Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!
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!
Peace to this gathering for which we have come together! To our brother France, and to our sister, health and a fair day to you; joy and good wishes to our most beautiful and royal cousin Katharine. And to you, Duke of Burgundy, as a member of this royal family who has brought this great assembly together, we offer our greetings. And to all you French princes and nobles, health to every one of you!
Peace to this gathering we've come to! To our brother France and sister, health and a good day to you; joy and greetings to our beautiful cousin Katharine. And Duke of Burgundy, as a member of this royal family who organized this whole assembly, we thank and greet you. And to all you French princes and nobles, good health to all of you!
peace to this meeting. hello brother france & sister. hope u have a good day. joy & wishes to beautiful cousin katharine. duke of burgundy—thanks for organizing this. greeting to all you french princes & nobles. health to u all
Right joyous are we to behold your face,
Most worthy brother England; fairly met!
So are you, princes English, every one.
We are very happy to see your face, most worthy brother England; we meet under favorable circumstances! And the same happiness to you, English princes, every one of you.
We're really happy to see you, brother England; we're meeting under good circumstances! And the same to all you English princes!
so happy to see u, brother england. great to meet u. same to u english princes
The French Queen speaks only twice but both speeches are architecturally important: she opens by expressing hope that Henry's 'fatal' eyes have lost their killing power, and closes with the prayer for the marriage. She is the only character who articulates the full meaning of the peace.
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.
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality; and that this day
Shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
May the outcome of this good day and gracious meeting be as happy as we are now to see your eyes. Your eyes, which until now have carried in them the deadly power of deadly basilisks against the French who faced them. We sincerely hope that the poison of such looks has lost its power and that this day will turn all sorrows and quarrels into love.
May this meeting end as happily as we are now to see your face. Your eyes have been like weapons against the French up until now—deadly and poisonous. But we hope all that's over, and that today we'll turn all these sad wars and conflicts into love instead.
hope this meeting ends as happily as us seeing u now. up til now ur eyes have been like deadly weapons against the french. but we hope that's over. today we turn all this sadness & war into love
To cry amen to that, thus we appear.
To say amen to that, we appear here as proof.
To agree with that, we're here as proof.
yeah we're here to make that happen
You English princes all, I do salute you.
All you English princes, I greet you.
A greeting to every one of you English princes here today.
hey all u english princes
My duty to you both, on equal love,
Great Kings of France and England! That I have labour’d,
With all my wits, my pains, and strong endeavours,
To bring your most imperial Majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,
Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.
Since then my office hath so far prevail’d
That, face to face and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is,
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Alas, she hath from France too long been chas’d,
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in it own fertility.
Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleach’d,
Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
Put forth disorder’d twigs; her fallow leas
The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory,
Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts
That should deracinate such savagery;
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility;
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
Defective in their natures, grow to wildness.
Even so our houses and ourselves and children
Have lost, or do not learn for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow like savages,—as soldiers will
That nothing do but meditate on blood,—
To swearing and stern looks, diffus’d attire,
And everything that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour
You are assembled; and my speech entreats
That I may know the let, why gentle Peace
Should not expel these inconveniences
And bless us with her former qualities.
I serve you both with equal devotion, great Kings of France and England! I have worked with all my effort and energy to bring your majesties to this royal meeting. Your power on both sides can best prove how successful my efforts have been. Now that I have managed to bring you face to face with royal dignity, please don't let it offend me if I ask why peace—that poor, wounded, nurturing force that brings arts, plenty, and joy—doesn't show her lovely face in our beautiful France? Sadly, she has been chased from France for too long, and all her work lies in ruins, rotting from its own fertility. Her vineyards die unpruned; her carefully maintained hedges are overgrown like prisoners with wild hair, growing twisted and chaotic. On her fallow fields grow poisonous darnel, hemlock, and vile fumitory, while the plow that should destroy such weeds just rusts away. The smooth meadows that once produced clover and cowslips, now without the scythe to cut them, grow wild and rank, producing nothing but hateful docks, rough thistles, and burs, losing all beauty and usefulness. Just as our fields grow wild, so too our houses, ourselves, and our children have lost or fail to learn the knowledge that should belong to our country because of the lack of time. We grow like savages—like soldiers who think only of blood—becoming foul-mouthed, stern-faced, wearing torn clothes, and doing everything that seems unnatural. To restore us to our former beauty, you are gathered here. My speech asks that I know why gentle Peace doesn't drive out these problems and restore us to our former state.
I serve you both equally, great Kings! I've worked hard to bring you two together for this royal meeting. Your power proves how successful I've been. Now that I've got you face to face, I hope you won't be offended if I ask: why doesn't peace show her lovely face in our beautiful France? She's been chased out for so long, and everything's falling apart. Our vineyards are dying unpruned, our hedges are overgrown and messy, and our fields are full of poisonous weeds that should be plowed under. The meadows that used to be so beautiful and useful now just grow wild and ugly. And it's not just the land—our houses, ourselves, and our children have lost all the knowledge and civilization we should have because of all this war. We act like wild savages, like soldiers who only think about killing. We're foul-mouthed, grim, wearing torn clothes, doing everything wrong. You're here to fix this, so I'm asking: why can't peace now come and heal us and bring back our former strength?
i work w/ all my effort to bring u two together. u can see how hard i've worked. now that u're face to face, can i ask why peace doesn't show up in france? she's been gone so long. everything's falling apart. our vineyards dying, hedges overgrown, fields full of poison weeds. meadows that were beautiful now just grow wild. our people have lost all their knowledge & civilization. we act like wild savages who only think about killing. u're here to fix this so please—why can't peace come heal us?
