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SCENE V. Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls

Suf. See, Reignier, see thy daughter prisoner.
Reig. To whom
Suf. To me.

Reig. Suffolk, what remedy?
I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
Or to exclaim on Fortune's fickleness.

Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my Lord.
Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King:
Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto
And this her eaty-held imprisonment
Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.

Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks ?

Suf. Fair Margaret knows,
That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or fain.

Reig. Upon thy princely warrant I descend,
To give thee answer of thy just demand.
Suf. And here I will expect thy coming.

Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier.
Reig. Welcome, brave Earl, into our territories;
Command in Anjou what your Honour pleafes,

Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy in fo sweet a child, Fit to be made companion of a King. What answer makes your Grace unto my suit ?

Reig. Since thou dost 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 ransom, I deliver her;
And those two counties I will undertake
Your Grace thall well and quietly enjoy.

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

Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks;
Because this is in traffic of a King.
And vet methinks I could be well content


To be mine own attorney in this case. [Afide.
l'll over then to England with this news,
And make this marriage to be solemniz'd:
So farewel, Reignier, fet this diamond safe
In golden palaces, as it becomes.

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.

Suf. Farewel, sweet Madam; hark you, Margaret; No princely commendations to my King ?

Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, A virgin, and his servant, say to him.

Suf. Words sweetly place’d, and modestly directed. But, Madam, I must trouble you again; No loving token to his Majesty?

Mar. Yes, my good Lord, a pure unspotted heart, Never yet taint with love, I send the King. Suf. And this withal.

[Killes her. Mar. That for thyself I will not so presume, To send such peevish * tokens to a King.

Suf. O, wert thou for myself !-but, Suffolk, stay ; Thou may ft not wander in that labyrinth; There minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk. Solicit Henry with her wondrous 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'st to kňeel at Henry's feet, Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonder.

[Exeunt. SC É N E VI. Entër York, Warwick, a Shepherd and Pucelle. York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to burn,

Shep: Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart outright, Have I fought ev'ry country far and near, And now it is my chance to find thee out, Must I behold thy timeless, cruel, death!

* Peevi,,, for childish. VOL, IV. 3 E


Ah, Joan, sweet daughter, I will die with thee.

Pucel. Decrepit 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
I did beget her, all the parish knows : [not fo;
Her mother, living yet, can testify,
She was the first fruit of

my bach’lorship.
War. Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage ?
Tork. This argues what her kind of life hath been,
Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.

Shep. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be fo obstacle :
God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh,
And for thy fake have I shed many a tear;
Deny me not, I pray thee, gentle Joan.

Pucel. Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd'this man Of purpose to obfcure 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 girt. Wilt thou not stoop ? now cursed be the time Of thy nativity! I would the milk Thy mother gave thee when thou suck her breast Had been a little ratsbane for thy fake : Or else, when thou didst keep my fambs a-field, I wila some rav'nous wolf had eaten thee. Dost thou deny thy father; cursed drab ? O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. [Exit.

York. Take her away, for the hath liv'd too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.

Pucel. First let me tell you whom you have conNot me begotten of a shepherd swain, [demn'd: But iffu'd from the progeny of kings; Virtuous and holy, chosen from above, By infpiration of celestial grace, To work exceeding miracles on earth I never had to do with wicked spirits. But you that are polluted with your fusts, Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, Because you want the grace that others have, * i. c, wretch.


You judge it straight a thing impossible
To compafs wonders, but by help of devils.
No; mifconceived Joan of Arc hath been
A virgin from her tender infancy,
Chalte and immaculate in very thought;
Whose maiden blood, thus rig'roully effus'd,


vengeance at the gates of heav'n.
York. Ay, ay; away with her to execution.
· War. And hark ye, Sirs; because she is a maid,
Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
Place pitchy barrels on the fatal stake,
That so her torture may be shortened.

Pucel. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts? Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity, That warranteth by law thy privilege. I am with child, ye bloody homicides : Murther not then the frụit within my womb, Although ye hale me to a violent death. [child!

York. Now heav'n forfend! the holy maid with

War. The greatest miracle that ere you wrought; Is all your striet preciseness come to this?

York. She and the Dauphin have been juggling : I did imagine what would be her refuge.

War. Well, go to; we will have po bastards live; Especially since Charles must father it.

Pucel. You are deceiv’d; my child is none of his It was Alanfon that

enjoy'd my

love. York. * It dies, an' if it had a thousand lives. Pucel. O, give me leave, I have deluded you; 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the Duke I nam’d, But Reignier, King of Naples, that prevail'd.

War. A married man! that's most intolerable. York. Why, here's a girl; I think she knows not (There were so many) whom she may accuse. [well

War. It's sign the hath been liberal and free.

York. And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure. Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee: Vse no intreaty, for it is in vain.

Pucel. Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my May never glorious sun reflect his beams [curfe.

* York. Alanfon! that notorinus M..chiavel! It wies, &c.


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Upon the country where you make abode !
But darkness and the gloomy thade 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 ashes,
Thou foul accursed minister of hell !
SCENE VII. Enter Cardinal of Winchester.

Car. Lord Regent, I do greet your Excellence
With letters of commission from the King.
For know, my Lords, the states of Chriltendom,
Mov’d with remorfe of these outrageous broils,
Have earnestly implor'd a gen'ral peace
Betwixt our nation and th' respiring French;
And see at hand the Dauphin and his train
Approaching to confer about some matters.

York. Is all our travel turn'd to this effect?
After the slaughter of so many Peers,
So many captains, gentlemen, and foldiers,
That in this quarrel have been overthrown,
And fold their bodies for their country's benefit,
Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace ?
Have we not loft most part of all the towns,
By treason, falsehood, and by treachery,
Our great progenitors had conquered ?
Oh, Warwick, Warkwick! I foresee with grief
The utter loss of all the realm of France.

War. Be patient, York; if we conclude a peace,
It shall be with such strict and severe covenants,
As little thall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
Enter Dauphin, Alanson, Bastard, and Reignier,

Dau. Since, Lords of England, it is thus agreed, That peaceful' truce shall be proclaim'd in France, We come to be informed by yourselves, What the conditions of that league must be.

York. Speak, Winchefter; for boiling choler chokes The hollow påsfage of my prison'd voice, By fight of these our baleful enemies.

Win: Charles and the rest, it is enacted thus:. That in regard King Henry gives consent,


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