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SCENE V. Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls
Suf. See, Reignier, see thy daughter prisoner.
Reig. Suffolk, what remedy?
Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my Lord.
Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks ?
Suf. Fair Margaret knows,
Reig. Upon thy princely warrant I descend,
Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier.
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;
Rcig. And I again in Henry's Royal,name,
Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks;
To be mine own attorney in this case. [Afide.
Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
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!"
Shep. Out, out my Lords, an' please you, 'tis
Shep. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be fo obstacle :
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
vengeance at the gates of heav'n.
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
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 !
Car. Lord Regent, I do greet your Excellence
York. Is all our travel turn'd to this effect?
War. Be patient, York; if we conclude a peace,
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,