If, Duke of Burgundy, you would the peace,
Whose want gives growth to the imperfections
Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
With full accord to all our just demands;
Whose tenours and particular effects
You have enschedul’d briefly in your hands.
If you want peace, Duke of Burgundy, and the lack of it is what caused all the problems you just described, then you must gain that peace by agreeing completely to all our just demands. You have the main points and details of those demands written out in your hands.
If you want peace, Duke of Burgundy, and all those problems you just described come from not having peace, then you have to agree to all our demands to get it. You have the demands written down right there.
if u want peace, duke, & all those problems come from not having it, u gotta agree to our demands. u got the list right there
The King hath heard them; to the which as yet
There is no answer made.
The King has heard them, but there is no answer to them yet.
The King has heard them, but he hasn't answered yet.
the king heard them but no answer yet
Well, then, the peace,
Which you before so urg’d, lies in his answer.
So then, the peace that you urged so strongly lies in his answer.
So the peace you wanted so badly depends on what he says.
so the peace u wanted depends on his answer
I have but with a cursorary eye
O’erglanc’d the articles. Pleaseth your Grace
To appoint some of your council presently
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To re-survey them, we will suddenly
Pass our accept and peremptory answer.
I have only glanced at the articles with a quick eye. If it pleases your Grace, appoint some of your council to sit with us again and look at them more carefully. Then we will quickly give you our final answer and acceptance.
I've only skimmed through the articles quickly. If you're willing, have some of your advisors come back and go through them more carefully with us. Then we'll give you our answer right away.
i only skimmed the articles fast. can u send some advisors to go thru them w/ us more carefully? then we'll give u our answer right away
Brother, we shall. Go, uncle Exeter,
And brother Clarence, and you, brother Gloucester,
Warwick, and Huntington, go with the King;
And take with you free power to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Anything in or out of our demands,
And we’ll consign thereto. Will you, fair sister,
Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
Brother, we shall do so. Go, uncle Exeter, brother Clarence, and you brother Gloucester, Warwick, and Huntington, go with the King. And take with you full power to accept, add to, or change anything in our demands or anything beyond our demands, as your wisdom sees fit for our honor. And I will agree to whatever you decide. Will you, fair sister, go with the princes or stay here with us?
Brother, we shall. Go, uncle Exeter, and brothers Clarence and Gloucester, Warwick and Huntington, go with the King. You have full power to accept, add to, or change our demands as you see fit for our honor, and I'll agree with whatever you decide. Fair sister, do you want to go with them or stay here with us?
alright brother. everybody go w/ the king. u got full power to change our demands as u see fit. i'll agree w/ whatever u decide. sis—u coming w/ them or staying here?
Our gracious brother, I will go with them.
Haply a woman’s voice may do some good,
When articles too nicely urg’d be stood on.
Our gracious brother, I will go with them. Perhaps a woman's voice can help when people are arguing too strictly over the details of the articles.
I'll go with them, brother. Maybe having a woman there will help when they start arguing too much about the details.
i'll go w/ them. maybe a woman's voice will help when they're arguing about details
Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with us:
She is our capital demand, compris’d
Within the fore-rank of our articles.
But leave our cousin Katharine here with us. She is our main demand, included at the very beginning of our articles.
But leave our cousin Katharine here. She's our main demand, the first thing on our list.
leave katharine here. she's our main demand. #1 on the list
She hath good leave.
She has my permission.
I'll leave her here.
ok she can stay
Fair Katharine, and most fair,
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
Such as will enter at a lady’s ear
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
Fair Katharine, and most fair, will you be kind enough to teach a soldier words that will enter a lady's ear and plead his love to her gentle heart?
Fair Katharine, most fair of all, will you teach a simple soldier some words that will reach a lady's heart and help him plead his love to her?
katharine, beautiful katharine. will u teach a simple soldier some nice words to win a lady's heart?
Katharine speaks in French with fragments of accented English, and her mix of candid observation and diplomatic silence is remarkably direct under the circumstances. Watch for her method: she deflects with language confusion when she needs time, and when she finally speaks her own mind ('dat is as it shall please le roi mon père'), it reveals both her submission to her father and her quiet dignity.
Your Majesty shall mock me; I cannot speak your England.
Your Majesty will make fun of me; I cannot speak your English language.
You're going to laugh at me; I can't speak English.
ur gonna laugh at me. i can't speak english
O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart, I
will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your English tongue.
Do you like me, Kate?
Oh fair Katharine, if you will love me truly with your French heart, I will be happy to hear you confess it in broken English. Do you like me, Kate?
Oh fair Katharine, if you love me deeply with your French heart, I'll be happy to hear you say it even in broken English. Do you like me, Kate?
if u love me with ur french heart i'll be happy hearing u say it in broken english. do u like me kate?
_Pardonnez-moi_, I cannot tell wat is “like me.”
Excuse me, I cannot understand what 'like me' means.
Excuse me, I don't know what you mean by 'like me.'
excuse me i don't understand wat 'like me' means
The Henry-Katharine scene is one of the most debated in Shakespeare. Some readers find it genuinely charming — Henry's self-deprecating honesty ('I cannot look greenly, nor gasp out my eloquence'), the linguistic comedy of two people speaking each other's languages badly, the real warmth that develops. Others note that the entire scene is a negotiation Katharine cannot refuse: the treaty is already signed, her father has agreed, she is 'the chief demand' in the articles. Her famous answer — 'that is as it shall please my father the King' — acknowledges this reality. What's notable is that Shakespeare gives her the best line in the scene ('your false French is enough to deceive the wisest girl in France') and makes her refusal of the pre-wedding kiss a genuine assertion of her culture and dignity. She is not passive. But she is also not free.
