Enter PISTOL. Got pless you, Auncient Pistol! you scurvy, lousy knave, Got pless you! 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, lousy 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 Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the meantime and eat your victuals: come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again.] 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 question 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 proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see lecks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em; 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 anything I will pay you in cudgels: you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God b' wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. Pist. All hell shall stir for this. [Exit. 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 ye well. Pist. Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now? News have I that my Nell is dead i' the spital Of malady of France; And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. [Exit. [Exit. SCENE II. TROYES in Champagne. An Apartment in the FRENCH KING'S Palace. Enter at one door, KING HENRY, BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords: at another, the FRENCH KING, QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS KATHARINE, Lords, Ladies, &c., the DUKE OF BURGUNDY, and his Train. 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 Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother England, As we are now glad to behold your eyes; Great Kings of France and England! That I have 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 Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, VOL. III. 2 H 2 That nothing do but meditate on blood, K. Hen. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace Which you have cited, you must buy that peace Whose tenors 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. K. Hen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle Exeter,- And we'll consign thereto.-Will you, fair sister, 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. K. Hen. [Exeunt all but K. HEN., KATH., and ALICE. Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms 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. Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is like me. K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel. Kath. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable à les anges? Alice. Oui, vraiment, sauf votre grace, ainsi dit-il. K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to affirm it. Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de tromperies. K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the tongues of men are full of deceits? Alice. Oui, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits,—dat is de princess. K. Hen. The princess is the better Englishwoman. I' faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy understanding: I am glad thou canst speak no better English; for if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown. 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. Sauf votre honneur, me understand vell. K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one I have neither words nor measure, and for the other I have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. If I could win a lady at leap-frog, or 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. Or if I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher, and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off. But, before God, Kate, 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 in his glass for love of anything he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain soldier: if thou canst love me for this, |