Command the conqueft, Charles, it shall be thine: Dau. Then on, my Lords, and France be fortunate. [Exeunt. Alarm: excurfions. Enter Joan la Pucelle. Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. Now help, ye charming fpells and periapts; And ye choice fpirits that admonish me, And give me figns of future accidents: You speedy helpers that are substitutes Under the lordly monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize! Enter Fiends. [Thunder. This speedy quick appearance argues proof [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 beads. No hope to have redress ? my body shall Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit. [They fake their heads. Cannot my body nor blood-facrifice Intreat you to your wonted furtherance? Then take my foul; my body, foul and all, 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 crest, 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. [Exit. Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight hand to hand. Pucelle is taken. The French fly. York. Damfel of France, I think I have you faf. Unchain Unchain your fpirits now with spelling charms, Pucel. A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee, And may ye both be fuddenly furpris'd By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds! York. Fell, banning hag, inchantress, hold thy tongue. Pucel. I pr'ythee give me leave to curse a while. York, Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the stake. SCENE IV. [Exeunt Alarm. Enter Suffolk with Margaret in bis band. Suf. Be what thou wilt thou art my prifoner. Oh fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly, [Gazes on ber For I will touch thee but with reverent hands: And lay them gently on thy tender fide. Mar. Margaret my name, and daughter to a King, Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Be not offended, nature's miracle, [She is going Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me: E Fie, Fie, De la Pole, difable not thy felf: Haft not a tongue? is the not here thy pris'ner? Oh, beauty's princely majefty is fuch, Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes crouch, For I perceive I am thy prifoner. Suf. How canft thou tell fhe will deny thy fuit, Before thou make a trial of her love? [Afide. [Afide. Mar. Why fpeak'ft thou not? what ransom must I pay? Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed: She is a woman; therefore to be won. 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. 'Twere beft to leave him, for he will not hear. Suf. There all is marr'd; there lyes 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: * Yet fo my fancy may be fatisfy'd, And peace established between these realms. But there remains a fcruple in that too: For though her father be the King of Naples, And our Nobility will scorn the match. [Afide. Mar. Hear ye me, Captain? are ye not at leisure? Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield. Madam, I have a fecret to reveal. Mar. What tho' I be inthrall'd, he feems a Knight, And will not any way difhonour me. Suf. Lady, vouchfafe to liften what I fay. [Afide. Mar. Perhaps I fhall be refcu'd by the French, [Afide. And then I need not crave his courtefie. • Why for my King: Tuh, that's a wooden thing Mar. He talks of wood: it is fome carpenter. Suf. Yet fo iny fancy, &c. Suf. Sweet Madam, give me hearing in a cause. Mar. Tuth, women have been captivate ere now. * [Afide 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 servility: For Princes fhould be free. Suf. And fo fhall you, If happy England's Royal King be free. Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? And fet a precious crown upon thy head, Suf. His love. Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. SCENE V. Sound. 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, captivate ere now. Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you fo? Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for no. E e 2 Thy Thy daughter fhall be wedded to my King; That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign. Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy in fo sweet a child, What answer makes your Grace unto my fuit? Upon condition I may quietly Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou, Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, And yet methinks I could be well content Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace [Afide Mar. Farewel, my Lord: good wifhes, praife and pray'rs Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [She is going Suf |