K. Henry.
Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury?

Exe.
Not here in presence.

K. Henry.
Send for him, good uncle.

West.
^{4 note}Shall we call in th' ambassador, my Liege?

K. Henry.
Not yet, my cousin; we would be resolv'd,
Before we hear him, of some things of weight,
^{5 note}That task our thoughts, concerning us and France. Enter the Archbishop of Canterbury, and Bishop of Ely.

Cant.
God and his angels guard your sacred throne,
And make you long become it!

K. Henry.
Sure, we thank you.
My learned lord, we pray you to proceed;
And justly and religiously unfold,
Why the law Salike, that they have in France,
Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim.
And, God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading;
Or nicely charge your understanding soul
With opening titles miscreate, whose right
Sutes not in native colours with the truth.
For, God doth know, how many now in health
Shall drop their blood, in approbation
Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
Therefore take heed, ^{6 note}how you impawn our person;

How you awake our sleeping sword of war:
We charge you in the name of God, take heed.
For never two such kingdoms did contend
Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops
Are every one a woe, a sore complaint,
'Gainst him, whose wrong gives edge unto the swords,
That make such waste in brief mortality.
Under this conjuration, speak, my lord;
For we will hear, note, and believe in heart,
That what you speak is in your conscience washt,
As pure as sin with baptism.

Cant.
Then hear me, gracious Sovereign, and you Peers,
That owe your lives, your faith, and services,
To this imperial throne. ^{7 note}There is no bar
To make against your Highness' claim to France,
But this which they produce from Pharamond;
In terram Salicam Mulieres nè succedant;
No Woman shall succeed in Salike land:
Which Salike land the French unjustly gloze
To be the realm of France, and Pharamond
The founder of this law and female bar.
Yet their own authors faithfully affirm,
That the land Salike lies in Germany,
Between the floods of Sala and of Elve:
Where Charles the great, having subdu'd the Saxons,
There left behind and settled certain French:
Who, holding in disdain the German women,
For some dishonest manners of their life,
Establisht then this law; to wit, no female
Should be inheritrix in Salike land:
Which Salike, as I said, 'twixt Elve and Sala,

Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen.
Thus doth it well appear, the Salike law
Was not devised for the realm of France;
Nor did the French possess the Salike land,
Until four hundred one and twenty years
After defunction of King Pharamond,
(Idly suppos'd, the founder of this law;)
Who died within the year of our redemption
Four hundred twenty six; and Charles the great,
Subdu'd the Saxons, and did seat the French
Beyond the river Sala in the year
Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,
King Pepin, which deposed Childerick,
Did as heir general (being descended
Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair)
Make claim and title to the Crown of France.
Hugh Capet also, who usurp'd the Crown
Of Charles the Duke of Lorain, sole heir male
Of the true line and stock of Charles the great,
^{8 note}To fine his title with some shews of truth,
(Though, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught)
Convey'd himself as heir to th' lady Lingare,
Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son
To Lewis th' Emperor, which was the son
Of Charles the great. Also King ^{9 note}Lewis the ninth,
Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
Could not keep quiet in his conscience,
Wearing the Crown of France, 'till satisfy'd
That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,
Was lineal of the lady Ermengere,
Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Lorain:
By the which match the line of Charles the great
Was re-united to the Crown of France.
So that, as clear as is the summer's sun,

King Pepin's title, and Hugh Capet's claim,
^{1 note}King Lewis his Possession, all appear
To hold in right and title of the female.
So do the Kings of France until this day:
Howbeit they would hold up this Salike law,
To bar your Highness claiming from the female;
And rather chuse to hide them in a net,
^{2 note}Than amply to imbare their crooked titles,
Usurpt from you and your progenitors.

K. Henry.
May I with right and conscience make this claim?

Cant.
The sin upon my head, dread Sovereign!
For in the book of Numbers it is writ,
^{3 note}When the son dies, let the inheritance
Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
Stand for your own, unwind your bloody flag:
Look back into your mighty ancestors;
Go, my dread lord, to your great grandsire's tomb,
From whom you claim; invoke his warlike spirit,
And your great uncle Edward the black Prince;
Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedy,
Making defeat on the full pow'r of France;
While his most mighty Father, on a hill,
Stood smiling, to behold his Lion's whelp
Forage in blood of French Nobility.
O noble English, that could entertain
With half their forces the full pow'r of France;
And let another half stand laughing by,
All out of work, ^{4 note}and cold for action!

Ely.
Awake remembrance of these valiant dead,
And with your puissant arm renew their feats!
You are their heir, you sit upon their throne;
The blood and courage, that renowned them,
Runs in your veins; and my thrice puissant Liege
Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

Exe.
Your brother Kings and Monarchs of the earth
Do all expect that you should rouze your self;
As did the former Lions of your blood.

West.
^{5 note}

Cant.
In aid whereof, we of the Spiritualty
Will raise your Highness such a mighty sum,
As never did the Clergy at one time
Bring in to any of your ancestors.

K. Henry.
We must not only arm t'invade the French,
But lay down our proportions to defend
Against the Scot, who will make road upon us
With all advantages.

Cant.
They of those Marches, gracious Sovereign,
Shall be a wall sufficient to defend
Our Inland from the pilfering borderers.

K. Henry.
We do not mean the coursing snatchers only,
But fear the main intendment of the Scot,
Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us:
For, you shall read, that my great grandfather
^{7 note}

Cant.
She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my Liege;
^{8 note}

As is the ouzy bottom of the Sea
With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.

^{1 note}Exe.
But there's a saying very old and true,
^{2 note}If that you will France win, then with Scotland first begin.
For once the Eagle England being in prey,
To her unguarded nest the Weazel, Scot,
Comes sneaking, and so sucks her princely eggs;
Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat,
To (a) ^note taint, and havock, more than she can eat.

Ely.
It follows then, the Cat must stay at home,
^{3 note}

Cant.
Therefore heaven doth divide
The state of man in divers functions,

Setting endeavour in continual motion:
To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Obedience; for so work the honey Bees;
^{4 note}

To one consent, may work contrariously:
As many arrows, loosed several ways,
Come to one mark: as many ways meet in one town;
As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea;
As many lines close in the dial's center;
^{7 note}So may a thousand actions, 't once a-foot,
End in one purpose, and be all well borne
Without defeat. Therefore to France, my Liege.
Divide your happy England into four,
Whereof take you one quarter into France;
And you withal shall make all Gallia shake:
If we, with thrice such powers left at home,
Cannot defend our own doors from the dog,
Let us be worried; and our Nation lose
The name of hardiness and policy.

K. Henry.
Call in the messengers, sent from the Dauphin.
Now are we well resolv'd; and by God's help
And yours, the noble sinews of our power,
France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe,
Or break it all to pieces. There we'll sit,
Ruling in large and ample empery,
O'er France, and all her almost kingly Dukedoms;
Or lay these bones in an unworthy urn,
Tombless, with no remembrance over them.
Either our History shall with full mouth
Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave,
Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth;
Not worshipt with a waxen epitaph.

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