To raise so great a siege. Therefore, great King,
We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
Enter our gates; dispose of us and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.

KING HENRY.
Open your gates. Come, uncle Exeter,
Go you and enter Harfleur; there remain,
And fortify it strongly 'gainst the French.
Use mercy to them all. For us, dear uncle,
The winter coming on, and sickness growing
Upon our soldiers, we will retire to Calais.
To-night in Harfleur will we be your guest;
To-morrow for the march are we addrest.

[Flourish. [The King and his train] enter the town.]



SCENE IV. The French King's palace.

[Enter Katharine and [Alice,] an old Gentlewoman.]

KATHARINE.
Alice, tu as ete en Angleterre, et tu parles bien le langage.

ALICE.
Un peu, madame.

KATHARINE.