An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.
You resemble an angel, Kate, just as an angel resembles you.
Angels are nothing compared to you, Kate—you're the angel here.
ur literally an angel kate no cap
_Que dit-il? Que je suis semblable à les anges?_
Que dit-il? Does he say that I am like the angels?
What did he just say? Am I supposed to look like an angel or something?
wat did he say? i'm like angels???
_Oui, vraiment, sauf votre Grâce, ainsi dit-il._
Oui, vraiment—yes, truly, that is what he said.
Yes, with all respect, that's precisely what came out of his mouth.
yeah fr fr that's wat he said
I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to affirm it.
I said so, dear Katharine, and I must not be shy about saying it.
I did say that, Katharine, and I'm not ashamed to say it.
i said it kate & i'm not ashamed to say it
_O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de tromperies._
Dear Lord! The languages and speech of men are brimming with deceit and falsehood.
My God! Everything men say is a lie.
oh god men just lie all the time
What says she, fair one? That the tongues of men are full of deceits?
What is she telling you? That men are liars through and through?
Is she saying that men are nothing but deceivers?
she saying men r all liars?
_Oui_, dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits: dat is de
Princess.
Yes, that the tongues of men are full of deceits: that is what the Princess says.
Yes, that's what the Princess says—men's words are all lies.
yeah that's wat the princess says—men's words r all lies
The Princess is the better Englishwoman. I’ faith, Kate, my wooing is
fit for thy understanding. I am glad thou canst speak no better
English; for if thou couldst, thou wouldst find me such a plain king
that thou wouldst think I had sold my farm to buy my crown. I know no
ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, “I love you”; then if
you urge me farther than to say, “Do you in faith?” I wear out my suit.
Give me your answer; i’ faith, do; and so clap hands and a bargain. How
say you, lady?
The Princess speaks better English than you do. Look Kate, my way of wooing is simple enough for you to understand. I'm glad you can't speak better English, because if you could, you would find me such a straightforward king that you would think I had sold my farm to buy my crown. I don't know how to be elegant or tricky in love—I just say directly 'I love you.' If you press me further than that, I've run out of words. Give me your answer directly, I ask you, and we'll shake hands on a bargain. What do you say, lady?
The Princess speaks better English than you do. Look Kate, my way of wooing is simple enough for you to follow. I'm actually glad you can't speak English perfectly, because if you could, you'd realize I'm such a plain, straightforward king that you'd think I sold my farm to buy my crown. I don't know how to be tricky or romantic about love. I just say it straight: I love you. If you want me to say anything else, I'm done. Just give me an answer and we'll make a deal. What do you say?
the princess speaks english better than u. look kate i'm straight w/ u. glad u don't speak perfect english or u'd know how plain i am. i don't do romance or games. i just say it: i love u. if u want more words i got nothing. just give me an answer & we make a deal. wat u say?
_Sauf votre honneur_, me understand well.
With respect to your honor, I understand well.
I understand you well, your majesty.
i understand u well your majesty
Marry, if you would put me to verses, or to dance for your sake, Kate,
why you undid me; for the one, I have neither words nor measure, and
for the other I have no strength in measure, yet a reasonable measure
in strength. If I could win a lady at leap-frog, or by vaulting into my
saddle with my armour on my back, under the correction of bragging be
it spoken, I should quickly leap into a wife. Or if I might buffet for
my love, or bound my horse for her favours, I could lay on like a
butcher and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off. But, before God, Kate,
I cannot look greenly, nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning
in protestation; only downright oaths, which I never use till urg’d,
nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this temper,
Kate, whose face is not worth sunburning, that never looks in his glass
for love of anything he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I speak
to thee plain soldier. If thou canst love me for this, take me; if not,
to say to thee that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the
Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou liv’st, dear Kate, take a
fellow of plain and uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee
right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places; for these
fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies’
favours, they do always reason themselves out again. What! a speaker is
but a prater: a rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg will fall; a straight
back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl’d pate will grow
bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow; but a good
heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or rather the sun and not the
moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course
truly. If thou would have such a one, take me; and take me, take a
soldier; take a soldier, take a king. And what say’st thou then to my
love? Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
Now, if you wanted me to write you poetry or dance for you, Kate, you'd destroy me. For poetry, I have neither the words nor the skill, and for dancing I have no grace, though I do have strength. If I could win a lady by playing leap-frog or by jumping into my saddle in full armor—without bragging too much—I would quickly leap into marriage. Or if I could win her by fighting for her, I could hit hard and ride well for her favors. But in truth, Kate, I cannot act lovesick or speak eloquently or make pretty speeches. I only know plain oaths, which I don't make lightly and never break once I've made them. If you can love a simple fellow like me, Kate, whose face isn't even worth tanning in the sun and who never admires himself in the mirror, then look with your eyes at me as a cook looks at her food. I'm speaking to you plainly as a soldier. If you can love me for this simple honesty, take me. If not, it's true I would die for you, but no, I won't lie about that. Yet I love you too. And while you live, dear Kate, take a man of simple, genuine honesty. He must be faithful to you because he doesn't have the gift to charm other women. These men with endless words, who can rhyme their way into women's hearts, just talk themselves back out again. A speaker is just a gossip; a poem is just a ballad. A good leg will wither; a straight back will bend; black hair will turn white; curly hair will bald; a beautiful face will age; bright eyes will grow hollow. But a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon—or really just the sun, not the moon—because it shines brightly and never changes, but stays true forever. If you want such a man, take me. Take me: take a soldier. Take a soldier: take a king. So what do you say to my love? Speak honestly, I pray you.
