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as I said, 'twixt Elbe and Sala,?Is at this day in Germany call'd Meisen.?Then doth it well appear the Salique law?Was not devised for the realm of France;?Nor did the French possess the Salique 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 Childeric,
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 Lorraine, sole heir male?Of the true line and stock of Charles the Great,?To find his title with some shows of truth,?Though, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,?Convey'd himself as the heir to the Lady Lingare,?Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son?To Lewis the Emperor, and Lewis the son?Of Charles the Great. Also, King Lewis the Tenth,?Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,?Could not keep quiet in his conscience,?Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied?That fair Queen Isabel, his grandmother,?Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare,?Daughter to Charles, the foresaid Duke of Lorraine;?By the which marriage 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,?King Lewis his satisfaction, all appear?To hold in right and title of the female.?So do the kings of France unto this day,?Howbeit they would hold up this Salique law?To bar your Highness claiming from the female,?And rather choose to hide them in a net?Than amply to imbar their crooked titles?Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.
KING HENRY.?May I with right and conscience make this claim?
CANTERBURY.?The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!?For in the book of Numbers is it writ,?When the man 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's, Edward the Black Prince,?Who on the French ground play'd a tragedy,?Making defeat on the full power of France,?Whiles 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 pride of France?And let another half stand laughing by,?All out of work 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.
EXETER.?Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth?Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,?As did the former lions of your blood.
WESTMORELAND.?They know your Grace hath cause and means and might;?So hath your Highness. Never King of England?Had nobles richer, and more loyal subjects,?Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England?And lie pavilion'd in the fields of France.
CANTERBURY.?O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege,?With blood and sword and fire to win your right;?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.
KING HENRY.?We must not only arm to invade the French,?But lay down our proportions to defend?Against the Scot, who will make road upon us?With all advantages.
CANTERBURY.?They of those marches, gracious sovereign,?Shall be a wall sufficient to defend?Our inland from the pilfering borderers.
KING 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?Never went with his forces into France?But that the Scot on his unfurnish'd kingdom?Came pouring, like the tide into a breach,?With ample and brim fullness of his force,?Galling the gleaned land with hot assays,?Girdling with grievous siege castles and towns;?That England, being empty of defence,?Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood.
CANTERBURY.?She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege;?For hear her but exampl'd by herself:?When all her chivalry hath been in France,?And she a mourning widow of her nobles,?She hath herself not only well defended?But taken and impounded as a stray?The King of Scots; whom she did send to France?To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings,?And make her chronicle as rich with praise?As is the ooze and bottom of the sea?With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries.
WESTMORELAND.?But there's a saying very old and true,
"If that you will France win,?Then with Scotland first begin."?For once the eagle England being in prey,?To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot?Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs,?Playing the mouse in