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(They hang their heads. No hope to have redress? my body shall Pay recompence, if you will grant my suit.
[They shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice, Intreat you to your wonted furtherance? Then, take my soul; my body, foul and all; Before that England give the French the foil.
(They depart. See, they forsake me. Now the time is come, That France must vail her lofty plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap. My ancient incantations are too weak, And Hell too strong for me to buckle with: Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft. (Exit. Excursions. Pucelle and York fight hand to hand.
Pucelle is taken. I'he French fly. York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast. Unchain your fpirits now with spelling Charms, And try if they can gain your liberty. A goodly prize, fit for the devil's Grace ! See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, As if, with Circe, she would change my shape.
Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer shape thou canst not be.
York. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man; No shape, but his, can please your dainty eye. Pucel. A plaguing mischief light on Charles and
thee! And may ye both be suddenly surpriz’d By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! York. Fell, banning hag! inchantress, hold thy
tongue. Pucel. I prythee, give me leave to curse a while. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comeft to the stake,
Alarm. Enter Suffolk, with Lady Margaret in his hand. Suf. B E what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner,
[Gazes on her. Oh, faireft beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will touch thee but with reverend hands: I kiss these fingers for eternal peace, And lay them gently on thy tender side. Who art thou? say; that I may honour thee.
Mar. Margaret, my name; and daughter to a King; The King of Naples; whosoe'er thou art.
Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be fo,
Suf. How canít thou tell, she will deny thy suit, Before thou make a trial of her love ? (Aside.
Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransom muft
Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed: She is a woman, therefore to be won. (Afide.
Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no?
Suf. Fond man! remember, that thou hast a wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour ? Afide.
Mar. 'Twere best to leave him, for he will not hear.
Suf. I'll win this lacy Margaret. For whom? Why, for my King: Tush, that's a wooden thing.
Mar. He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.
Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfy'd, And Peace established between these realms. But there remains a scruple in that too: For though her father be the King of Naples, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet he is poor ; And our Nobility will scorn the match. [ Aside.
Mar. Hear ye me, Captain? are ye not at leisure?
Suf. It shall be fo, disdain they ne'er so much :
Mar. What tho' I be enthrall’d, he seems a Knight, And will not any way dishonour me. [Aside.
Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French ; And then I need not crave his courtesy. [ Aside.
Suf. Sweet Madam, give me hearing in a cause. Mar. Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
[Ajide. Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so ? Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.
Suf. Say, gentle Princess, would you not suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a Queen ? Mar. To be a Queen in Bondage, is more vile
Than is a slave in base servility;
Suf. And fo fhall you,
Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
Suf. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's Queen,
Suf. No, gentle Madam; I unworthy am
my father please, I am content.
S CE N E
Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls.
S Reig. To whom?
Suf. To me.
Reig. Suffolk, what remedy?
Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
Suf. Fair Margaret knows,
Reig. Upon thy princely Warrant I defcend;
Trumpets found. Enter Reignier.
Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy in so sweet a child, Fit to be made companion of a King: What answer inakes
your Grace unto my suit ? Reig. Since thou doft deign to woo her little worth, To be the Princely bride of such a lord ; Upon condition I may quietly Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou, Free from oppression or the stroke of war, My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
Suf. That is her ranfom, I deliver her;
Reig. And I again in Henry's Royal name,
Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace The Christian Prince King Henry, were he here. Mar. Farewel, my lord: good wishes, praise and
pray'rs Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. (She is going