Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
With envy of each other’s happiness,
May cease their hatred; and this dear conjunction
Plant neighbourhood and christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword ’twixt England and fair France.
K. Hen. Now, welcome, Kate:—and bear me witness all,
That here I take her as my sovereign queen.
The King places a ring on Katharine’s finger.
Prepare we for our marriage:—on which day,