He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.

K.Henry. My lords ambaffadors, your feveral fuits Have been confider'd and debated on.

Your purpose is both good and reasonable;
And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your mafter-
I have inform'd his highness fo at large,
As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,

Her beauty, and the value of her dower-
He doth intend the fhall be England's queen.
K. Henry. In argument and proof of which

contract,

Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affectionAnd fo, my lord protector, fee them guarded, And fafely brought to Dover; where, infhipp'd, Commit them to the fortune of the fea.

[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 thefe 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.

Humphrey of Glofter, thou fhalt well perceive,
That, nor in birth, nor for authority,
The bishop will be over-borne by thee:

I'll either make thee ftoop and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

[Exeunt

SCENE

SCENE III. France.

Enter Dauphin, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, and JoAN LA PUCELLE.

Dau. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping fpirits:

'Tis faid, the ftout Parifians 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. Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Elfe, ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter a Scout.

Scout. Succefs unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices!

Daa. What tidings fend our fcouts? 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 presently.

Dau. Somewhat too fudden, firs, the warning is; But we will prefently provide for them.

Bur. I truft, the ghoft of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Pucel. Of all bafe paffions, fear is moft 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.

SCENE IV.

Alarum: Excurfions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE.
Pucel. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen
Ay.-
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 fubflitutes.
Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!

Enter Fiends.

[Thunder.

This fpeedy 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, and speak not. Oh, 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 condefcend to help me now.—

[They hang their Heads. No hope to have redress?-My body shall Pay recompence, 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

Before that England give the French the foil.

[They depart See! they forfake me. 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 strong for me to buckle with :Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft. [Exit

Excurfions. PUCELLE and YORK fight Hand to Hand. PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.

Tork. Damfel of France, I think, I have you faft; Unchain your fpirits now with fpelling charms, And try if they can gain our liberty.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 shape, Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer fhape thou canst not be, Tork. Oh, Charles the dauphin is a proper man; No fhape but his can please your dainty eye. Pucel. A plaguing milchief light on Charles, and And may ye both be fuddenly furpriz'd [thee! By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds! York. Fell, banning hag! enchantrefs, hold thy

tongue.

Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while. York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to [Exeunt

the stake.

Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady MAR

GARET.

Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

[Gazes on her.

Oh,

Oh fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands.
I kifs these fingers for eternal peace,

And lay them gently on thy tender fide.
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 prifoners underneath her wings.
Yet, if this fervile ufage once offend,

Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
[She is going
Oh, ftay!-I have no power to let her pafs;
My hand would free her, but my heart fays-no.
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 prifoner?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's fight?
Ay; beauty's princely majesty 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 pafs?
For, I perceive, I am thy prifoner.

Suf. How can't thou tell, fhe will deny thy fuit, Before thou make a trial of her love? [Afide. Mar. Why fpeak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?

Suf