men, Wiues, and Boyes,
Whose shouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea,
Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King,
Seemes to prepare his way: So let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath Thought, that euen now
You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath:
Where, that his Lords desire him, to haue borne
His bruised Helmet, and his bended Sword
Before him, through the Citie: he forbids it,
Being free from vainnesse, and selfe-glorious pride;
Giuing full Trophee, Signall, and Ostent,
Quite from himselfe, to God. But now behold,
In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought,
How London doth powre out her Citizens,
The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort,
Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome,
With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles,
Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Cæsar in:
As by a lower, but by louing likelyhood,
Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse,
As in good time he may, from Ireland comming,
Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword;
How many would the peacefull Citie quit,
To welcome him? much more, and much more cause,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.
As yet the lamentation of the French
Inuites the King of Englands stay at home:
The Emperour's comming in behalfe of France,
To order peace betweene them: and omit
All the occurrences, what euer chanc't,
Till Harryes backe returne againe to France:
There must we bring him; and my selfe haue play'd
The interim, by remembring you 'tis past.
Then brooke abridgement, and your eyes aduance,
After your thoughts, straight backe againe to France.
Enter.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower. Nay, that's right: but why weare you your
Leeke to day? S. Dauies day is past
Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I
will tell you asse my friend, Captaine Gower; the rascally, scauld,
beggerly, lowsie, pragging Knaue Pistoll, which you and your selfe, and
all the World, know to be no petter then a fellow, looke you now, of no
merits: hee is come to me, and prings me pread and sault yesterday,
looke you, and bid me eate my Leeke: it was in a place where I could
not breed no contention with him; but I will be so bold as to weare it
in my Cap till I see him once againe, and then I will tell him a little
piece of my desires. Enter Pistoll.
Gower. Why heere hee comes, swelling like a Turkycock
Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his Turkycocks.
God plesse you aunchient Pistoll: you scuruie lowsie
Knaue, God plesse you
Pist. Ha, art thou bedlam? doest thou thirst, base
Troian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence;
I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scuruie lowsie Knaue, at my desires, and
my requests, and my petitions, to eate, looke you, this Leeke; because,
looke you, you doe not loue it, nor your affections, and your appetites
and your disgestions doo's not agree with it, I would desire you to
eate it
Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats
Flu. There is one Goat for you.
Strikes him.
Will you be so good, scauld Knaue, as eate it?
Pist. Base Troian, thou shalt dye
Flu. You say very true, scauld Knaue, when Gods will is: I will desire
you to liue in the meane time, and eate your Victuals: come, there is
sawce for it. You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make
you to day a squire of low degree. I pray you fall too, if you can
mocke a Leeke, you can eate a Leeke
Gour. Enough Captaine, you haue astonisht him
Flu. I say, I will make him eate some part of my leeke, or I will peate
his pate foure dayes: bite I pray you, it is good for your greene
wound, and your ploodie Coxecombe
Pist. Must I bite
Flu. Yes certainly, and out of doubt and out of question
too, and ambiguities
Pist. By this Leeke, I will most horribly reuenge I
eate and eate I sweare
Flu. Eate I pray you, will you haue some more sauce
to your Leeke: there is not enough Leeke to sweare by
Pist. Quiet thy Cudgell, thou dost see I eate
Flu. Much good do you scald knaue, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none
away, the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe; when you take
occasions to see Leekes heereafter, I pray you mocke at 'em, that is
all
Pist. Good
Flu. I, Leekes is good: hold you, there is a groat to
heale your pate
Pist. Me a groat?
Flu. Yes verily, and in truth you shall take it, or I haue
another Leeke in my pocket, which you shall eate
Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge
Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cudgels, you shall be a
Woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels: God bu'y you, and keepe
you, & heale your pate.
Exit
Pist. All hell shall stirre for this
Gow. Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue, will you mocke at an
ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect, and worne as a
memorable Trophee of predeceased valor, and dare not auouch in your
deeds any of your words. I haue seene you gleeking & galling at this
Gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speake
English in the natiue garb, he could not therefore handle an English
Cudgell: you finde it otherwise, and henceforth let a Welsh correction,
teach you a good English condition, fare ye well.
Exit
Pist. Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now?
Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i'th Spittle of a malady
of France, and there my rendeuous is quite cut off:
Old I do waxe, and from my wearie limbes honour is
Cudgeld. Well, Baud Ile turne, and something leane to
Cut-purse of quicke hand: To England will I steale, and
there Ile steale:
And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres,
And swore I got them in the Gallia warres.