If you want me to write poems or dance for you, Kate, you'd be making a mistake. I can't write and I can't dance. But I can fight and ride a horse well. If winning a lady was about fighting or horseback riding, I'd win in a heartbeat. But I can't act lovesick or make pretty speeches. I only make plain, honest promises, and I never break them. Look, if you can love a simple guy like me whose face isn't worth bragging about and who never looks in mirrors, then look at me the way a cook looks at food. I'm being straight with you as a soldier should. If you can love me for being honest and straightforward, take me. If not, well, I won't lie and say I'd die of a broken heart—I might actually die but that's different. But I do love you. And while you live, dear Kate, marry a man who's simple and genuinely faithful. He has to treat you right because he can't charm anyone else. These guys who can talk and rhyme their way into women's hearts just talk themselves right back out. A pretty face ages, a strong body weakens, beauty fades. But a good heart, Kate, is like the sun—always shining, never changing, always true. If you want a man like that, take me. You're getting a soldier, you're getting a king. So what do you say?
if u wanted me to write poems or dance ur out of luck. i can't do either. i can fight & ride a horse tho. if u want lovesick speeches forget it. i don't do romance. i just make plain honest promises & i never break them. if u can love a simple guy like me who isn't even that good looking & never looks in mirrors, look at me. i'm being straight w/ u. if u love me for this, take me. pretty faces age, beauty fades but a good heart is like the sun—always bright & always true. if u want a guy like that, u got me. u get a soldier. u get a king. wat u say?
Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France?
Is it possible that I should love the enemy of France?
How can I love the enemy of France?
ur the enemy of france tho??? how am i supposed to love u??
No; it is not possible you should love the enemy of France, Kate; but,
in loving me, you should love the friend of France; for I love France
so well that I will not part with a village of it, I will have it all
mine; and, Kate, when France is mine and I am yours, then yours is
France and you are mine.
No, it is not possible you should love the enemy of France, Kate. But in loving me, you should love the friend of France, because I love France so well that I will not give up even one village of it—I will have all of it. And Kate, when France is mine and I am yours, then France is yours and I am yours.
No, you shouldn't love the enemy of France. But in loving me, you love the friend of France. I love France so much that I'm not giving up any part of it—I want all of it. But Kate, when France is mine and I'm yours, then France is yours too and I'm yours.
no don't love the enemy of france. but loving me means loving france's friend. i love france so much i'm keeping all of it. but when france is mine & i'm urs, then france is urs 2 & i'm urs
I cannot tell wat is dat.
I cannot understand what that means.
I don't understand what you mean.
i don't get it
No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which I am sure will hang upon my
tongue like a new-married wife about her husband’s neck, hardly to be
shook off. _Je quand sur le possession de France, et quand vous avez le
possession de moi_,—let me see, what then? Saint Denis be my
speed!—_donc votre est France, et vous êtes mienne._ It is as easy for
me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom as to speak so much more French. I
shall never move thee in French, unless it be to laugh at me.
No, Kate? I'll tell you in French, which I'm sure will cling to my tongue like a new bride clinging to her husband's neck, hard to shake off. When I have France and you have me, then France is yours and I am yours. It's as easy for me to conquer the kingdom as to speak more French. I'll probably just make you laugh with my French.
No? I'll tell you in French, though it'll stick to my tongue like a new bride hanging on her husband. When I have France and you have me, then France is yours and I'm yours. It's as easy for me to conquer the kingdom as to speak French. I'll probably just make you laugh with my French.
no? i'll tell u in french tho it'll be rough. when i have france & u have me, france is urs & i'm urs. i'm as good at french as conquering kingdoms—pretty bad lol. i'll prob just make u laugh w/ my french
_Sauf votre honneur, le français que vous parlez, il est meilleur que
l’anglais lequel je parle._
With all respect, the French you speak is better than the English which I speak.
Honestly, your French is better than my English.
youre actually good at this my english is rough
No, faith, is’t not, Kate; but thy speaking of my tongue, and I thine,
most truly-falsely, must needs be granted to be much at one. But, Kate,
dost thou understand thus much English: canst thou love me?
No, in truth it's not, Kate, but the way you speak my language and I speak yours must be granted to be about equal—perhaps both a little false. But Kate, do you understand this much English: can you love me?
No, it's not. But the way you speak English and I speak French must be about equal—probably both bad. But Kate, do you understand this: can you love me?
no ur french is fine but we both suck at languages probably. but can u understand this english: can u love me?
I cannot tell.
I cannot tell.
I cannot tell.
I cannot tell.
Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I’ll ask them. Come, I know thou
lovest me; and at night, when you come into your closet, you’ll
question this gentlewoman about me; and I know, Kate, you will to her
dispraise those parts in me that you love with your heart. But, good
Kate, mock me mercifully; the rather, gentle princess, because I love
thee cruelly. If ever thou beest mine, Kate, as I have a saving faith
within me tells me thou shalt, I get thee with scambling, and thou must
therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder. Shall not thou and I,
between Saint Denis and Saint George, compound a boy, half French, half
English, that shall go to Constantinople and take the Turk by the
beard? Shall we not? What say’st thou, my fair flower-de-luce?
Can any of your neighbors tell you, Kate? I'll ask them. Come, I know you love me, and at night when you go to your room, you'll ask this gentlewoman about me. And I know, Kate, that you'll tell her about the parts of me that you love in your heart. But sweet Kate, mock me gently—especially because I love you deeply. If you should ever become mine, Kate, and I know you will, then you must be a good mother of soldiers. Shall we not make a son together, between Saint Denis and Saint George, a boy half French, half English, who will go to Constantinople and grab the Turk by the beard? Shall we? What do you say, my fair lily?
