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 fatisfied, And peace eftablished between thefe 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 fhall be fo, 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 to what I fay.
Mar. Perhaps, I fhall be refcu'd by the French;
And then I need not crave his courtefy. [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 your mercy, 'tis but quid for qua.

Suf

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 vilė Than is a flave in bafe fervility;

For prince's fhould 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 fceptre 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 so 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 castle walls
We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.

Sound. Enter REIGNIER on the Walls.

Suf. See, Reignier, fee, thy daughter prisoner. 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

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 anfwer of thy juft demand.

[Exit from the Walls. Suf. And here I will expect thy coming.

Trumpets found. 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?
Reig. Since thou doft deign to woo her little worth,
To be the princely bride of fuch a ford;
Upon condition I may quietly.

Enjoy mine own, the countries Maine and Anjou,
Free from oppreffion, or the stroke of war,
My daughter fhall be Henry's, if he please.
Suf. That his her ranfom, I deliver her;
And those two countries, I will undertake,
Your grace fhall well and quietly enjoy.

Reig. And I again-in Henry's royal name,
As deputy unto that gracious king-
Give thee her hand, for fign of plighted faith.
Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
Because this is in traffic of a king:

And yet, methinks, I could be well content
To be mine own attorney in this cafe,

[Afide I'LL

I'll over then to England with this news,
And make this marriage to be folemniz'd:
So, farewell, Reignier! Set this diamond fafe
In golden palaces, as it becomes.

Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace The Chriftian prince, king Henry, were he here. Mar. Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praif

and prayers,

Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [She is going Suf. Farewell, sweet madam! But hark you, Mar No princely commendations to my king? [garet Mar. Such commendations as become a maid A virgin, and his fervant, fay to him.

Suf. Words fweetly plac'd, and modeftly directed But, madam, I must trouble you againNo loving token to his majesty?

Mar. Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart Never yet taint with love, I fend the king

Suf. And this withal.

[Kifles her Mar. That for thyfelf;-I will not fo prefume To fend fuch peevish tokens to a king.

[Exeunt REIGNIER, and MARGARET Suf. O, wert thou for myself!-But, Suffolk, ftay Thou may'ft not wander in that labyrinth; There Minotaurs, and ugly treafons, lurk. Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise : Bethink thee on her virtues that furmount, Mad, natural graces that extinguish art; Repeat their femblance often on the feas,

That, when thou com'ft to kneel at Henry's feet Thou may'ft bereave him of his wits with wonder

[Exit

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SCENE V. Carp of the Duke of YORK in Anjou. Enter YORK, WARWICK, a Shepherd, and PUCELLE. York. Bring forth that forcerefs, condemn'd to burn.

Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart outright!

Have I fought every country far and near,
And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
Muft I behold thy timeless cruel death!
Ah, Joan, fweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
Pucel. Decrepit mifer! bafe ignoble wretch!
I am defcended 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 :
Her mother liveth yet, can testify

She was the firft-fruit of my bachelorship.

[not fo;

War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage? York. This argues what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile; and fo her death concludes. Shep. Fie, Joan! that thou wilt be fo obftacle! God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh; And for thy fake have I fhed many a tear : Deny me not, I pr'ythee, gentle Joan.

Pucel. Peafant, avaunt !-You have fuborn'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 bleffing, good my girl. Wilt thou not ftoop? Now curfed be the time Of thy nativity! I would, the milk

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Thy