Enter.
Enter at one doore, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwicke, and
other
Lords. At another, Queene Isabel, the King, the Duke of
Bourgougne, and
other French.
King. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met;
Vnto our brother France, and to our Sister
Health and faire time of day: Ioy and good wishes
To our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine:
And as a branch and member of this Royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contriu'd,
We do salute you Duke of Burgogne,
And Princes French and Peeres health to you all
Fra. Right ioyous are we to behold your face,
Most worthy brother England, fairely met,
So are you Princes (English) euery one
Quee. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland
Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting,
As we are now glad to behold your eyes,
Your eyes which hitherto haue borne
In them against the French that met them in their bent,
The fatall Balls of murthering Basiliskes:
The venome of such Lookes we fairely hope
Haue lost their qualitie, and that this day
Shall change all griefes and quarrels into loue
Eng. To cry Amen to that, thus we appeare
Quee. You English Princes all, I doe salute you
Burg. My dutie to you both, on equall loue.
Great Kings of France and England: that I haue labour'd
With all my wits, my paines, and strong endeuors,
To bring your most Imperiall Maiesties
Vnto this Barre, and Royall enterview;
Your Mightinesse on both parts best can witnesse.
Since then my Office hath so farre preuayl'd,
That Face to Face, and Royall Eye to Eye,
You haue congreeted: let it not disgrace me,
If I demand before this Royall view,
What Rub, or what Impediment there is,
Why that the naked, poore, and mangled Peace,
Deare Nourse of Arts, Plentyes, and ioyfull Births,
Should not in this best Garden of the World,
Our fertile France, put vp her louely Visage?
Alas, shee hath from France too long been chas'd,
And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes,
Corrupting in it owne fertilitie.
Her Vine, the merry chearer of the heart,
Vnpruned, dyes: her Hedges euen pleach'd,
Like Prisoners wildly ouer-growne with hayre,
Put forth disorder'd Twigs: her fallow Leas,
The Darnell, Hemlock, and ranke Femetary,
Doth root vpon; while that the Culter rusts,
That should deracinate such Sauagery:
The euen Meade, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled Cowslip, Burnet, and greene Clouer,
Wanting the Sythe, withall vncorrected, ranke;
Conceiues by idlenesse, and nothing teemes,
But hatefull Docks, rough Thistles, Keksyes, Burres,
Loosing both beautie and vtilitie;
And all our Vineyards, Fallowes, Meades, and Hedges,
Defectiue in their natures, grow to wildnesse.
Euen so our Houses, and our selues, and Children,
Haue lost, or doe not learne, for want of time,
The Sciences that should become our Countrey;
But grow like Sauages, as Souldiers will,
That nothing doe, but meditate on Blood,
To Swearing, and sterne Lookes, defus'd Attyre,
And euery thing that seemes vnnaturall.
Which to reduce into our former fauour,
You are assembled: and my speech entreats,
That I may know the Let, why gentle Peace
Should not expell these inconueniences,
And blesse vs with her former qualities
Eng. If Duke of Burgonie, you would the Peace,
Whose want giues growth to th' imperfections
Which you haue cited; you must buy that Peace
With full accord to all our iust demands,
Whose Tenures and particular effects
You haue enschedul'd briefely in your hands
Burg. The King hath heard them: to the which, as yet
There is no Answer made
Eng. Well then: the Peace which you before so vrg'd,
Lyes in his Answer
France. I haue but with a curselarie eye
O're-glanc't the Articles: Pleaseth your Grace
To appoint some of your Councell presently
To sit with vs once more, with better heed
To re-suruey them; we will suddenly
Passe our accept and peremptorie Answer
England. Brother we shall. Goe Vnckle Exeter,
And Brother Clarence, and you Brother Gloucester,
Warwick, and Huntington, goe with the King,
And take with you free power, to ratifie,
Augment, or alter, as your Wisdomes best
Shall see aduantageable for our Dignitie,
Any thing in or out of our Demands,
And wee'le consigne thereto. Will you, faire Sister,
Goe with the Princes, or stay here with vs?
Quee. Our gracious Brother, I will goe with them:
Happily a Womans Voyce may doe some good,
When Articles too nicely vrg'd, be stood on
England. Yet leaue our Cousin Katherine here with vs,
She is our capitall Demand, compris'd
Within the fore-ranke of our Articles
Quee. She hath good leaue.
Exeunt. omnes.
