PRINCESS KATHARINE OF FRANCE.

King Henry. Come, your answer in broken musick; for thy voice is musick, and thy English broken: therefore, queen of all, Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken English. Wilt thou have me?

Princess Katharine. Dat is, as it shall please de roy mon pere. King Henry. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.

Princess Katharine. Den it shall also content me.

King Henry. Upon that I will kiss your hand, and I call you-my

queen.

Princess Katharine. Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma foy, je ne veux point que vous abaissez vostre grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne serviteure; excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon tres puissant seigneur.

King Henry. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.

Princess Katharine. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre baisees devant leur nopces, il n'est pas le coutume de France.

King Henry. Madam, my interpreter, what says she?

Alice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of France,-I cannot tell what is, baiser, en English.

King Henry. To kiss.

Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre qu moy.

King Henry. It is not the fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she say?

Alice. Ouy, vrayment.

King Henry. O Kate, nice customs curt'sy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion we are the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places, stops the mouths of all find-faults; as I will do yours, for upholding the nice fashion of your country, in denying me a kiss therefore patiently, and yielding. [Kissing her.] You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate; there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England, than a general petition of monarchs.

KING HENRY V. - Act V. Scene II.

JOAN OF ARC.

Pucelle. First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd;

Not one begotten of a shepherd swain,
But issu'd from the progeny of kings;
Virtuous, and holy; chosen from above,
By inspiration of celestial grace,
To work exceeding miracles on earth.
I never had to do with wicked spirits:
But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,-
Because you want the grace that others have,
You judge it straight a thing impossible
To compass wonders, but by help of devils.
No, misconceived? Joan of Arc hath been
A virgin from her tender infancy,
Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effus'd,
Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.

York. Ay, ay;-away with her to execution.

Warwick. And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,

Spare for no fagots, let there be enough:

Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,

That so her torture may be shortened.

Pucelle. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?

KING HENRY VI. Part I.

Act V. Scene IV.