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So you do condescend to help me now.

[They hang their heads.

No hope to have redress? my body fhall
Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit.

[They shake their heads.

Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,
Intreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then, take my foul; my body, foul and all;
Before that England give the French the foil.

[They depart.
See, they forfake me. Now the time is come,
That France muft vail her lofty plumed crest,
And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,
And Hell too ftrong for me to buckle with:
Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft. [Exit.
Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight hand to hand.
Pucelle is taken. The French fy.

York. Damfel of France, I think, I have you fast. Unchain your fpirits now with fpelling 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, fhe would change my fhape.
Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer fhape 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 fleeping on your beds!

York. Fell, banning hag! inchantress, hold thy tongue.

Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a-while. York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the ftake.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE IV.

Alarm. Enter Suffolk, with Lady Margaret in his hand.

Suf.

B

E what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
[Gazes on her.

Oh, fairest 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 fide.
Who art thou? say; that I may honour thee.

Mar. Margaret, my name; and daughter to a King;

The King of Naples; whofoe'er thou art.

Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Be not offended, Nature's miracle,

Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:

So doth the Swan her downy cignets fave,
Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings.
Yet if this fervile ufage once offend,

Go and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. [She is going.
Oh, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
My hand would free her, but my heart fays, no.
As plays the fun upon the glaffy freams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,

So feems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
Fie, De la Pole, difable not thy felf:

Haft not a tongue? is the not here thy pris'ner ?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's fight?
Ay; beauty's princely majefly is such,

Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes rough.
Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be so,
What ranfom muft I pay before I pafs?

For, I perceive, I am thy prifoner.

Suf. How cant thou tell. fhe will deny thy fuit, Before thou make a trial of her love?

[Afide.

Mar.

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Mar. Why speak'ft thou not? what ransom muft I pay? 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 haft a wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? [Afide. Mar. 'Twere beft to leave him, for he will not hear. Suf. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. Mar. He talks at random; fure, the man is mad. Suf. And yet a difpenfation may be had.

Mar. And yet I would, that thou would answer me. Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? Why, for my King: Tufh, that's a wooden thing. Mar. He talks of wood: it is fome carpenter. Suf. Yet fo my fancy may be fatisfy'd, And Peace established between these realms. But there remains a fcruple 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 fcorn the match.

[Afide. Mar. Hear ye me, Captain? are ye not at leisure? Suf. It fhall be fo, difdain they ne'er fo much : Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.

Madam, I have a fecret to reveal.

Mar. What tho' I be enthrall'd, he feems a Knight,

And will not any way dishonour me.

[Afide.

Suf. Lady, vouchfafe to liften what I fay.

Mar. Perhaps, I fhall be refcu'd by the French;

And then I need not crave his courtesy.

[Afide.

Suf. Sweet Madam, give me hearing in a cause. Mar. Tufh, women have been captivate ere now.

[Afide.

Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you fo?

Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo. Suf. Say, gentle Princefs, would you not suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a Queen? Mar. To be a Queen in Bondage, is more vile

Than

Than is a flave in base fervility;
For Princes fhould be free.

Suf. And fo fhall you,

If happy England's Royal King be free.

Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? Suf. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's Queen, To put a golden Scepter in thy hand,

And fet a precious Crown upon thy head,
If thou wilt condefend to be my

Mar. What?
Suf. His love.

Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. Suf. No, gentle Madam; I unworthy am To woo fo fair a dame to be his wife; And have no portion in the choice myself. How fay you, Madam, are you so content? Mar. An if my father please, I am content. Suf. Then call our Captains and our colours forth. And, Madam, at your father's caftle-walls, We'll crave a parley to confer with him.

Suf.

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SCENE V.

Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls.

E E, Reignier, fee thy daughter prifoner.
Reig. To whom?

Suf. To me.

Reig. Suffolk, what remedy?

I am a foldier, and unapt to weep,

Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord: Confent, and for thy honour give confent, Thy daughter fhall be wedded to my King; Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto; And this her eafy-held imprifonment Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty. Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?

Suf.

Suf. Fair Margaret knows,

That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or fain.
Reig. Upon thy princely Warrant I defcend;
To give thee anfwer of thy juft demand.
Suf. And here I will expect thy Coming.

Trumpets found. Enter Reignier.

Reig. Welcome, brave Earl, into our territories;
Command in Anjou, what your Honour pleases.
Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy in so sweet a child,
Fit to be made companion of a King:

What answer makes your Grace unto my suit?
Reig. Since thou doft deign to woo her little worth,
To be the Princely bride of fuch a lord;
Upon condition I may quietly

Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
Free from oppreffion or the ftroke of war,
My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
Suf. That is her ranfom, I deliver her;
And those two Countries, I will undertake,
Your Grace fhall well and quietly enjoy.

Reig. And I again in Henry's Royal name,
As Deputy unto that gracious King,
Give thee her hand for fign of plighted faith.

Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, Because this is in traffic of a King.

And yet, methinks, I could be well content
To be mine own Attorney in this cafe.
I'll over then to England with this News,
And make this marriage to be folemniz'd:
So farewel, Reignier; fet this diamond fafe
In golden Palaces, as it becomes.

[Afide.

Reig. 1 do embrace thee, as I would embrace The Chriftian Prince King Henry, were he here. Mar. Farewel, my lord: good wishes, praise and

pray'rs

Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.

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