Ask anyone around you, Kate—I know you love me. Tonight when you're alone, you'll ask this lady about me. I know you'll tell her about the things in me that you really love. But sweet Kate, laugh at me gently—especially since I love you so much. If you become mine—and I know you will—you'll need to be good at having soldier sons. Come on, shouldn't we make a son together, half French, half English, who'll go all the way to Constantinople and grab the Turk by the beard? Shouldn't we? What do you say?
ask anyone kate—i know u love me. tonight ur gonna ask the lady about me. i know u'll tell her about the things u love in me. but be nice about mocking me especially since i love u so much. if u become mine u gotta be good at having soldier sons. lets make a son together—half french half english—who'll go grab the turk by the beard. wat u say?
I do not know dat.
I do not know that.
I don't know about that.
idk about that
No; ’tis hereafter to know, but now to promise. Do but now promise,
Kate, you will endeavour for your French part of such a boy; and for my
English moiety, take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer you,
_la plus belle Katherine du monde, mon très cher et divin déesse?_
No, that's something to know in the future, but now just promise. Promise now, Kate, that you will do your part for the French side of such a boy. And for my English part, take the word of a king and a bachelor. How do you answer, the most beautiful Katherine in the world, my very dear and divine goddess?
You don't need to know that now, just promise. Promise me now that you'll do your part to make this son. I'll take the word of a king on the English side. How do you answer, most beautiful Katherine in the world, my dear and divine goddess?
u don't need to know now just promise. promise u'll do ur part for the french side of our son. i'm a king so trust me on the english side. how u answer, most beautiful katherine in the world, my dear divine goddess?
Your Majestee ’ave _fausse_ French enough to deceive de most _sage
demoiselle_ dat is _en France_.
Your Majesty has false French enough to deceive the wisest lady in France.
Your Majesty's French is false enough to trick any wise lady in France.
ur french is fake enough to trick any smart lady in france
Now, fie upon my false French! By mine honour, in true English, I love
thee, Kate; by which honour I dare not swear thou lovest me; yet my
blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and
untempering effect of my visage. Now, beshrew my father’s ambition! He
was thinking of civil wars when he got me; therefore was I created with
a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when I come to woo
ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better
I shall appear. My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer up of
beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast
me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and
better; and therefore tell me, most fair Katharine, will you have me?
Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart with the
looks of an empress; take me by the hand, and say, Harry of England, I
am thine; which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear withal, but I
will tell thee aloud, England is thine, Ireland is thine, France is
thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine; who, though I speak it before
his face, if he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the
best king of good fellows. Come, your answer in broken music; for thy
voice is music and thy English broken; therefore, queen of all,
Katharine, break thy mind to me in broken English. Wilt thou have me?
Forgive my false French! By my honor, in true English, I love you, Kate. I can't swear on my honor that you love me, but my heart begins to hope that you do, despite how my ugly face must look to you. Curse my father's ambition! He was thinking of civil wars when he made me, so I was born with a stubborn face and an iron look that frightens ladies when I try to court them. But Kate, the older I get, the better I'll look. My comfort is that old age, which ruins beauty, can't make my face worse than it already is. If you have me, you have me at my worst, and the longer you're with me, the better I'll seem. So tell me, most beautiful Katharine, will you have me? Drop your shyness, speak what your heart thinks with the confidence of an empress, take my hand, and say 'Henry of England, I am yours.' The moment those words bless my ear, I'll tell you loudly: England is yours, Ireland is yours, France is yours, and Henry Plantagenet is yours. And I can say this even though he's here—if he's not as good as the best king, you'll find he's the best king when it comes to being a good fellow. Come, answer me in broken music—your voice is music and your English is broken, so answer me in broken English, queen of all, Katharine. Will you have me?
Forget my bad French! I'm telling you honestly in English, Kate—I love you. I can't swear you love me, but I'm starting to hope you do, even though I know I'm not much to look at. My father was thinking about wars when he had me, so he gave me a stubborn face and an iron look that scares ladies. But Kate, I'll look better as I get older. At least my face can't get worse—I've got you at my worst and better from here on out. So answer me, Katharine, will you have me? Stop being shy, speak your heart like an empress, take my hand and say 'Henry of England, I'm yours.' The second you say that, I'll shout: England is yours, Ireland is yours, France is yours, and I'm yours. And I mean it—I'm not the fanciest king, but I'm the best kind of king—a good friend. So answer me now in your broken English, beautiful Katharine. Will you have me?
forget my bad french! i'm being honest now—i love u kate. i can't promise u love me but i'm hoping. i'm not pretty but my face won't get worse. i'm telling u everything now. stop being shy. take my hand & say ur mine. the second u say it i'll shout: england is urs, ireland is urs, france is urs & i'm urs. i'm not fancy but i'm a good king & a good friend. will u have me?
Dat is as it shall please _le roi mon père_.
That is as it shall please my father the king.
That depends on what my father wants.
depends on what my dad thinks
Burgundy's description of France ruined by war is remarkable partly because of its speaker: he is the man who arranged this peace conference, and he describes the cost of war with the precision of someone who has watched it up close. The image of peace as 'naked, poor, and mangled' — wounded by the same wars Henry prosecuted — sits in uncomfortable proximity to the Crispin speech's heroism. The vineyards unpruned, the fields growing wild, the children raised without education into savagery — this is the other side of Agincourt. Shakespeare doesn't resolve the tension; he holds both the glory and the ruin in the same play.
Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.
No, it will please him very well, Kate; it will please him, Kate.
No, it will make him very happy, Kate. Trust me.
no ur dad will love it kate. trust me
Den it sall also content me.
Then it shall make me happy too.
Then I'll be happy too.
then i be happy 2
Upon that I kiss your hand, and call you my queen.
In celebration of that promise, I do press my lips to your hand and proclaim you my queen.
To seal the deal, I'm kissing your hand and crowning you as my queen.
ok i'm kissing ur hand rn ur officially my queen
_Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez! Ma foi, je ne veux point que
vous abaissiez votre grandeur en baisant la main d’une—Notre
Seigneur!—indigne serviteur. Excusez-moi, je vous supplie, mon
très-puissant seigneur._
Stop, my lord, stop! By my faith, I don't want you to lower your dignity by kissing the hand of an unworthy servant. Please excuse me, my very powerful lord.
Stop, my lord! I don't want you to lower yourself by kissing my unworthy hand. Please, your majesty!
stop your majesty! don't lower urself kissing my hand. please!
Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.
Then your lips shall receive the honor of my kiss, Kate.
In that case, I'm kissing your lips, Kate.
then im kissing ur mouth kate no objections
_Les dames et demoiselles pour être baisées devant leurs noces, il
n’est pas la coutume de France._
It is not the custom in France for ladies and maidens to be kissed before their wedding.
It's not the custom in France to kiss ladies before they get married.
in france ladies don't get kissed b4 marriage
Madame my interpreter, what says she?
Madame my interpreter, what does she say?
Madam interpreter, what's she saying?
wat's she saying?
Dat it is not be de fashion _pour les_ ladies of France,—I cannot tell
wat is _baiser en_ Anglish.
That it is not the fashion for the ladies of France—I cannot tell what is 'kissing' in English.
That it's not how ladies in France do things—I can't say 'kissing' in English.
not how ladies in france do it—i can't say the english word
To kiss.
To kiss.
To kiss.
To kiss.
Your Majestee _entend_ bettre _que moi_.
Your Majesty understands better than I do.
You understand better than me, your majesty.
u understand better than me
It is not a fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are
married, would she say?
Is she indicating that the tradition of France forbids young women to kiss before taking their vows?
So she's saying French girls don't go around kissing before they get married?
so french girls gotta wait til marriage to kiss ppl got it
_Oui, vraiment._
Yes, truly.
Yeah, that's right.
yes
O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot
be confined within the weak list of a country’s fashion. We are the
makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places stops
the mouth of all find-faults, as I will do yours, for upholding the
nice fashion of your country in denying me a kiss; therefore, patiently
and yielding. [_Kissing her._] You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate;
there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of
the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England
than a general petition of monarchs. Here comes your father.
Oh Kate, polite customs bow down to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be bound by the weak rules of a country's fashion. We are the makers of manners, Kate, and the freedom that comes with our position silences all critics, as I will silence you for upholding the delicate fashion of your country in denying me a kiss. Therefore, with patience and submission I kiss you. You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sweet touch of them than in all the tongues of the French council, and that touch would persuade me faster than any petition from all the monarchs. Here comes your father.
Oh Kate, polite customs have to bow to great kings. You and I can't be bound by mere country customs. We're the makers of manners, Kate, and as rulers we can do what we want. So I'm not going to listen to your protest about French customs. I'll kiss you instead, and that's that. Your lips are magical, Kate—more convincing than all the French councilmen talking together. One kiss from you would persuade me faster than any king asking. Here comes your father.
oh kate polite customs bow to great kings. u & i aren't bound by country fashion. we make the rules. i'm not listening to ur protests about french customs. i'm kissing u & that's final. url lips r magical. more convincing than all the french council. one kiss from u beats any king asking. here comes ur dad
God save your Majesty! My royal cousin, teach you our princess English?
God save your Majesty! Cousin, are you instructing our princess in the English language?
Well, your Majesty, looks like you're giving our princess a lesson in English.
hey majesty. u giving princess english lessons?
I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I love her; and
that is good English.
I want her to understand, my cousin, the depth of my affection for her—and such devotion speaks excellent English.
What I want her to grasp, cousin, is just how deeply I care for her. That's the best English there is.
i want her to know how much i love her that's fluent english right there
Is she not apt?
Is she not quick to learn?
Is she not learning well?
she learning well?
Our tongue is rough, coz, and my condition is not smooth; so that,
having neither the voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot
so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will appear in his
true likeness.
Our language is rough, cousin, and my nature is not smooth. Since I have neither a flattering voice nor a flattering heart, I cannot summon up the spirit of love in her in such a way that it appears in its true form.
English is rough, cousin, and I'm not a smooth talker either. I don't know how to flatter her, so I can't make love appear to her in the pretty way it should.
our language is rough cousin & i'm not smooth w/ words. i don't know how to make love look pretty for her
Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I answer you for that. If you
would conjure in her, you must make a circle; if conjure up Love in her
in his true likeness, he must appear naked and blind. Can you blame her
then, being a maid yet ros’d over with the virgin crimson of modesty,
if she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing
self? It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid to consign to.
Forgive my blunt joking if I answer for her. If you want to summon Love in her, you must draw a magic circle. If you summon Love in his true form, he appears naked and blind. Can you blame her, being a maiden still blushing with the blush of modesty, if she refuses to see a naked blind boy while she herself is visible? It would be a hard condition for a maiden to accept.
