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 supposed the founder of this law;
died within the year of our redemption
Four hundred twenty-six; and Charles the Great
Subdued the Saxons,
and did seat the French
Beyond the river Sala, in the year
Eight hundred five. Besides, their writers say,
Pepin, which deposed Childeric,
Did, as heir general, being descended
Of Blithild, which was daughter to
Make claim and title to the crown of France.
Hugh Capet also, who usurped the crown
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,
'Through, in pure truth, it was corrupt and naught,
Convey'd himself as
heir to the Lady Lingare,
Daughter to Charlemain, who was the son
To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis
Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth,
Who was sole heir to the usurper Capet,
not keep quiet in his conscience,
Wearing the crown of France, till satisfied
That fair Queen Isabel, his
Was lineal of the Lady Ermengare,
Daughter to Charles the foresaid duke of Lorraine:
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
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
Than amply to imbar their crooked titles
Usurp'd from you and your progenitors.
KING HENRY V
May I with right and conscience make this claim?
The sin upon my head, dread sovereign!
For in the book of Numbers is it writ,
When the man dies, let the
Descend unto the daughter. Gracious lord,
Stand for your own; unwind your bloody flag;
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
Making defeat on the full power of France,
Whiles his most mighty father on a hill
to behold his lion's whelp
Forage in blood of French nobility.
O noble English. that could entertain
half their forces the full Pride of France
And let another half stand laughing by,
All out of work and cold
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
Is in the very May-morn of his youth,
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth
Do all expect that you should rouse yourself,
As did the
former lions of your blood.
They know your grace hath cause and means and might;
So hath your highness; never king of England
nobles richer and more loyal subjects,
Whose hearts have left their bodies here in England
And lie pavilion'd
in the fields of France.
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
in to any of your ancestors.
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