You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the north',
Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!
No, they forsake me. Then the time is come,
That France must vail' her lofty-plumed crest,
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 dust.

[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..

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 surpriz'd
By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

3

York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy

tongue.

Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the [Exeunt.

stake.

The north was supposed to be the particular habitation of bad spirits.

2 Lower.

3 To ban is to curse.

Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady
MARGARET.

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

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? say, that may honour thee.

Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a king,

The king of Naples, whosoe'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 swan her downy cygnets save,
Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings,
Yet, if this servile usage once offend,
Go, and be free again as Suffolk's friend.

-no.

[She turns away as going. O, stay! I have no power to let her pass; My hand would free her, but my heart saysAs plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Twinkling another counterfeited beam, So seems 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: Fye, De la Poole ! disable not thyself +; Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner? Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such,

Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough. Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk, - if thy name be so,What ransome must I pay before I

For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner.

pass?

4 "Do not represent thyself so weak.”

Suf. 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 ransome must I pay?

Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman; therefore to be won. [Aside. Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome, yea, or no? Suf. Fond man! remember, that thou hast a wife;

Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? [Aside. Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not hear. Suf. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.

Mar. He talks at random; sure, the man is mad. Suf. And yet a dispensation may be had.

Mar. And yet I would that you would answer

me.

Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret for my king, And 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 lei

sure?

Suf. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much : Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.—

Madam, I have a secret to reveal.

[Aside.

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

And will not any way dishonour me.

Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.

[Aside.

Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French; And then I need not crave his courtesy. [Aside.

5 Love.

Suf. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause Mar. Tush! women have been captivate ere now.

Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so?

[Aside.

Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. Suf. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a queen? Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, Than is a slave in base servility;

For princes should be free.

Suf.

And so shall 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 scepter in thy hand,

And set a precious crown upon thy head,
If thou wilt condescend to be my —
Mar.

Suf. His love.

What?

Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
Suf. 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.
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.

[Troops come forward.

A Parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER, on the Walls,

Suf. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner. Reig. To whom?

Suf.

Reig.

To me.

Suffolk, what remed

I am a soldier; and unapt to weep,
Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
Consent, (and, for thy honour, give consent,)
Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
And this her easy-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 descend, To give thee answer of thy just demand.

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

Trumpets sounded. Enter REIGNIER, below. Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories; Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,

Fit to be made companion with a king:

What answer' makes your grace unto my suit?
Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little
worth,

To be the princely bride of such a lord;
Upon condition I may quietly

Enjoy mine own, the county Maine, and Anjou,
Free from oppression, or the stroke of war,
My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
Suf. That is her ransome, I deliver her;
And those two counties, I will undertake,
Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

Reig. And I again,-in Henry's royal name,
As deputy unto that gracious king,

Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,

Because this is in traffic of a king:

6 Play the hypocrite.