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. Got be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. [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 predeceas'd 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 Welch correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well. [Exit 69. Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me now? News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spittal Of malady of France; And there my rendezvous is quite cut off. Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn, And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars. [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, And, princes French, and peers, health to you all! 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 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, Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart, Like prisoners wildly over-grown with hair, The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the peace, Whose want gives growth to the imperfections 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. K. Hen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle Exeter,And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloster,— Warwick, and Huntington,-go with the king: And take with you free power, to ratify, And we'll consign thereto.-Will you, fair sister, Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with 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. |