Kate. Den France sall be mine.
Harry. Et Ie suyues a vous.
Kate. And you will be to me.
Har. Wilt beleeue me Kate? tis easier for me65
To conquer the kingdome, thē to speak so much
More French.
Kate. A your Maiesty has false France inough
To deceiue de best Lady in France.
Harry. No faith Kate not I. But Kate,[5622]70
In plaine termes, do you loue me?[5623]
Kate. I cannot tell.
Harry. No, can any of your neighbours tell?
Ile aske them.
Come Kate, I know you loue me.75
And soone when you are in your closset,
Youle question this Lady of me.
But I pray thee sweete Kate, vse me mercifully,
Because I loue thee cruelly.
That I shall dye Kate, is sure:80
But for thy loue, by the Lord neuer.
What Wench,
A straightbacke will growe crooked,
A round eye will growe hollowe,
A great leg will waxe small,85
A curld pate proue balde:
But a good heart Kate, is the sun and the moone,
And rather the Sun and not the Moone:
And therefore Kate take me,
Take a souldier: take a souldier,90
Take a King.
Therefore tell me Kate, wilt thou haue me?
Kate. Dat is as please the King my father.
Harry. Nay it will please him:[5624]
Nay it shall please him Kate.95
And vpon that condition Kate Ile kisse you.