Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your broken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all.

Pist. Good.

Flu. Ay, leeks is goot :-Hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.

Pist. Me a groat!

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat. Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge.

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. Heaven be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [Strikes him.-Exit.

Pist. All hell shall stir for this.

Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,-begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and, henceforth, let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition: fare you well. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The French Court at Troyes, in Champagne.
Flourish of all the Instruments.

Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOSTER,
WESTMORELAND, and other LORDS; meeting the FR.
KING, QUEEN ISABEL, PRINCESS KATHARINE,
the DUKE OF BURGUNDY, the CONSTABLE OF
FRANCE, MONTJOY, FRENCH LORDS and LADIES.
K.Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!

Unto our brother France, and to our sister,

Health and fair time of day :-joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine:
And, as a brauch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,
We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy :-
And, princes French, and peers, health to you
Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your
face,

Most worthy brother England; fairly met:→
So are you, princes English, every one,

all!

Q. Isa. 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 basilisks: 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. Hen. To cry "Amen" to that, thus we appear. Q. Isa. You English princes all, I do salute you. Bur. My duty to you both, on equal love,

Great kings of France and England. That I've labour'd

With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, To bring your most imperial majesties

Unto this bar and royal interview,

Your mightiness on both parts best 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 disgrace 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 best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage ?

K. Hen. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the

peace,

Which have cited, you you

must buy that peace

With full accord to all our just demands;

Whose tenours and particular effects

You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands.

Bur. The king hath heard them: to the which, as

yet,

There is no answer made.

K. Hen. Well then, the peace,

Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer,
Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary eye
O'erglanc'd the articles: pleaseth your grace
To appoint some of your counsel presently
To sit with us, once more with better heed
To re-survey them, we will, suddenly,
Pass our accept, and peremptory answer.

K. Hen. Brother, we shall. Go, uncle Exeter,—
You, brother Bedford,-brother Gloster, you,-
And take with you free power to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity;
And we'll consign thereto.-Will you, fair sister,
Go with the princes, or stay here with us?

Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with them; Haply, a woman's voice may do some good, When articles, too nicely urg'd, be stood on.

K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with

us;

She is our capital demand, compris'd

Within the fore rank of our articles.

Q. Isa. She hath good leave.

[Exeunt all but KING HENRY and KATHARINE. K. Hen. Fair Katharine, and most 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?

Kath. Your majesty shall mock at me; I cannot

speak your England.

K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue. Do you like me, Kate?

Kath. I cannot tell vat is-like me.

K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate; and you are like an angel.

Kath. De tongues of de man is be full of deceits. K. Hen. No, 'faith, Kate; I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say-I love you: then, if you urge me further than to say-Do you in faith? I wear out my suit. Give me your answer; i'faith, do; and so clap hands, and a bargain!—How say you, lady?

Kath. Me understand well.

K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, or to dance, for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: If I could win a lady by vaulting into my saddle with my armour on my back, under the correction of bragging be it spoken, I should quickly leap into a wife: But, before Heaven, I cannot look greenly, nor gasp out my eloquence; nor I have no cunning in protestation, only downright oaths: which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate,-whose face is not worth sun-burning, that never looks into his glass for love of any thing he sees there,-let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: If thou canst love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee that I shall die, is true; but-for thy love, by the lord, no: yet I love thee too. And while thou liv'st, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy; for a good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white; but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou wouldst have such a one, take me: take me, take a soldier;

take a soldier, take a king: And what say'st thou then to my love?

Kath. Is it possible, dat I should love de enemy of France?

K, Hen. No; it is not possible, you should love the enemy of France, Kate; but, in loving me, you shall love the friend of France; for I love France so well, that I will not part with a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours, then yours is France, and you are mine. But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?

Kath. I cannot tell.

K. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them. Come, I know, thou lov'st me; and at night, when you come into your closet, you'll question your gentlewomen about me; and I know, Kate, you will to them, dispraise those parts in me, that you love with your heart. If ever thou be'st mine, Kate, (as I have a saving faith within me tells mé-thou shalt,) I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder: Shall not thou and I, between St. Dennis and St, George, compound a boy, half French, half English, that shall go to Constantinople. and take the Turk by the beard? shall we not, my fair Flower-de-Luce? How answer you, La plus belle Katharine du monde, mon tres chere et devin deesse.

Kath. Your majesté 'ave fausse French enough to deceive the most sage damoiselle dat is en France.

K. Hen. Now, fie upon my false French! By mine honour, in true English, I love thee, Kate; by which honour I dare not swear, thou lov'st me; yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and untempting effect of my visage. Now beshrew my father's ambition! he was th nking of civil wars when he got me; therefore was 1 ated with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of irc 1, that,