Manet King and Katherine
King. Faire Katherine, and most faire,
Will you vouchsafe to teach a Souldier tearmes,
Such as will enter at a Ladyes eare,
And pleade his Loue-suit to her gentle heart
Kath. Your Maiestie shall mock at me, I cannot speake
your England
King. O faire Katherine, if you will loue me soundly with your French
heart, I will be glad to heare you confesse it brokenly with your
English Tongue. Doe you like me, Kate? Kath. Pardonne moy, I cannot
tell wat is like me
King. An Angell is like you Kate, and you are like an
Angell
Kath. Que dit il que Ie suis semblable a les Anges?
Lady. Ouy verayment (sauf vostre Grace) ainsi dit il
King. I said so, deare Katherine, and I must not blush
to affirme it
Kath. O bon Dieu, les langues des hommes sont plein de
tromperies
King. What sayes she, faire one? that the tongues of
men are full of deceits?
Lady. Ouy, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits:
dat is de Princesse
King. The Princesse is the better English-woman: yfaith Kate, my wooing
is fit for thy vnderstanding, I am glad thou canst speake no better
English, for if thou could'st, thou would'st finde me such a plaine
King, that thou wouldst thinke, I had sold my Farme to buy my Crowne. I
know no wayes to mince it in loue, but directly to say, I loue you;
then if you vrge me farther, then to say, Doe you in faith? I weare out
my suite: Giue me your answer, yfaith doe, and so clap hands, and a
bargaine: how say you, Lady? Kath. Sauf vostre honeur, me vnderstand
well
King. Marry, if you would put me to Verses, or to Dance for your sake,
Kate, why you vndid me: for the one I haue neither words nor measure;
and for the other, I haue no strength in measure, yet a reasonable
measure in strength. If I could winne a Lady at Leape-frogge, or by
vawting into my Saddle, with my Armour on my backe; vnder the
correction of bragging be it spoken. I should quickly leape into a
Wife: Or if I might buffet for my Loue, or bound my Horse for her
fauours, I could lay on like a Butcher, and sit like a Iack an Apes,
neuer off. But before God Kate, I cannot looke greenely, nor gaspe out
my eloquence, nor I haue no cunning in protestation; onely downe-right
Oathes, which I neuer vse till vrg'd, nor neuer breake for vrging. If
thou canst loue a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth
Sunne-burning? that neuer lookes in his Glasse, for loue of any thing
he sees there? let thine Eye be thy Cooke. I speake to thee plaine
Souldier: If thou canst loue me for this, take me? if not? to say to
thee that I shall dye, is true; but for thy loue, by the L. No: yet I
loue thee too. And while thou liu'st, deare Kate, take a fellow of
plaine and vncoyned Constancie, for he perforce must do thee right,
because he hath not the gift to wooe in other places: for these
fellowes of infinit tongue, that can ryme themselues into Ladyes
fauours, they doe alwayes reason themselues out againe. What? a speaker
is but a prater, a Ryme is but a Ballad; a good Legge will fall, a
strait Backe will stoope, a blacke Beard will turne white, a curl'd
Pate will grow bald, a faire Face will wither, a full Eye will wax
hollow: but a good Heart, Kate, is the Sunne and the Moone, or rather
the Sunne, and not the Moone; for it shines bright, and neuer changes,
but keepes his course truly. If thou would haue such a one, take me?
and take me; take a Souldier: take a Souldier; take a King. And what
say'st thou then to my Loue? speake my faire, and fairely, I pray thee
Kath. Is it possible dat I sould loue de ennemie of Fraunce? King. No,
it is not possible you should loue the Enemie of France, Kate; but in
louing me, you should loue the Friend of France: for I loue France so
well, that I will not part with a Village of it; I will haue it all
mine: and Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours; then yours is
France, and you are mine
Kath. I cannot tell wat is dat
King. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I am sure will hang
vpon my tongue, like a new-married Wife about her Husbands Necke,
hardly to be shooke off; Ie quand sur le possession de Fraunce, & quand
vous aues le possession de moy. (Let mee see, what then? Saint Dennis
bee my speede) Donc vostre est Fraunce, & vous estes mienne. It is as
easie for me, Kate, to conquer the Kingdome, as to speake so much more
French: I shall neuer moue thee in French, vnlesse it be to laugh at me
Kath. Sauf vostre honeur, le Francois ques vous parleis, il & melieus
que l' Anglois le quel Ie parle
King. No faith is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my Tongue, and I
thine, most truely falsely, must needes be graunted to be much at one.
