In their sweet breasts; that never war advance

His bleeding fword 'twixt England and fair France.
Lords. Amen!

K. Henry. Now welcome, Kate; and bear me wit nefs all,

That here I kifs her as my Sovereign Queen. [Flourishi
Qa. God, the best maker of all marriages,
Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one :
As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
So be there, 'twixt your kingdoms fuch a fpoufal,
That never may ill office, or fell jealousie,
Which troubles oft the bed of bleffed marriage,
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms, (31)
To make divorce of their incorporate league:
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Receive each other. God fpeak this Amen!
All Amen!

K. Henry. Prepare we for our marriage; on which
day,
My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath
And all the Peers, for furety of our leagues.
Then fhall I fwear to Kate, and you to me,
And may our paths well kept, and profp'rous be!

Enter Chorus.

Thus far with rough, and all-unable, pen
Our bending author hath purfu'd the story;
In little room confining mighty men,

[Exeunt.

Mangling by starts the full courfe of their glory, Small time, but, in that small, moft greatly liv'd This Star of England. Fortune made his fword;

(31) Thruft in between the paffion of thefe Kingdoms] The old Folio's have it, the pation; which makes me believe, the Author's Word was paction; a Word, more proper on the occafion of a Peace ftruck up. A Paffion of two Kingdoms for one another, is an odd Expreffion. An Amity and political Harmony may be fix'd betwixt two Countries, and yet either People be far from having a Paffion for the other.

By

By which the world's beft garden he atchiev'd,
And of it left his fon imperial lord.
Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King

Of France and England, did this King fucceed:
Whose state so many had i' th' managing,

That they loft France, and made his England bleed: Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, In your fair minds let this acceptance take.

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