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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


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, ihou 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 me-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, 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 thinking of civil wars when he got me; therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, wilh 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 say–Harry 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, wilt thou have me?

Kath. Dat is, as it shall please le roi, mon pere.

K. Hen. Nay, it will please him ; it shall please him, Kate.

Kath. Den it shall also content me.

K. Hen. Upon that, I kiss you, and I call youmy queen. You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate : there is more eloquence in a 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, with all the


Bur. 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.--Shall Kate be my wife?

Fr. King. So please you.

Exe. The king hath granted every article: His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all, According to their firm proposed natures. Fr. King, Take her, fair son ; and from her blood

raise up Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms Of France and England, whose very shores look pale With envy of each other's happiness, May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction Plant neighbourhood and christian-like accord In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France. K. Hen. Now welcome, Kate:-and bear me wit

ness all, That here I take her as my sovereign queen.

(Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.] 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.Then shall I swear to Kate,-and you to me, And may our oaths well kept and prosp’rous be! [Flourish of all the Instruments.]

[Exeunt omnes.


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