you mock at an
ancient tradition,--begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a
memorable trophy of predeceased valour,--and dare not avouch in your
deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking[4] and galling at this
gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak
English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English
cudgel: you find it otherwise; and henceforth let a Welsh correction
teach you a good English condition.[5] Fare ye well.

[_Exit, L.H._

_Pist._ Doth fortune play the huswife[6] with me now?
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgell'd.
To England will I steal:
And patches will I get unto these scars,
And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars.

[_Exit, R.H._

[Footnote V.1: _To have me fold up, &c._] Dost thou desire to have
me put thee to death.]

[Footnote V.2: _----a squire of low degree._] That is, _I will
bring thee to the ground._]

[Footnote V.3: _----astonished him._] That is, you have stunned
him with the blow.]

SCENE II.--INTERIOR OF THE CATHEDRAL AT TROYES IN CHAMPAGNE.

_Trumpets sound. Enter, at one door, U.E.L.H., KING HENRY,(A)
BEDFORD, GLOSTER, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and other Lords;
at another, U.E.R.H., the FRENCH KING, QUEEN ISABEL, the PRINCESS
KATHARINE,[7](B) Lords, Ladies, &c., the Duke of BURGUNDY, and
his Train. The two parties, French and English, are divided by
barriers._

_K. Hen._ (L.C.) Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met![8]
Unto our brother France,--and to our sister,
Health and fair time of day;--joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
And (as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,)
We do salute you, duke of Burgundy;--
And, princes French, and peers, health to you all!

[_All the French party bow to KING HENRY._

_Fr. King._ (R.C.) Right joyous are we to behold your face,
Most worthy brother England; fairly met:--
So are you, princes English, every one.

_Q. Isa._ (_R. of F. KING._) So happy be the issue, brother England,
Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting,
As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French, that met them in their bent,
The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:[9]
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,