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well summered and warm kept, are like flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their eyes; and then they will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on.
K. Hen. This moral3 ties me over to time, and a hot summer;
and so I will catch the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too.
Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves.
K. Hen. It is so: and you may, some of you, thank love for my blindness; who cannot see many a fair French city, for one fair French maid that stands in my way.
Fr. King. Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the cities turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with maiden walls, that war hath never entered.
K. Hen. Shall Kate be my wife?
K. Hen. I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of, may wait on her : so the maid, that stood in the way of my wish, shall show me the way to
Fr. King. We have consented to all terms of
K. Hen. Is’t so, my lords of England ?
West. The king hath granted every article: His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all, According to their firm proposed natures.
E.xe. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this :Where your majesty demands,—That the king of France, having any occasion to write for matter of
grant, shall name your highness in this form, and with this addition, in French,-Notre tres cher filz Henry roy d'Angleterre, heretier de France; and thus in Latin,-Practarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex Angliæ, & hæres Franciæ.
Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, But your request shall make me let it pass. K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear alli
ance, Let that one article rank with the rest: And, thereupon, give me your daughter.
Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her blood
Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms
[Flourish. Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine
your hearts in one, your realms in one! As man and wife, being two, are one in love, So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal, That never may ill office, or fell jealousy, Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage, Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate league;
:-on which day, My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath, And all the peers', for surety of our leagues.Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me; And may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be!
Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen,
Our bending + author hath pursu'd the story; In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. Small time, but, in that small, most greatly liv'd
This star of England: fortune made his sword; By which the world's best gardens he achiev'd,
And of it left his son imperial lord.
Of France and England did this king succeed ;
bleed: Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their
sake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.
[Exit. This play has many scenes of high dignity, and many of easy merriment. The character of the king is well supported, except in his courtship, where he has neither the vivacity of Hal, nor the grandeur of Henry. The humour of Pistol is very happily continued : his character has perhaps been the model of all the bullies that have yet appeared on the English stage.
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equal to ihe weight of the subject.
The lines given to the Chorus have many admirers but the truth is, that in them a little may be praised, and much must be forgiven; nor can it be easily discovered why the intelligence given by the Chorus is more necessary in this play than in many others where it is omitted. The great defect of this play is the emptiness and narrowness of the last Act, which a very little diligence might have easily avoided.