K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledg

ment,

That Heav'n fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites.

The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,

We will to Calais; and to England then;

Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men.

[March.-Exeunt.

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

The English Camp in France.

Enter FLUELLEN and GowEr.

Gow. Nay, that's right:-But why wear you your leek to-day? St. Davy's day is past.

Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, Captain Gower: The rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol,-which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits,- he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not preed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkycock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swelling, nor his turkycocks.

Enter PISTOL.

Heaven pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lowsy knave, Heaven pless you!

[Draws the Leek across his Nose. Pist. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base

Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?

Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek: because, look you, you do not love it,-nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it,-I would desire you to eat it.

Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.
Flu. There is one goat for you.—

[Strikes him. Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Heaven's will is: I will desire you to live the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it.[Strikes him to the Ground.] You called me yesterday, mountain 'squire, but I will make you to-day a 'squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gow. Enough, captain, you have astonished him. Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days:-Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite?

Flu. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear,

Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by. Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.

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 branch 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 all! Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your face,

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

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 you have cited, 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.