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 très cher filz Henry, roy d'Angleterre, héritier de France; and thus in Latin,-Præclarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex Angliæ, et hæres Francia. 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 alliance, Let that one article rank with the rest; And, thereupon, give me your daughter. Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her blood raise up Issue to me; that the contending kingdoms Of France and England, whose very shores look pale With envy of each other's happiness, May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance K. Hen. Now, welcome, Kate :-and bear me witness all, That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen. [florish. Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one! K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage :-on which day, My lord of Burgundy, we 'll take your oath, Enter CHORus. Thus far, with rough and all unable pen, [Exeunt. Our bending author 1 has pursued 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 lived This star of England: Fortune made his sword; By which the world's best garden 3 he achieved, And of it left his son imperial lord. 1 Our author, unequal to the weight of the subject. 3 i. e. France. Henry the sixth, in infant bands crown'd king That they lost France, and made his England bleed : Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take. [Exit. END OF VOL. VII. |