The Same. The Presence Chamber. |
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Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Attendants. |
| K. Hen. Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury? |
| Exe. Not here in presence. |
| K. Hen. Send for him, good uncle. |
| West. Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege? |
| K. Hen. Not yet, my cousin: we would be resolv'd, |
| Before we hear him, of some things of weight |
| That task our thoughts, concerning us and France. |
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Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and the BISHOP OF ELY. |
| Cant. God and his angels guard your sacred throne, |
| And make you long become it! |
| K. Hen. Sure, we thank you. |
| My learned lord, we pray you to proceed, |
| And justly and religiously unfold |
| Why the law Salique that they have in France |
| Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim. |
| And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, |
| That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, |
| Or nicely charge your understanding soul |
| With opening titles miscreate, whose right |
| Suits not in native colours with the truth; |
| For God doth know how many now in health |
| Shall drop their blood in approbation |
| Of what your reverence shall incite us to. |
| Therefore take heed how you impawn our person, |
| How you awake the sleeping sword of war: |
| We charge you in the name of God, take heed; |
| For never two such kingdoms did contend |
| Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops |
| Are every one a woe, a sore complaint, |
| 'Gainst him whose wrongs give edge unto the swords |
| That make such waste in brief mortality. |
| Under this conjuration speak, my lord, |
| And we will hear, note, and believe in heart, |
| That what you speak is in your conscience wash'd |
| As pure as sin with baptism. |
| Cant. Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers, |
| That owe yourselves, your lives, and services |
| To this imperial throne. There is no bar |
| To make against your highness' claim to France |
| But this, which they produce from Pharamond, |
| In terram Salicam mulieres ne succedant, |
| No woman shall succeed in Salique land:' |
| Which Salique land the French unjustly gloze |
| To be the realm of France, and Pharamond |
| The founder of this law and female bar. |
| Yet their own authors faithfully affirm |
| That the land Salique is in Germany, |
| Between the floods of Sala and of Elbe; |
| Where Charles the Great, having subdu'd the Saxons, |
| There left behind and settled certain French; |
| Who, holding in disdain the German women |
| For some dishonest manners of their life, |
| Establish'd then this law; to wit, no female |
| Should be inheritrix in Salique land: |
| Which Salique, as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala, |
| Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen. |
| Then doth it well appear the Salique law |
| Was not devised for the realm of France; |
| Nor did the French possess the Salique land |
| Until four hundred one-and-twenty years |
| After defunction of King Pharamond, |
| Idly suppos'd the founder of this law; |
| Who died within the year of our redemption |
| Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great |
| Subdu'd the Saxons, and did seat the French |
| Beyond the river Sala, in the year |
| Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say, |
| King Pepin, which deposed Childeric, |
| Did, as heir general, being descended |
| Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair, |
| Make claim and title to the crown of France. |
| Hugh Capet also, who usurp'd the crown |
| Of Charles the Duke of Loraine, sole heir male |
| Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great, |
| To find his title with some shows of truth,— |
| Though in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,— |
| Convey'd himself as heir to the Lady Lingare, |
| Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son |
| To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son |
| Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth, |
| Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet, |
| Could not keep quiet in his conscience, |
| Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied |
| That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother, |
| Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare, |
| Daughter to Charles the aforesaid Duke of Loraine: |
| By the which marriage the line of Charles the Great |
| Was re-united to the crown of France. |
| So that, as clear as is the summer's sun, |
| King Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim, |
| King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear |
| To hold in right and title of the female: |
| So do the kings of France unto this day; |
| Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law |
| To bar your highness claiming from the female; |
| And rather choose to hide them in a net |
| Than amply to imbar their crooked titles |
| Usurp'd from you and your progenitors. |
| K. Hen. May I with right and conscience make this claim? |
| Cant. The sin upon my head, dread sovereign! |
| For in the book of Numbers is it writ: |
| 'When the son dies, let the inheritance |
| Descend unto the daughter.' Gracious lord, |
| Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag; |
| Look back into your mighty ancestors: |
| Go, my dread lord, to your great-grandsire's tomb, |
| From whom you claim; invoke his war-like spirit, |
| And your great-uncle's, Edward the Black Prince, |
| Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy, |
| Making defeat on the full power of France; |
| Whiles his most mighty father on a hill |
| Stood smiling to behold his lion's whelp |
| Forage in blood of French nobility. |
| O noble English! that could entertain |
| With half their forces the full pride of France, |
| And let another half stand laughing by, |
| All out of work, and cold for action. |
| Ely. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, |
| And with your puissant arm renew their feats: |
| You are their heir, you sit upon their throne, |
| The blood and courage that renowned them |
| Runs in your veins; and my thrice-puissant liege |
| Is in the very May-morn of his youth, |
| Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises. |
| Exe. Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth |
| Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, |
| As did the former lions of your blood. |
| West. They know your Grace hath cause and means and might; |
| So hath your highness; never King of England |
| Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects, |
| Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England |
| And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France. |
| Cant. O! let their bodies follow, my dear liege, |
| With blood and sword and fire to win your right; |
| In aid whereof we of the spiritualty |
| Will raise your highness such a mighty sum |
| As never did the clergy at one time |
| Bring in to any of your ancestors. |
| K. Hen. We must not only arm to invade the French, |
| But lay down our proportions to defend |
| Against the Scot, who will make road upon us |
| With all advantages. |
| Cant. They of those marches, gracious sovereign, |
| Shall be a wall sufficient to defend |
| Our inland from the pilfering borderers. |
| K. Hen. We do not mean the coursing snatchers only, |
| But fear the main intendment of the Scot, |
| Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us; |
| For you shall read that my great-grandfather |
| Never went with his forces into France |
| But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom |
| Came pouring, like the tide into a breach, |
| With ample and brim fulness of his force, |
| Galling the gleaned land with hot essays, |
| Girding with grievous siege castles and towns; |
| That England, being empty of defence, |
| Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood. |
| Cant. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege; |
