you would coniure in her, you must make a Circle: if coniure vp Loue in
her in his true likenesse, hee must appeare naked, and blinde. Can you
blame her then, being a Maid, yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of
Modestie, if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked
seeing selfe? It were (my Lord) a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne
to
King. Yet they doe winke and yeeld, as Loue is blind
and enforces
Burg. They are then excus'd, my Lord, when they see
not what they doe
King. Then good my Lord, teach your Cousin to
consent winking
Burg. I will winke on her to consent, my Lord, if you will teach her to
know my meaning: for Maides well Summer'd, and warme kept, are like
Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde, blinde, though they haue their eyes, and
then they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on
King. This Morall tyes me ouer to Time, and a hot Summer; and so I
shall catch the Flye, your Cousin, in the latter end, and she must be
blinde to
Burg. As Loue is my Lord, before it loues
King. It is so: and you may, some of you, thanke
Loue for my blindnesse, who cannot see many a faire
French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my
way
French King. Yes my Lord, you see them perspectiuely: the Cities turn'd
into a Maid; for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls, that Warre
hath entred
England. Shall Kate be my Wife?
France. So please you
England. I am content, so the Maiden Cities you talke of, may wait on
her: so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish, shall shew me the
way to my Will
France. Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason
England. Is't so, my Lords of England?
West. The King hath graunted euery Article:
His Daughter first; and in sequele, all,
According to their firme proposed natures
Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this: Where your Maiestie
demands, That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for
matter of Graunt, shall name your Highnesse in this forme, and with
this addition, in French: Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre
Heretere de Fraunce: and thus in Latine; Praeclarissimus Filius noster
Henricus Rex Angliæ & Heres Franciae
France. Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd,
But your request shall make me let it passe
England. I pray you then, in loue and deare allyance,
Let that one Article ranke with the rest,
And thereupon giue me your Daughter
France. Take her faire Sonne, and from her blood rayse vp
Issue to me, that the contending Kingdomes
Of France and England, whose very shoares looke pale,
With enuy of each others happinesse,
May cease their hatred; and this deare Coniunction
Plant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet Bosomes: that neuer Warre aduance
His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France
Lords. Amen
King. Now welcome Kate: and beare me witnesse all,
That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene.
Flourish.
Quee. God, the best maker of all Marriages,
Combine your hearts in one, your Realmes in one:
As Man and Wife being two, are one in loue,
So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall,
That neuer may ill Office, or fell Iealousie,
Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage,
Thrust in betweene the Paction of these Kingdomes,
To make diuorce of their incorporate League:
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Receiue each other. God speake this Amen
All. Amen
King. Prepare we for our Marriage: on which day,
My Lord of Burgundy wee'le take your Oath
And all the Peeres, for suretie of our Leagues.
Then shall I sweare to Kate, and you to me,
And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be.
Senet. Exeunt.
Enter Chorus.
Thus farre with rough, and all-vnable Pen,
Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story,
In little roome confining mightie men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
Small time: but in that small, most greatly liued
This Starre of England. Fortune made his Sword;
By which, the Worlds best Garden he atchieued:
And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord.
Henry the Sixt, in Infant Bands crown'd King
Of France and England, did this King succeed:
Whose State so many had the managing,
That they lost France, and made his England bleed:
Which oft our Stage hath showne; and for their sake,
In your faire minds let this acceptance take.
FINIS.