Should be deliver'd to his holiness For clothing me in these grave ornaments. Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, [Exeunt. SCENE 11. FRANCE. Plains in ANJOU. Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces, marching. Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits: "Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French. Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your powers in dalliance, Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else, ruin combat with their palaces! Enter a Messenger. Mess. Success unto our valiant general, Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'y thee, speak. Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one; And means to give you battle presently. Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them. Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd :— Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate! [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Before ANGIERS. Alarums: Excursions. Enter LA PUCELLE. [Thunder. Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.— This speedy quick appearance argues proof Help me this once, that France may get the field. [They walk about, and speak not. O, hold me not with silence over-long! Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, [They hang their Heads. No hope to have redress?-My body shall Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. [They shake their Heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, [They depart. [Exit. Alarums. Enter FRENCH and ENGLISH, fighting. LA PUCELLE and YORK fight Hand to Hand. LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly. York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast: Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, And try if they can gain your liberty.— A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, As if, with Circe, she would change my shape. Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape 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 suddenly surpris'd By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy tongue. Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse awhile. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake. [Exeunt. Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in LADY MAR GARET. Suff. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; I kiss these fingers [Kissing her Hand] for eternal peace : Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a king, The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art. Suff. 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: [She turns away as going. O, stay!-I have no power to let her pass; My hand would free her, but my heart says-no. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner? Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough. Suff. How canst thou tell, she will deny thy suit, Before thou make a trial of her love? [Aside. Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay? Suff. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman; therefore to be won. [Aside. Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no? Suff. Fond man! remember, that thou hast a wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? [Aside. Mar. 1 were best leave him, for he will not hear. Suff. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. Mar. He talks at random; sure the man is inad. Suff. And yet a dispensation may be had. Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me. Suff. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? Why, for my king; Tush! that's a wooden thing. Mar. He talks of wood: It is some carpenter. Suff. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, And peace established between these realms. But there remains a scruple 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 scorn the match. [Aside. Mar. Hear ye, captain? Are you not at leisure? Mar. What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight, And will not any way dishonour me. [Aside. Suff. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. [Aside. Suff. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause— Mar. Tush! women have been captivate ere now. [Aside. Suff. Lady, wherefore talk you so? Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, For princes should be free. Suff. And so shall you, If happy England's royal king be free. Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? And set a precious crown upon thy head, Mar. Suff. His love. What? Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. Suff. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am To woo so fair a dame to be his wife, And have no portion in the choice myself. How say you, madam; are you so content? Mar. An if my father please, I am content. Suff. Then call our captains, and our colours, forth : And, madam, at your father's castle walls We'll crave a parley, to confer with him. [Troops come forward. A Parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER, on the Walls. Suff. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner. Reig. To whom? Suff Reig. To me. Suffolk, what remedy? I am a soldier; and unapt to weep, Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness. Suff. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord: |