But Kate, doo'st thou vnderstand thus much English? Canst thou loue
mee? Kath. I cannot tell
King. Can any of your Neighbours tell, Kate? Ile aske them. Come, I
know thou louest me: and at night, when you come into your Closet,
you'le question this Gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will
to her disprayse those parts in me, that you loue with your heart: but
good Kate, mocke me mercifully, the rather gentle Princesse, because I
loue thee cruelly. If euer thou beest mine, Kate, as I haue a sauing
Faith within me tells me thou shalt; I get thee with skambling, and
thou must therefore needes proue a good Souldier-breeder: Shall not
thou and I, betweene Saint Dennis and Saint George, compound a Boy,
halfe French halfe English, that shall goe to Constantinople, and take
the Turke by the Beard. Shall wee not? what say'st thou, my faire
Flower-de-Luce
Kate. I doe not know dat
King. No: 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: doe but now
promise Kate, you will endeauour for your French part of such a Boy;
and for my English moytie, take the Word of a King, and a Batcheler.
How answer you. La plus belle Katherine du monde mon trescher & deuin
deesse
Kath. Your Maiestee aue fause Frenche enough to deceiue de most sage
Damoiseil dat is en Fraunce
King. Now fye vpon my false French: by mine Honor in true English, I
loue thee Kate; by which Honor, I dare not sweare thou louest me, yet
my blood begins to flatter me, that thou doo'st; notwithstanding the
poore and vntempering effect of my Visage. Now beshrew my Fathers
Ambition, hee was thinking of Ciuill Warres when hee got me, therefore
was I created with a stubborne out-side, with an aspect of Iron, that
when I come to wooe Ladyes, I fright them: but in faith Kate, the elder
I wax, the better I shall appeare. My comfort is, that Old Age, that
ill layer vp of Beautie, can doe no more spoyle vpon my Face. Thou hast
me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt weare me, if thou
weare me, better and better: and therefore tell me, most faire
Katherine, will you haue me? Put off your Maiden Blushes, auouch the
Thoughts of your Heart with the Lookes of an Empresse, take me by the
Hand, and say, Harry of England, I am thine: which Word thou shalt no
sooner blesse mine Eare withall, but I will tell thee alowd, England is
thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantaginet is
thine; who, though I speake it before his Face, if he be not Fellow
with the best King, thou shalt finde the best King of Good-fellowes.
Come your Answer in broken Musick; for thy Voyce is Musick, and thy
English broken: Therefore Queene of all, Katherine, breake thy minde to
me in broken English; wilt thou haue me? Kath. Dat is as it shall
please de Roy mon pere
King. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate
Kath. Den it sall also content me
King. Vpon that I kisse your Hand, and I call you my
Queene
Kath. Laisse mon Seigneur, laisse, laisse, may foy: Ie ne veus point
que vous abbaisse vostre grandeus, en baisant le main d' une nostre
Seigneur indignie seruiteur excuse moy. Ie vous supplie mon
tres-puissant Seigneur
King. Then I will kisse your Lippes, Kate
Kath. Les Dames & Damoisels pour estre baisee deuant
leur nopcese il net pas le costume de Fraunce
King. Madame, my Interpreter, what sayes shee?
Lady. Dat it is not be de fashon pour le Ladies of
Fraunce; I cannot tell wat is buisse en Anglish
King. To kisse
Lady. Your Maiestee entendre bettre que moy
King. It is not a fashion for the Maids in Fraunce to
kisse before they are marryed, would she say?
Lady. Ouy verayment
King. O Kate, nice Customes cursie to great Kings. Deare Kate, you and
I cannot bee confin'd within the weake Lyst of a Countreyes fashion:
wee are the makers of Manners, Kate; and the libertie that followes our
Places, stoppes the mouth of all finde-faults, as I will doe yours, for
vpholding the nice fashion of your Countrey, in denying me a Kisse:
therefore patiently, and yeelding. You haue Witch-craft in your Lippes,
Kate: there is more eloquence in a Sugar touch of them, then in the
Tongues of the French Councell; and they should sooner perswade Harry
of England, then a generall Petition of Monarchs. Heere comes your
Father. Enter the French Power, and the English Lords.
Burg. God saue your Maiestie, my Royall Cousin,
teach you our Princesse English?
King. I would haue her learne, my faire Cousin, how
perfectly I loue her, and that is good English
Burg. Is shee not apt? King. Our Tongue is rough, Coze, and my
Condition is not smooth: so that hauing neyther the Voyce nor the Heart
of Flatterie about me, I cannot so coniure vp the Spirit of Loue in
her, that hee will appeare in his true likenesse