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Enter Fiends.

This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accuftom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd

Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk about, and speak not.

O, hold me not with filence over-long!

Where I was wont to feed
you with
my blood,
I'll lop a member off, and give it you,
In earnest of a further benefit;
So you do condescend to help me now.-

[They bang their heads.

No hope to have redress ?My body shall
Pay recompenfe, if you will grant my fuit.

[They hake their heads.

Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice,
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then take my foul; my body, foul, and all,
Before that England give the French the foil.

See! they forfake me.

[They depart.

Now the time is come,

That France muft vail her lofty-plumed creft,
And let her head fall into England's lap.

My ancient incantations are too weak,

And hell too ftrong for me to buckle with :

Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft.
Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting. La Pu-
CELLE and YORK fight hand to hand. LA PUCELLE is
taken. The French fly.

[Exit.

you

YORK. Damfel of France, I think, I have Unchain your fpirits now with fpelling charms,

And try if they can gain your liberty.

faft;

A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!

See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,
As if, with Circe, fhe would change my fhape.

Puc. Chang'd to a worfer fhape thou canst not be.
YORK. O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and thee! And may ye both be fuddenly furpriz'd

By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds!

YORK. Fell, banning hag! enchantrefs, hold thy tongue.
Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while.
YORK. Curse, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the stake.
[Exeunt.
Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in lady MARGARET.
SUF. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prifoner.

O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;

[Gazes on her.

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands,

And lay them gently on thy tender side.

I kiss these fingers [Kissing her hand.] for eternal peace :

Who art thou? fay, that I may honour thee.

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 fwan her downy cygnets fave,
Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings.
Yet, if this fervile ufage once offend,

Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.

[She turns away as going.
O, ftay!-I have no power to let her pass;
My hand would free her, but my heart fays-no.
VOL. IV.

F

As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So feems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak
I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind:
Fie, De la Poole! difable not thyself;

Haft not a tongue? is fhe not here thy prisoner?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's fight?
Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such,

Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes rough.
MAR. Say, earl of Suffolk,—if thy name be so,-
What ransom muft I pay before I pafs?

For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner.

SUF. How canft thou tell, she 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 woo'd :

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. I were 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 you 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 eftablished 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 is he poor,

And our nobility will fcorn the match.

[Afide.

MAR. Hear ye, captain? Are you not at leisure?

SUF. It shall be so, difdain they ne'er fo much :

Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.—

Madam, I have a fecret to reveal.

MAR. What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight.

And will not any way difhonour 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 caufe-
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 fuppofe
Your bondage happy, to be made a queen ?
MAR. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile,
Than is a flave in base fervility;

For princes should 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 fcepter in thy hand,

And fet a precious crown upon thy head,
If thou wilt condefcend to be my-

MAR. What?

SUF. His love.

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 fo 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.

[Troops come forward. A parley founded. Enter REIGNIER, on the walls. SUF. See, Reignier, fee, thy daughter prifoner. REIG. To whom?

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 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 feign.
REIG. Upon thy princely warrant, I defcend,
To give thee answer of thy juft demand.

[Exit, from the walls. SUF. And here I will expect thy coming.

Trumpets founded. Enter REIGNIER, below. REIG. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories; Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.

SUF. Thanks, Reignier, happy for fo fweet a child,

Fit to be made companion with a king:

What anfwer makes your grace unto my fuit?