So you do condescend to help me now. [They hang their heads. No hope to have redress? my body fhall [They shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, [They depart. 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! 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. Oh, fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will touch thee but with reverend hands: And lay them gently on thy tender fide. 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, Go and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. [She is going. So feems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. Haft not a tongue? is the not here thy pris'ner ? Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes rough. 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. 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; 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, Mar. What? 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. SE SCENE V. Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls. E E, Reignier, fee thy daughter prifoner. 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. Trumpets found. Enter Reignier. Reig. Welcome, brave Earl, into our territories; What answer makes your Grace unto my suit? Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou, Reig. And I again in Henry's Royal name, 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 [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. |