Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le François que vous parlez, est meilleur que l'Anglois lequel je parle. K. Hen. No, 'faith, is 't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my tongue, and I thine, most truly falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. 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 lovest me: and at night when you come into your closet, you'll question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will, to her, dispraise those parts in me, that you love with your heart: but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly. If ever thou be'st mine, Kate, (as I have a saving faith within me tells me thou shalt,) I get thee with scambling, and thou must therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder: shall not thou and I, between Saint Dennis and Saint George, compound a boy, half French, half English, that shall go to Constantinople, and take the Turk by the beard? shall we nct? what sayest thou, my fair flower-de-luce? Kath. I do not know dat. Kath. Your majesté 'ave fausse French enough to deceive de most sage demoiselle 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 lovest me; yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and untempering effect of my visage. Now, beshrew my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil wars when he got me: therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear: my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face: thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better:-and therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, will you have me? Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress; take me by the hand, and sayHarry of England, I am thine: which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear withal, but I will tell thee aloud-England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine; who, though I speak it before his face, if he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Come, your answer in broken music,-for thy voice is music, and thy English broken; therefore, queen of all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken English,— wilt thou have me? Kath. Dat is, as it shall please de roy mon pere. K. Hen. Nay. it will please him well, Kate-it shall please him, Kate. Kath. Den it shall also content me. K. Hen. Upon that I will kiss your hand, and I call you my queen. Kath. Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma foy, je ne veux point que vous abbaissez vostre grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne serviteure; excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon très puissant seigneur. K. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. Kath. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre baisées devant leur nopces, il n'est pas la coutume de France. K. Hen. Madam my interpreter, what says she? Alice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of France,-I cannot tell what is, baiser, en English. K. Hen. To kiss. Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy. 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 court'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 find-faults, 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 entered. K. Hen. Shall Kate be my wife? Fr. King. So please you. K. Hen. 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 shew me the way to my will. Fr. King. 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 très cher filz Henry roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; and thus in Latin,-Præclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex Angliæ, et hæres Francia. Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, But your request shall make me let it pass. K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear alliance, Let that one article rank with the rest: And, thereupon, give me your daughter. Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her blood raise Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms [up Of France and England, whose very shores look pale With envy of each other's happiness, May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction [all, 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.— ACT I. SCENE I.-Westminster Abbey. Dead March. Corpse of King Henry the Fifth dis- And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, Glo. England ne'er had a king until his time. His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams; Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in And death's dishonourable victory We with our stately presence glorify, Like captives bound to a triumphant car. What? shall we curse the planets of mishap, That plotted thus our glory's overthrow? [blood? Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. Unto the French the dreadful judgment-day So dreadful will not be, as was his sight. The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought: The church's prayers made him so prosperous. Glo. The church! where is it? Had not churchmen His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: [pray'd, None do you like but an effeminate prince, 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 Let's to the altar:-Heralds, wait on us:Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms; Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.--Posterity, await for wretched years, [peace! When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck, Our isle be made a marish of salt tears, And none but women left to wail the dead.Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate; Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils! Combat with adverse planets in the heavens! A far more glorious star thy soul will make, Than Julius Cæsar, or bright Enter a Messenger. Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all! Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse? Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns If Henry were recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the ghost Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was used? | Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Among the soldiers this is muttered.— That here you maintain several factions, And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, One would have lingering wars with little cost; Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Eze. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad misFrance is revolted from the English quite, Except some petty towns of no import: [chance, The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats:Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run. Enter a third Messenger. 3 Mess. My gracious lords,-to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse,I must inform you of a dismal fight, Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is 't so? No leisure had he to enrank his men; Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges, To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace, Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength, Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself 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 ransom there is none but I shall pay I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, His crown shall be the ransom of my friend; Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.Farewell, my masters; to my task will I; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, To keep our great Saint George's feast withal: Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. 3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieged; The English army is grown weak and faint; The earl of Salisbury craveth supply, And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, SCENE II.-FRANCE. Before ORLEANS. Enter CHARLES, with his forces; ALENGON, REIGNIER, and others. Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens, Otherwhiles, the famish'd English, like pale ghosts, Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat bullEither they must be dieted like mules, [beeves: And have their provender tied to their mouths, [Exeunt. Char. Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them. Now for the honour of the forlorn French I Him I forgive my death, that killeth me, When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. Alarums; Excursions; afterwards a Retreat. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, and others. Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have I?Dogs! cowards! dastards!-I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my enemies. Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide; He fighteth as one weary of his life. The other lords, like lions wanting food, Alen. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records, For none but Samsons, and Goliasses, It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten! They had such courage and audacity? Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'a And hunger will enforce them to be more eager: [slaves, Of old I know them; rather with their teeth The walls they 'll tear down, than forsake the siege. Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin? I have news for Char. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. [him. Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer apHath the late overthrow wrought this offence? [pa"; Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand: A holy maid hither with me I bring, And drive the English forth the bounds of France. For they are certain and unfallible. try her skill, [Exit Bastard.] But first, to Enter LA PUCELLE, Bastard of Orleans, and others. Reig. Fair maid, is 't thou wilt do these wondrous feats? Puc. Reignier, is 't thou that thinkest to beguile me? Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while. Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased To shine on my contemptible estate: Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks, And, whereas I was black and swart before, Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms; Puc. I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword, Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side; The which at Touraine, in St Katharine's church-yard, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth. 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. My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued. Char. Meantime, look gracious on thy prostrate thrall. 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! Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise: Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught. Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove! Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our Drive them from Orleans, and be immortalized. [honours; Char. Presently we'll try :-come, let's away about it: No prophet will I trust, if she grove false. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-LONDON. Hill before the Tower. Enter, at the Gates, the DUKE OF GLOSTER, with his Serving-men, in blue coats. Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls. [Servants knock. 1 Ward. [Within.] Who is there that knocks so im 1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster. [periously! 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 will'd 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. Enter, to the gates, WOODVILLE, the Lieutenant. Wood. [Within.] What noise is this? what traitors have we here? 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 The cardinal of Winchester forbids: [not open; 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, Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook? Thou art no friend to God or to the king: Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. 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. Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut 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 canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence. [out! Win. Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a foot This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back: Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to thy face. Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, enter the Mayor of London and Officers. May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates, │ Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Glo. Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs. Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Win. Here's Gloster, too, a foe to citizens: One that still motions war, and never peace, O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; That seeks to overthrow religion, Because he is protector of the realm; And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, "but blows. [Here they skirmish again May. Naught rests for me, in this tumultuous strife, But to make open proclamation:Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst. Off. [Reads.]" All manner of men, assemble here in arms this day, against God's peace and the king's, we charge and command you, in hi highness' name, to repair to your several dwellingplaces; and not to wear, handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon ain of death." Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, b se: Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away :-This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst. Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long. [Exeunt. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear! [Exeunt. Be thou 1 led by [me: SCENE IV.-FRANCE. Before Orllang. A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed; If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; [Exit. Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the LORDS Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, But, 0, the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart! If I now had him brought into my power. Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts. In open market-place produced they me, To be a public spectacle to all: Here, said they, is the terror of the French, In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread, That they supposed I could rend bars of steel, And spurn in pieces posts of adamant Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had, Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endured; But we will be revenged sufficiently. Now it is supper-time in Orleans: Here, through this grate, I can count every one, Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.Sir Thomas Gargrave and Sir William Glansdale, Let me have your express opinions, Where is best place to make our battery next. [Shot from the town. SALISBURY and Sir THO. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath cross'd Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak: [us?How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off !— That hath contrived this woful tragedy! Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars; He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: [Thunder heard; afterwards an alarum. What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens? Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise? Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,- [head: A holy prophetess, new risen up, Is come with a great power to raise the siege. [SALISBURY groans Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies. SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the Gates. Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT pursueth the Dauphin, and driveth him in: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter TALBOT Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force! Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; A woman clad in armour chaseth them. Enter LA PUCALLE. Here, here she comes.-I'll have a bout with thee; Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come: I must go victual Orleans forthwith. O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. Help Salisbury to make his testament: This day is ours, as many more shall be. [LA PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers, Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do: A witch by fear, not force, like Hannibal, So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, Are from their hives and honses driver away. |