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Suf. Farewel, :sweet Madam, hark you, Margaret No Princely commendations to my King ? Mar. Such commendations as become a maid,
. SufWords sweetly plac'd, and modestly directed, But, Madam, I muft trouble you again, No loving token to his Majefty?.
Mar. Yes, my good lord, a pure unfpotted heart,) Never yet taint with love, I send the King, Suf. And this withal.
::. [Kisses her. Mar. That for thyfelf-I will not so presunie, To send such peevish tokens to a King.
Suf. O, wert thou for'myself!-but, Suffolk, stay; ) Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth;;; There Minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk. Solicit Henry with her wond'rous praise, Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount, Her nat'ral graces that extinguish art; Repeat their semblance often on the seas; That, when thou com'ft to kneel at Henry's feet, 5.7 Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonder. e)
[Exeunt. S CE N E VI.
York. BRING forth, chat
, Sorceress, condemn`d to :
Enter York, Warwick, a shepherd, and Pucelle. York.
burn..! 10 Shep. Ah, Joan! This kills thy father's heart outHave I fought ev'ry Country far and near, (right. And now it is my chance to find thee out, Must I behold thy timeless, cruel, death! Ah, Joan, sweet daughter, I will die with thee. : ;
Pucel. Decripit mifer! base ignoble wretch ! I am descended of a gentler blood. Thou art no father, nor no friend of mine. Shep. Out, out! my lords, an please you, 'tis
not for;; i VOL V.
I did beget her, all the parish knows:
War. Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage?
York. This argues what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile, and so her death concludes.
Shep. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle :
Pucel. Peasant, ayaunt ! You have suborn'd this
Of purpose to obscure my noble Birth.
Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, The morn that I was wedded to her mother. Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. Wilt thou not stoop? now cursed be the time Of thy nativity! I would, the milk, Thy mother gave thee when thou fuck dit her breast, Had been a little ratsbane for thy fake: Or else, when thou did ft keep my lambs a-field, I wish fome rav'nous wolf had eaten thee. Doft thou deny thy father, cursed drab? O, burn her, bum her; hanging is too good.
Because you want the grade, that others have,
vengeance at the gates of heay'n.
War. And heark ye, Sirs; because she is a maid,
York. She and the Dauphin have been juggling: I did imagine, what would be her refuge.
War. Well, go to ; we will have no bastards live; Especially, since Charles muft father it.
Pucel. You are deceiv'd, my child is none of his į
York. Alanson! that notorious Machiavel!
Pucel. O, give me leave, I have deluded you;
War. A married man! that's most intolerable.
War. It's fign, she hath been liberal and free.'
York. And yet forfooth, she is'a virgin pure. Strumpet, ihy words condemn thy brat and thee: Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
Pucel. Then lead me hence with whom I leave my May never glorious fun reflect his beams [curse. Upon the country where you make abode ! But darkness and the gloomy fhade of death' Inviron you, 'till mischief and despair Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourselves!
[Exit guarded. York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to alhes, Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
SC EN E
Enter Cardinal of Winchester. Car. L With letters of
Commilion from the King.
York. Is all our travel turn'd to this effect ?
many Captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
of all the towns, By reason, falfhood, and by treachery, Our great progenitors had conquered ?
* Betwixt our nation and th' aspiring French ;] But would an Ambas. fador, who came to perfuade Peace with France, use it as an Argu. ment, that France was aspiring. Shakespear without doubt wrote.
-th' respiring French. 1. c. who had but just got into Breath again, after having been alxnost bunted down by the English.
Oh, Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief $
War. Be patient, York; if we conclude a Peace,
Enter Charles, Alanson, Bastard, and Reignier,
Char. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed,
York. Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
Win. Charles and thereft, it is enacted thus:
Alan. Must he be then a lhadow of himself?
Char. 'Tis known, already that I am poffeft