K. Henry. My Lords Ambaffadors, your fev'ral fuits Have been confider'd and debated on; Your purpose is both good and reasonable : K. Henry. In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection. And fo, my Lord Protector, fee them guarded, [Exeunt King and train. Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you fhall firft receive The fum of money which I promised Should be deliver'd to his Holiness, For clothing me in these grave ornaments. Legate. I will attend upon your Lordship's leifure. Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow, Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer. Humphry of Glo'fter, thou fhalt well perceive, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Changes to France. Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanfon, Baftard, Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle. Dau. These news, my Lords, may cheer our droop'Tis said, the stout Parifians do revolt, [ing fpirits: And turn again unto the warlike French. Alan. Then march to Paris, Royal Charles of France, And keep not back your pow'rs in dalliance. Pucel. Peace be among them if they turn to us, Elfe ruin combat with their palaces. 3 D 2 ་་ Enter Enter Scout. Scout. Succefs unto our valiant General, And happinefs to his accomplices! Dau. What tidings fend our scouts ? I pr'ythee, speak, Scout. The English army, that divided was Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one, And means to give you battle prefently. Dau. Somewhat too fudden, Sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them. Burg. I trust the ghoft of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my Lord, you need not fear. Pucel. Of all bafe paffions fear is molt accurs'd. Command the conqueft. Charles, it fhall be thine : Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. Dau. Then on, my Lords, and France be fortunate. [Exeunt, Alarm excurfious. Enter Joan la Pucelle. Purel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. Now help, ye charming fpells and periapts; And, ye choice fpirits, that admonish me, And give me figns of future accidents; You fpeedy helpers, that are fubftitutes Under the lordly monarch of the north, Appear, and aid me in this enterprise. Enter Fiends. This fpeedy quick appearance argues proofyour accuftom'd diligence to me. Of Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd Out of the pow'rful legions under earth, [Thunder Help me this once, that France may get the field. [They walk and speak not. Oh, hold me not with filence over long ' Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, [They hang their heads. No hope to have redrefs? my body fhall [They shake their heads. Cannot my body nor my blood-facrifice Intreat Intreat you to your wonted furtherance? See, they forfake me. Now the time is come, Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft. [Exit. Excurfions. Fucelle and York fight hand to hand. Pucelle is taken. The French fly. York. Damfel of France, I think I have you faft. Unchain your fpirits now with fpelling charms, And try if they can gain your liberty. A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! Pucel. Change'd to a worfer fhape thou canst not be. York Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man; No fhape but his can please your dainty eye. Pucel. A plaguing mifchieflight on Charles and thee! And may ye both be fuddenly furpris'd By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds! York.Fell,banning hag! inchantrefs, hold thy tongue, Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to cure a while. York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the [Exeunt. ftake. Alarm. Enter Suffolk, with Lady Margaret in his hand. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prifoner. [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. 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 Be not offended, nature's miracle, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me: So doth the fwan her downy cygnets 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 fhe not here thy pris'ner? Ay; beauty's princely majefty is fuch, Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes rough. Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be fo, What ranfom muft I pay before I pass? For I perceive I am thy prifoner. Suf. How canft thou tell fhe will deny thy fuit, Before thou make a trial of her love? [Afide. Mar. Why fpeak'ft thou not? what ranfom 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 ranfom, yea, or no? Suf. Fond man! remember that thou haft a wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? [Afide. Mar. 'Twere best 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 *. Yet fo my fancy may be fatisfy'd, And peace established between these realms. *Why, for my King: Tufh, that's a wooden thing. Mar. He talk's of woed: it is fome carpenter, Suf. Yet fo my fancy, &c. But But there remains a fcruple in that too: For though her father be the King of Naples, 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 inthrall'd, he seems a Knight. And will not any way dishonour me. Suf. Lady, vouchfafe to liften what I fay. [Afide. [Afide Mar. Perhaps I fhall be refcu'd by the French, And then I need not crave his courtesy. Suf. Sweet Madam give me hearing in a caufe. Mar. Tufh, women have been captivate ere now t. [Afide. Suf. Say', gentle Princefs, would you not fuppofe Your bondage happy, to be made a Queen? Mar. To be a Queen in bondage, is more vile Than is a flave in bafe 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 fceptre in thy hand, And fet a precious crown upon thy head, Mar. What? Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. Suf. Then call our captains and our colours forth; captive ere now, Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you fo? Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. Suf. Say, gentle Princefs, &c. SCENE |