Chronicle history of Henry the fift, with his battell fought at Agin Court in France

The Chronicle History
UarYy.Vtict to this meeting,
Wherefore we are met,
And to our brother France, faire time ofday.
Faire health vnto our louely coufin Katherine*
And as a branch, and member of this ftockc.
We do falute you, Duke of Bttrgxndj*
Fran, Brother of England,
Right ioyous are we to behold your face.
So arc we Princes Englifh euery one,
‘Dukt. With pardon vnto your mightinefle ?
Let it not difpleafe you, if 1 demaund
W hat rub or barre hath thus farre hindred you
To keepe you from the gentle fpeech pf peace f
Har. IfDuke nr gundy you would hauepeac^.
You muftbuy that peace.
According as wehaue drawne our Articles,
Fran, We haue but with a curforary eye
Ore-view*d them; pleafeth your Grace,'
To let fome ofyoutCounfeU fit with vs.
We (hall rcturne our peremptory anfwcr,
Har. Go Lords, and fit with them.
And bring vs anfwer backe,
yet leaue our coufen Katherine heerc behind,
Fran, Withall our hearts.
Lxtt French King and the Lor fa
Manet, hjng Henry t Katherine, and the
Gentlewoman, •
Har. Now Kate*
You haue a blunt wooer heere left with you.
If 1 could winne thee at Leape-frog,
Or with vauting with my armour on my backe
Intomyfaddle,
Without bragge be it fpoken,
Ide make compare with any.^
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of Henry thefift.
But leaning that Kate,
If thou t akeft me no w.
Thou (halt haue me at the worft.
And in wearing thou flialt haue me better and better.
Thou fhalt hauc a face that is not worth fun-burning.
But doeft thou thinkc, that thou and I,F
Becweene Saint Denis and Saint George,
Shall get a boy, that fliall go to Conrtantinople,
And cake the great Turke by the beard ?
Ha, Kate.
Kate, Is it poflible dat me fall
Louc de enemy de France.
Harry-No Kate,
It is vnpoflible you fliould loue the enemy of France.*
For Kate I louc France fo well.
That 11c not leaue a village.
He haue it all mine. Then Kate,!
When France is mine.
And I am yours:
Then France is yours.
And you are mine.
Kate, I cannot tell what is dat.
ffarry.No Kate,
Why He tell you in French,
Which will hang vpon my tongue, like a bride
On her new married husband.
Let me fee. Saint Dennis be my fpeedc,
Quan France & mon,
Kate, Dat is, when France is yours.
Harry, Et vous ct tes amoy.
Kate, And I am to you.
Harry. Douck France ettes a vous.
Kate. Den France fall be mine.
Harry, Et ie fuyues a vous.
&tfr.And you will be to me.
Hrfr* Wilt beleeue me Kate * Tis eafier for me
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