| For hear her but exampled by herself: |
| When all her chivalry hath been in France |
| And she a mourning widow of her nobles, |
| She hath herself not only well defended, |
| But taken and impounded as a stray |
| The King of Scots; whom she did send to France, |
| To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings, |
| And make your chronicle as rich with praise |
| As is the owse and bottom of the sea |
| With sunken wrack and sumless treasuries. |
| West. But there's a saying very old and true; |
| If that you will France win, |
| Then with Scotland first begin: |
| For once the eagle England being in prey, |
| To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot |
| Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs, |
| Playing the mouse in absence of the cat, |
| To tear and havoc more than she can eat. |
| Exe. It follows then the cat must stay at home: |
| Yet that is but a crush'd necessity; |
| Since we have locks to safeguard necessaries |
| And pretty traps to catch the petty thieves. |
| While that the armed hand doth fight abroad |
| The advised head defends itself at home: |
| For government, though high and low and lower, |
| Put into parts, doth keep in one consent, |
| Congreeing in a full and natural close, |
| Like music. |
| Cant. Therefore doth heaven divide |
| The state of man in divers functions, |
| Setting endeavour in continual motion; |
| To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, |
| Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, |
| Creatures that by a rule in nature teach |
| The act of order to a peopled kingdom. |
| They have a king and officers of sorts; |
| Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, |
| Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, |
| Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, |
| Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; |
| Which pillage they with merry march bring home |
| To the tent-royal of their emperor: |
| Who, busied in his majesty, surveys |
| The singing masons building roofs of gold, |
| The civil citizens kneading up the honey, |
| The poor mechanic porters crowding in |
| Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, |
| The sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum, |
| Delivering o'er to executors pale |
| The lazy yawning drone. I this infer, |
| That many things, having full reference |
| To one consent, may work contrariously; |
| As many arrows, loosed several ways, |
| Fly to one mark; as many ways meet in one town; |
| As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea; |
| As many lines close in the dial's centre; |
| So may a thousand actions, once afoot, |
| End in one purpose, and be all well borne |
| Without defeat. Therefore to France, my liege. |
| Divide your happy England into four; |
| Whereof take you one quarter into France, |
| And you withal shall make all Gallia shake. |
| If we, with thrice such powers left at home, |
| Cannot defend our own doors from the dog, |
| Let us be worried and our nation lose |
| The name of hardiness and policy. |
| K. Hen. Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin. [Exit an Attendant. |
| Now are we well resolv'd; and by God's help, |
| And yours, the noble sinews of our power, |
| France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe |
| Or break it all to pieces: or there we'll sit, |
| Ruling in large and ample empery |
| O'er France and all her almost kingly dukedoms, |
| Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn, |
| Tombless, with no remembrance over them: |
| Either our history shall with full mouth |
| Speak freely of our acts, or else our grave, |
| Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, |
| Not worshipp'd with a waxen epitaph. |
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Enter Ambassadors of France. |
| Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure |
| Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for we hear |
| Your greeting is from him, not from the king. |
| First Amb. May't please your majesty to give us leave |
| Freely to render what we have in charge; |
| Or shall we sparingly show you far off |
| The Dauphin's meaning and our embassy? |
| K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a Christian king; |
| Unto whose grace our passion is as subject |
| As are our wretches fetter'd in our prisons: |
| Therefore with frank and with uncurbed plainness |
| Tell us the Dauphin's mind. |
| First Amb. Thus then, in few. |
| Your highness, lately sending into France, |
| Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right |
| Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third. |
| In answer of which claim, the prince our master |
| Says that you savour too much of your youth, |
| And bids you be advis'd there's nought in France |
| That can be with a nimble galliard won; |
| You cannot revel into dukedoms there. |
| He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, |
| This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this, |
| Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim |
| Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks. |
| K. Hen. What treasure, uncle? |
| Exe. Tennis-balls, my liege. |
| K. Hen. We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us: |
| His present and your pains we thank you for: |
| When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, |
| We will in France, by God's grace, play a set |
| Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. |
| Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler |
| That all the courts of France will be disturb'd |
| With chaces. And we understand him well, |
| How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, |
| Not measuring what use we made of them. |
| We never valu'd this poor seat of England; |
| And therefore, living hence, did give ourself |
| To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common |
| That men are merriest when they are from home. |
| But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state, |
| Be like a king and show my sail of greatness |
| When I do rouse me in my throne of France: |
| For that I have laid by my majesty |
| And plodded like a man for working-days, |
| But I will rise there with so full a glory |
| That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, |
| Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us. |
| And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his |
| Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul |
| Shall stand sore-charged for the wasteful vengeance |
| That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows |
| Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands; |
| Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; |
| And some are yet ungotten and unborn |
| That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. |
| But this lies all within the will of God, |
| To whom I do appeal; and in whose name |
| Tell you the Dauphin I am coming on, |
| To venge me as I may and to put forth |
| My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. |
| So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin |
| His jest will savour but of shallow wit |
| When thousands weep more than did laugh at it. |
| Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well. [Exeunt Ambassadors. |
| Exe. This was a merry message. |
| K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it. |
| Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour |
| That may give furtherance to our expedition; |
| For we have now no thought in us but France, |
| Save those to God, that run before our business. |
| Therefore let our proportions for these wars |
| Be soon collected, and all things thought upon |
| That may with reasonable swiftness add |
| More feathers to our wings; for, God before, |
| We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door. |
| Therefore let every man now task his thought, |
| That this fair action may on foot be brought. [Exeunt. Flourish. |
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