Henry V Page #9

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we do salute you,

duke of Burgundy.

And, princes French and peers,

health to you all.

Right joyous are we to behold your

face, most worthy brother England.

Fairly met.

So are you,

princes English, every one.

My duty to you both,

on equal love,

great kings of France...

and England.

Since that my office

hath so far prevailed,

that face to face and royal

eye to eye you have congreeted...

let it not disgrace me if I

demand before this royal view...

why that the naked,

poor and mangled peace...

should not in this best

garden of the world,

our fertile France,

put up her lovely visage?

Alas,

she hath from France

too long been chased,

and all her husbandry

doth lie on heaps,

corrupting in

its own fertility.

And as our vineyards,

fallows, meads and hedges,

defective in their natures,

grow to wildness,

even so our houses and ourselves,

our children have lost...

or do not learn

for want of time...

those sciences which

should become our country,

but grow like savages,

as soldiers will...

that nothing do

but meditate on blood...

to swearing and stern looks,

diffused attire,

and everything that seems...

unnatural.

And my speech entreats

that I may know...

the let why gentle peace...

should not expel

these inconveniences...

and bless us with

her former qualities.

If, duke of Burgundy,

you would the peace...

whose want gives growth to the

imperfections which you have cited,

then you must buy

that peace...

with full accord

to all our just demands.

I have but with

a cursorary eye...

o'erglanced the articles.

Pleaseth your grace to appoint

some of your council...

to sit with us once more...

we will suddenly pass...

our accept

and peremptory answer.

Brother, we shall.

Yet leave

our cousin Katherine...

here with us.

She is our capital demand...

comprised within

the fore-rank of our articles.

She hath good leave.

Fair Katherine,

and most fair,

will you vouchsafe

to teach a soldier...

terms such as will enter

at a lady's ear...

and plead his love suit

to her gentle heart?

Your majesty

shall mock at me.

I cannot speak your England.

Oh.

Fair Katherine, if you will love me

soundly with your French heart,

glad to hear you confess it

brokenly with your English

Do you like me, Kate?

Pardonnez-moi. I cannot

tell what is "like me."

An angel is like you, Kate,

and you are like an angel.

Que dit-il? Que je suis

semblable a les anges?

Qui, vraiment, sauf votre

grace, ainsi dit-il.

Mon dieu.

Les langues des hommes

sont pleines de tromperies.

What says she, fair one?

That the tongues of men

are full of deceits?

Oui. That the tongues of

the mens is be full of deceits.

That is the princess.

I'faith, my wooing is fit

for thy understanding.

I know no ways to mince it in love,

but directly to say, "I love you."

Then, if you urge me farther than to say,

"Do you in faith?" I wear out my suit.

Give me your answer... i'faith do... and so

clap hands and a bargain. How say you, lady?

Sauf votre honneur,

me understand well.

Marry, if you would put me to verses or

to dance for your sake, why, you undid me.

If I could win a lady at leapfrog

or by vaulting into my saddle...

with my arm around my back,

I should quickly leap into a wife.

I could lay on like a butcher and

sit like a jackanapes, never off.

But before God, Kate,

I cannot look greenly...

Nor gasp out my eloquence nor

I have no cunning in protestation.

If thou canst love a fellow

of this temper, Kate,

that never looks in his glass

for love of anything he sees there,

let thine eye be thy cook.

I speak to thee plain soldier. If thou

canst love me for this, take me.

If not, to say to thee

that I shall die, 'tis true,

but for thy love,

by the lord, no.

Yet I love thee too.

If thou would have

such a one, take me.

And take me, take a soldier.

Take a soldier, take a king.

And what sayest thou

then to my love?

Speak, my fair,

and fairly, too, I pray thee.

Is it possible that I should

love the enemy of France?

No, kate.

It is not possible that you

should love the enemy of France.

But in loving me, you should

love the friend of France,

for I love France so well that

I will not part with a village of it.

I will have it all mine.

And, Kate, when France

is mine, and I am yours,

then yours is France,

and you are mine.

I cannot tell what is that.

No, kate?

I will tell thee in French...

which I am sure will

hang about my tongue...

like a new-married wife about her

husband's neck, hardly to be shook off.

Je quand sur

le possession de France...

et, uh, quand vous

avez la possession,

uh, de moi...

Let me see...

Uh, oh...

Donc, uh, votre est france...

et, uh, vous etes mienne.

It is as easy for me, Kate,

to conquer the kingdom...

as to speak so much more French!

I will never move thee in French

unless it be to laugh at me.

Sauf votre honneur,

le francais que vous parlez...

Il est meilleur

que I'anglais lequel je parle.

No, faith, it is not.

But tell me, Kate,

Canst thou understand

thus much English?

Canst thou love me?

I cannot tell.

Well, can any of your neighbors

tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

By mine honor, in true English,

I swear I love thee,

by which honor I dare

not swear thou lovest me.

Yet my blood begins to flatter

me that thou dost...

withstanding the poor and

untempering effect of my vis

Now beshrew

my father's ambition!

He was thinking of

civil wars when he got me.

Therefore was I created

with a stubborn outside,

with an aspect of iron, that

when I come to woo ladies,

I fright them.

But, in faith, kate, the elder I wax,

the better I shall appear.

My comfort is that old age,

that ill layer-up of beauty,

can do no more spoil

upon my face.

Thou hast me... if thou

hast me... at the worst.

And thou shalt wear me...

if thou wear me...

Better and better.

And, therefore, tell me,

most fair Katherine,

Will you have me?

Come, your answer

in broken music,

for thy voice is music,

and thy English, broken.

Therefore, queen of all,

Katherine,

wilt thou have me?

That is as it shall please

le roi mon pere.

Nay, it shall

please him well, Kate.

It shall please him, Kate.

Then it shall also content me.

Upon that, I kiss your hand,

and I call you my queen.

Laissez, mon seigneur,

laissez, laissez.

Ma foi, je ne veux point que

vous abaissiez votre grandeur...

En baisant la main d'une de

votre seigneurie indigne serviteur.

Excusez-moi, je vous supplie,

mon tres-puissant seigneur.

Then I will kiss

your lips, Kate.

Les dames et demoiselles pour

etre baisees devant leur noces...

Il n'est pas

la coutume de France.

Madame my interpreter,

what says she?

That is not be the fashion

for the ladies of France...

Oh, I cannot tell

what Isbaiserin English.

To kiss?

Your majestyentends

betterque moi.

Ah, it is not a fashion for the maids in

France to kiss before they are married?

Oui, vraiment.

Oh, kate.

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