Forgive me for joking, but if you want to summon Love, you have to draw a magic circle. And Love appears naked and blind. Can you blame her—she's a maiden blushing with modesty—if she doesn't want to see a naked blind boy? That would be hard for any girl to accept.
haha but if u summon love u need a magic circle. love shows up naked & blind. u can't blame her—she's shy & modest—for not wanting to see a naked blind boy. that's too much for any girl
Yet they do wink and yield, as love is blind and enforces.
Yet they do blink and give in, as love is blind and compels them.
But they give in anyway, because love is blind and makes them.
but they give in anyway cuz love is blind & u can't resist it
They are then excus’d, my lord, when they see not what they do.
They're excused, my lord, when they don't see what they're doing.
So they get a pass, my lord, when they can't see what's happening.
they're off the hook when they can't see what's going on
Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent winking.
Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to agree while closing her eyes.
Then teach your cousin to say yes while keeping her eyes shut.
teach your cousin to say yes with her eyes closed
I will wink on her to consent, my lord, if you will teach her to know
my meaning; for maids, well summer’d and warm kept, are like flies at
Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have their eyes; and then they
will endure handling, which before would not abide looking on.
I will close my eyes to her to get her to consent, my lord, if you will teach her to understand my meaning. Young women who have been sheltered and kept warm are like flies at summer's end—blind even though they have eyes—and then they will accept handling, which before they wouldn't even look at.
I'll close my eyes to her to make her agree, my lord, if you show her what I mean. Girls who've been pampered and kept warm are like flies when summer ends—they're blind even with eyes—and then they'll let you touch them, when before they couldn't even stand being looked at.
i'll hint she should agree if you explain what i mean young sheltered women are like blind flies at summer's end they'll accept touch when they wouldn't even let you look before
The Epilogue to Henry V is one of the most startling moves in Shakespeare's canon. After ninety minutes of building toward one of the greatest military and diplomatic triumphs in English history, the Chorus steps forward and essentially says: by the way, this all fell apart. Henry VI lost France and made England bleed — and 'which oft our stage hath shown' is a reminder that the Henry VI plays (Shakespeare's earliest histories) were already written and performed. The audience knew what came next. Henry V is structured as a triumph — but Shakespeare insists on framing it in time, making it explicitly historical and therefore explicitly temporary. 'Small time, but in that small most greatly lived' is an epitaph, not a victory shout. This is the play's most honest moment, and the most Shakespearean.
This moral ties me over to time and a hot summer; and so I shall catch
the fly, your cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too.
This lesson holds me over until summer ends, and so I'll catch the fly—your cousin—at the end, and she must be blind as well.
So I'll wait for summer to end, and then I'll catch the fly—your cousin—and she'll have to be blind too.
i'll wait for summer to end and catch her like a fly and she'll have to act blind
As love is, my lord, before it loves.
As love is, my lord, before it falls in love.
Like how love works, my lord—before it actually loves.
like how love works before it falls in love
It is so; and you may, some of you, thank love for my blindness, who
cannot see many a fair French city for one fair French maid that stands
in my way.
That's true. And you may, some of you, thank love for my blindness. I cannot see many a fair French city because one fair French woman stands in my way.
That's right. And some of you should thank love for my blindness—I can't see all those beautiful French cities because one beautiful French woman is blocking my view.
true. thank love for blinding me i can't see french cities when she's in the way
Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the cities turn’d into a
maid; for they are all girdled with maiden walls that no war hath
entered.
Yes, my lord, you see them in perspective—the cities become one maiden—because they are all surrounded with untouched maiden walls that no war has penetrated.
Right, you're looking at it from a romantic angle. Those French cities all look like one beautiful woman to you, don't they? That's because they're protected by pure walls that war has never touched.
yes, you see them through that lens cities become one maiden all virgin walls untouched by war
Shall Kate be my wife?
Will Kate be my wife?
So Kate will be my wife, then?
kate's gonna be my wife?
So please you.
If it pleases you.
Yes, if you want to.
if you wish
I am content, so the maiden cities you talk of may wait on her; so the
maid that stood in the way for my wish shall show me the way to my
will.
I am content, so the maiden cities you talk of may serve her. So the maid who stood in the way of my desire shall show me the way to my will.
I'm happy with that, so the maiden cities you mentioned can wait on her. So the maid who was blocking my desire will show me the way to what I want.
i'm good with it those maiden cities can serve her the woman blocking me will show me what i want
We have consented to all terms of reason.
We have agreed to all reasonable terms.
We've agreed to everything that makes sense.
we've agreed to all the fair terms
Is’t so, my lords of England?
Is that so, my lords of England?
Is that right, my lords of England?
that right, my lords?
The king hath granted every article;
His daughter first, and then in sequel all,
According to their firm proposed natures.
The king has granted every article—his daughter first, and then in sequence all the others, according to their firm proposed natures.
The king has agreed to every point—his daughter first, and then everything else that was proposed.
king agreed to it all his daughter first then everything else as promised
Only he hath not yet subscribed this: where your Majesty demands, that
the King of France, having any occasion to write for matter of grant,
shall name your Highness in this form and with this addition, in
French, _Notre très-cher fils Henri, Roi d’Angleterre, Héritier de
France_; and thus in Latin, _Praeclarissimus filius noster Henricus,
rex Angliae et haeres Franciae._
Only he has not yet signed this: whenever your Majesty needs to write for any matter of grant, the King of France shall name your Highness in this form and with this addition in French, 'Our very dear son Henry, King of England, Heir of France,' and thus in Latin, 'Our most illustrious son Henry, King of England and Heir of France.'
