[Enter Bulmahvere and Leighbuhman] Bulmahvere: He shall buckle his knavish heart under French heat. Leighbuhman: We shall find him therefore and pitch him from the balcony. Bulmahvere: Oh, nay; do not let it be so. I should not want to hear the sickish sounds. Leighbuhman: The dagger then. Bulmahvere: Oh how repulsive! I should not want to soil the sleeve of my shirt with blood. Leighbuhman: Shoot him with an arrow then! Bulmahvere: I am certain I know not how to work one of those. Leighbuhman: Poison him then!! Bulmahvere: What with? Leighbuhman: Traditionally, with poison!! Use hemlock. Bulmahvere: True my lord, but where shall I find this hemlock? Leighbuhman: Try the merchant's huts or roam the fields. Bulmahvere: And pray thee how does he seem, so that I may find him. Leighbuhman: Find thy bed.and stay to it! I shall see to this deed. Bulmahvere: Nay, I shall assist thee, for if I do not go with thee I shan't receive my wages. [Enter Jean Found and Natalie] Found: And what cods do swim `ere eh? I've spoke with captain Vereshay. He said he'd have ye thrown in but he wants no part of ye. Natalie: Fie and a pox upon ye fools. Worthless drunkards. Leighbuhman: What a mouth you have miss Natalie! Should it be mentioned that your toungue doth wave so, the church'd excommunicate thee. Found: Be praised that we don't need to concern ourselves with that. Because should people be telling things, I should have a few things of my own to tell.and know whom to tell. Bulmahvere: Out! Out! You foul thorns! We've need of privacy. Found: No, Ye've need of wits and manners. Faretheeworst, fools. [Exit Natalie and Jean Found] Leighbuhman: Well spoken Bulmahvere. Now to Kings and poisons. I will provide the hemlock you shall mix the concoction as to my directions, and we shall execute the King some two days hence.

[Scene three, enter Harry of England and Katherine] King: How bodes thee fair Katherine? Katherine: In a state of worry and fear, doth I bode. I fear France, like a child of an unloving father. He threatens me and mine. Leave now my King. Let us go back to England. Let us return, my father no longer lives and France lives no longer for me. Poor fickle we. Let us not tarry, My Lord. King: I will not lose France. It is mine. My love for you, for England, for France. I would abandoned you not. I cannot, in my conscious abandon France. Not in its state. Katherine: We shall surely die. Can we not escape to England and leave France in our wake. King: Nay. Katherine: Alas, catalogue this as our time of death. Greed begets death, my Lord. Those are the bedfellows that stalk us even now. We shall be found together in our bed of folly and greed, the greatest King and Queen of eternity. The pale rulers of wild kingdoms. King: Speak no more. I have heard this. If lose I England, no more am I Welsh. If lose I France, no more am I King of anything more than what my father hath given unto me. No better am I than he. I shall keep what is mine.