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  • Title: Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
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    Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)

    94The Life of Henry the Fift.
    that shall goe to Constantinople, and take the Turke by
    the Beard. Shall wee not? what say'st thou, my faire
    Kate. I doe not know dat.
    3200King. No: 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise:
    doe but now promise Kate, you will endeauour for your
    French part of such a Boy; and for my English moytie,
    take the Word of a King, and a Batcheler. How answer
    you, La plus belle Katherine du monde mon trescher & deuin
    Kath. Your Maiestee aue fause Frenche enough to
    deceiue de most sage Damoiseil dat is en Fraunce.
    King. Now fye vpon my false French: by mine Honor
    in true English, I loue thee Kate; by which Honor, I dare
    3210not sweare thou louest me, yet my blood begins to flat-
    ter me, that thou doo'st; notwithstanding the poore and
    vntempering effect of my Visage. Now beshrew my
    Fathers Ambition, hee was thinking of Ciuill Warres
    when hee got me, therefore was I created with a stub-
    3215borne out-side, with an aspect of Iron, that when I come
    to wooe Ladyes, I fright them: but in faith Kate, the el-
    der I wax, the better I shall appeare. My comfort is, that
    Old Age, that ill layer vp of Beautie, can doe no more
    spoyle vpon my Face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at
    3220the worst; and thou shalt weare me, if thou weare me,
    better and better: and therefore tell me, most faire Ka-
    therine, will you haue me? Put off your Maiden Blushes,
    auouch the Thoughts of your Heart with the Lookes of
    an Empresse, take me by the Hand, and say, Harry of
    3225England, I am thine: which Word thou shalt no sooner
    blesse mine Eare withall, but I will tell thee alowd, Eng-
    land is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry
    Plantaginet is thine; who, though I speake it before his
    Face, if he be not Fellow with the best King, thou shalt
    3230finde the best King of Good-fellowes. Come your An-
    swer in broken Musick; for thy Voyce is Musick, and
    thy English broken: Therefore Queene of all, Katherine,
    breake thy minde to me in broken English; wilt thou
    haue me?
    3235Kath. Dat is as it shall please de Roy mon pere.
    King. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please
    him, Kate.
    Kath. Den it sall also content me.
    King. Vpon that I kisse your Hand, and I call you my
    Kath. Laisse mon Seigneur, laisse, laisse, may foy: Ie ne
    veus point que vous abbaisse vostre grandeus, en baisant le
    main d'une nostre Seigneur indignie seruiteur excuse moy. Ie
    vous supplie mon tres-puissant Seigneur.
    3245King. Then I will kisse your Lippes, Kate.
    Kath. Les Dames & Damoisels pour estre baisee deuant
    leur nopcese il net pas le costume de Fraunce.
    King. Madame, my Interpreter, what sayes shee?
    Lady. Dat it is not be de fashon pour le Ladies of
    3250Fraunce; I cannot tell wat is buisse en Anglish.
    King. To kisse.
    Lady. Your Maiestee entendre bettre que moy.
    King. It is not a fashion for the Maids in Fraunce to
    kisse before they are marryed, would she say?
    3255Lady. Ouy verayment.
    King. O Kate, nice Customes cursie to great Kings.
    Deare Kate, you and I cannot bee confin'd within the
    weake Lyst of a Countreyes fashion: wee are the ma-
    kers of Manners, Kate; and the libertie that followes
    3260our Places, stoppes the mouth of all finde-faults, as I
    will doe yours, for vpholding the nice fashion of your

    Countrey, in denying me a Kisse: therefore patiently,
    and yeelding. You haue Witch-craft in your Lippes,
    Kate: there is more eloquence in a Sugar touch of
    3265them, then in the Tongues of the French Councell; and
    they should sooner perswade Harry of England, then a
    generall Petition of Monarchs. Heere comes your

    Enter the French Power, and the English

    Burg. God saue your Maiestie, my Royall Cousin,
    teach you our Princesse English?
    King. I would haue her learne, my faire Cousin, how
    perfectly I loue her, and that is good English.
    3275Burg. Is shee not apt?
    King. Our Tongue is rough, Coze, and my Conditi-
    on is not smooth: so that hauing neyther the Voyce nor
    the Heart of Flatterie about me, I cannot so coniure vp
    the Spirit of Loue in her, that hee will appeare in his true
    Burg. Pardon the franknesse of my mirth, if I answer
    you for that. If you would coniure in her, you must
    make a Circle: if coniure vp Loue in her in his true
    likenesse, hee must appeare naked, and blinde. Can you
    3285blame her then, being a Maid, yet ros'd ouer with the
    Virgin Crimson of Modestie, if shee deny the apparance
    of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe? It were
    (my Lord) a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne
    3290King. Yet they doe winke and yeeld, as Loue is blind
    and enforces.
    Burg. They are then excus'd, my Lord, when they see
    not what they doe.
    King. Then good my Lord, teach your Cousin to
    3295consent winking.
    Burg. I will winke on her to consent, my Lord, if you
    will teach her to know my meaning: for Maides well
    Summer'd, and warme kept, are like Flyes at Bartholo-
    mew-tyde, blinde, though they haue their eyes, and then
    3300they will endure handling, which before would not abide
    looking on.
    King. This Morall tyes me ouer to Time, and a hot
    Summer; and so I shall catch the Flye, your Cousin, in
    the latter end, and she must be blinde to.
    3305Burg. As Loue is my Lord, before it loues.
    King. It is so: and you may, some of you, thanke
    Loue for my blindnesse, who cannot see many a faire
    French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my
    3310French King. Yes my Lord, you see them perspec-
    tiuely: the Cities turn'd into a Maid; for they are
    all gyrdled with Maiden Walls, that Warre hath en-
    England. Shall Kate be my Wife?
    3315France. So please you.
    England. I am content, so the Maiden Cities you
    talke of, may wait on her: so the Maid that stood in
    the way for my Wish, shall shew me the way to my
    3320France. Wee haue consented to all tearmes of rea-
    England. Is't so, my Lords of England?
    West. The King hath graunted euery Article:
    His Daughter first; and in sequele, all,
    3325According to their firme proposed natures.
    Exet. Onely