He just hasn't signed off on this: whenever your Majesty needs to write about any grants, the King of France must name you in this way—in French, 'Our very dear son Henry, King of England, Heir of France'—and in Latin too, 'Our most illustrious son Henry, King of England and Heir of France.'
he hasn't signed this yet france has to call you 'dear son henry, king of england, heir of france' in french and latin
Nor this I have not, brother, so denied
But our request shall make me let it pass.
I have not denied this, brother, but I will agree to let it pass.
I haven't turned this down, brother—I'll just agree to let it go.
haven't turned it down i'll agree to it
I pray you then, in love and dear alliance,
Let that one article rank with the rest;
And thereupon give me your daughter.
I ask you then, out of love and alliance, to treat that condition the same as all the others; and once you do, give me your daughter.
So I'm asking you, in the spirit of love and alliance, to let that one thing stand with the rest, and then give me your daughter.
i'm asking you in love let that count with the rest then give me your daughter
Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
Issue to me; that the contending kingdoms
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.
Take her, dear son, and from her blood raise up offspring for me, so that the competing kingdoms of France and England, whose very shores look pale with envy of each other's happiness, may stop their hatred; and let this dear union plant neighborly peace and Christian-like accord in their hearts, so that war never draws its bleeding sword between England and fair France.
Take her, dear son, and give me grandchildren through her, so the kingdoms of France and England—which are jealous of each other's happiness—can finally stop hating each other. Let this marriage plant peace and Christian unity in both countries, so war never lifts its sword between England and France again.
take her and give me heirs let france and england stop being jealous stop the hatred make peace between us keep war out forever
Amen!
Amen!
Amen!
Amen!
Now, welcome, Kate; and bear me witness all,
That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.
Now, welcome, Kate, and all of you witness this: here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.
Now welcome, Kate, and everyone watch this: I'm kissing her as my queen.
welcome kate everyone watch me kiss my queen
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 such a spousal,
That never may ill office, or fell jealousy,
Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate league;
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Receive each other. God speak this Amen!
God, the best maker of all marriages, combine your hearts into one, your realms into one! As man and wife, being two, are one in love, so may there be between your kingdoms such a union, that never may evil dealings or fierce jealousy—which often troubles blessed marriages—thrust themselves between the binding of these kingdoms, to make divorce of their united league. May English receive French people as French, and French receive English as Englishmen. God speak this Amen!
God, who is the best maker of all marriages, combine your hearts into one, your kingdoms into one! Just as a man and wife, though two, become one in love, so may your kingdoms be joined in such a way that evil dealings or fierce jealousy—which often troubles blessed marriages—never comes between them and breaks their bond. May the English and French welcome each other like brothers. God make this come true!
god combine your hearts and kingdoms like man and wife become one keep evil jealousy out let english and french embrace god make this amen
Amen!
Amen!
Amen!
Amen!
Prepare we for our marriage; on which day,
My Lord of Burgundy, we’ll take your oath,
And all the peers’, for surety of our leagues,
Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me;
And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be!
Let us prepare for our marriage, and on that day, my lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath and the oaths of all the nobles for the security of our leagues. Then I shall swear to Kate, and you to me, and may our oaths be well kept and bring prosperity!
Let's get ready for the marriage. On that day, my lord of Burgundy, we'll have you and all the nobles swear oaths to secure our agreement. Then I'll swear to Kate and you to me, and I hope our oaths bring us luck and prosperity!
let's prep for the wedding you'll swear with all the nobles i'll swear to kate, you to me may it bring us luck
Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursu’d the story,
In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
Small time, but in that small most greatly lived
This star of England. Fortune made his sword,
By which the world’s best garden he achieved,
And of it left his son imperial lord.
Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown’d King
Of France and England, did this king succeed;
Whose state so many had the managing,
That they lost France and made his England bleed:
Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake,
In your fair minds let this acceptance take.
Thus far, with rough and unequal pen, our humble author has pursued the story, confining mighty men in little space, breaking up the full course of their glory in fragments. In a short time, but within that short time, this star of England lived greatly. Fortune made his sword, by which he conquered the world's best garden, and left his son as an imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, crowned King of France and England as an infant, succeeded this king. His affairs were managed by so many that they lost France and made his England suffer. Which our stage has often shown, and for their sake, let this acceptance take place in your fair minds.
I've told this story as best I could with this rough pen. Our humble author has followed the plot, squeezing mighty men into a small space and breaking up their great achievements into pieces. In a short time, but in that time, England's brightest star lived greatly. Fortune gave him his sword, which conquered the world's greatest land, and he left his son as a supreme ruler. Henry the Sixth, crowned King of France and England as a baby, came after him. But so many people tried to run his kingdom that they lost France and caused England to bleed. Our stage has shown this before, and for their sake, please accept this play kindly.
this rough pen told the story confining mighty men in small space but in that time henry shined fortune gave him his sword he won the world's garden left his son as lord henry vi succeeded him too many tried to rule lost france, england bled accept this kindly
The Reckoning
The play ends where it has been heading: a king who conquered France with an army must now conquer one French princess with the only weapon he admits to not having — eloquence. The wooing scene is funny and charming, and also slightly unsettling: Henry gets everything he wants, and Katharine's consent is given only when her father consents. The Epilogue then gently demolishes everything by telling us Henry VI lost France and 'made his England bleed.' The triumphant ending is not the ending. Shakespeare is too honest to pretend otherwise.
If this happened today…
After a hostile acquisition, the CEO has to sit in a room and personally charm the daughter of the company he just took over into agreeing to become his CFO — knowing perfectly well the merger is already signed and she doesn't really have a choice. He's actually quite charming about it. She's actually quite amused. The deal closes. Then the annual report notes that his successor ran the company into the ground within a decade.