Then brook abridgment, and your eyes advance After your thoughts, ftraight back again to France. Gower. [Exit. AY, that's right: but why wear you your Flu. There is occafions and causes why and wherefore in all things; I will tell you as a friend, captain Gower; the rafcally, fcauld, beggarly, lowfy, pragging knave, Piftol, which you and yourfelf and all the world know to be no petter than a fellow. (look you now) of no merits; he is come to me and prings me pread and falt yesterday, look you, and bids me eat my Leek. It was in a place where I could breed no contentions with him; but I will be fo pold as to wear it in my cap, 'till I fee him once again; and then I will tell him a little piece of my defires. Enter Piftol. Gower Why, here he comes fwelling like a Turkeycock. Flu. 'Tis no matter for his fwelling, nor his Turkeycocks. God plesse you, aunchient Piftol: you fcurvy lowly knave, God pleffe you. Fift. Ha! art thou bedlam? doft thou thirst, base To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? do not Flu. I pefeech you heartily, fcurvy lowsy knave, at my defires, and my requefts and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek: becaufe, look you, you love it; and your affections, and your appetites, and your digeftions, does not agree with it; I would defire you to eat it. Pift. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats. [Strikes him. Will you be fo good, fcauld knave, as eat it? Pift. Bafe Trojan, thou fhalt die. Flu. You fay very true, fcauld knave, when God's will is: 1 defire you to live in the mean time and eat yourvictuals; come, there is fauce for it-[Strikes him.] You call'd 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. Gower. Enough, captain; you have astonish'd him. Flu. I fay, I will make him eat fome part of my leek, or I will peat his pate, four days and four nights. Pite, I pray you; it is good for your green wound and your ploody coxcomb. Pit. Muft I bite? Flu. Yes, out of doubt, and out of queftions too, and ambiguities. Pift. By this leek, I will moft horribly revenge; I eat and fwear Flu. Eat, I pray you; will you have fome more fauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to fwear by. Pift. Quiet thy cudgel; thou doft fee, I eat. Flu. Much good do you, fcauld knave, heartily. Nay, pray you throw none away, the fkin is good for your proken coxcomb: when you take occafions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at 'em, that's all. Pift. Good. Flu. Ay, leeks is good; hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate. Pift. Me a groat! Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have anotherleek in my pocket, which you shall eat. Pift. I take thy groat in earneft of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; O 3 cudgels; you fhall be a woodmonger, and buy no thing of me but cudgels; God pe wi you, and keep you, and heal your pate. Pift. All hell fhall ftir for this. [Exit. Gow. Go, go, you are acounterfeit cowardly knave: will you mock at an ancient tradition, began upon an honourable refpect, 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 'tis otherwife; and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition: fare you well. [Exit. Pist. Doth fortune play the hufwife with me now? News have I, that my Dol is dead 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 fomething lean to cut-purse of quick hand: To England will I fteal, and there I'll steal; And patches will I get unto these scars, And fwear, I got them in the Gallia Wars. [Exit. The French Court at Trois in Champaigne. Enter at one door King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Warwick, and other Lords; at another, the French King, Queen Ifabel, Princess Catharine, the Duke of Burgundy, and other French. EACE to this meeting, wherefore we K. Henry. PEA are met: Unto our brother France, and to our fifter, And And as a branch and member of this royalty, all. And, Princes French, and Peers, health to you Moft worthy brother England, fairly met! Q. Ifa. So happy be the Iffue, brother England, With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours, Unto this bar and royal interview, Your Mightineffes on both parts can witness. 04 Her 1 H Her vine, the merry chearer of the heart, The even Mead, that erft brought fweetly forth And all our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges, [peace, K Henry. If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the You have, enfchedul'd briefly, in your bands. as yet There is no answer made. K. Henry. Well, then; the peace, Which you before fo urg'd, lies in his anfwer. Fr. King. |