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To bid his young son welcome to his grave? SCENE V. The English Camp, near Bordeaux,
Away! vexation almost stops my breath.
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of

Enter Talbot and John his Son.

Tal. O young John Talbot ! I did send for thee, Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can, To tutor thee in stratagems of war; But curse the cause I cannot aid the man. That Talbot's name might be in the reviv'd, Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, away,

Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. (Exit. But,-0 malignant and ill boding stars ! Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Now thou art come unto a feast of death, Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, A terrible and unavoided danger: Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,

horse ; That ever living man of memory,

And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape Henry the Fifth :-Whiles they each other By sudden flight : come, dally not, begone. cross,

John. Is my name Talbot ? and am I your son ? Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. And shall I Hy ? O, if you love my mother,

[Exit. Dishonour not her honourable name, SCENE IV. Other Plains of Gascony.

To make a bastard, and a slave of me:

The world will say-He is not Talbot's blood, Enter Somerset, with his Forces; an Officer of That basely fled, when noble Talbot stood. Talbot's with him.

Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. Som. It is too late ; I cannot send them now; John. He, that flies so, will ne'er return again. This expedition was by York, and Talbot, Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Too rashly plotted; all our general force John. 'Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly; Might with a sally of the very town

Your loss is great, so your regard should be ; Be buckled with : the over daring Talbot My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour, Upon my death, the French can little boast; By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure : In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. York set him on to fight, and die in shame, Flight cannot stain the honour you have won ; That, Talbot dead, great York migiit bear the But mine it will, that no exploil have done : name.

You fled for vantage every one will swear;
Off. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me But, if I how, they'll say-it was for fear.
Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid. There is no hope that ever I will stay,

If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away.
Enter Sir William Lucy.

Here, on my knee, 1 beg mortality,
Som. How now, Sir William ? whither were Rather than life preserv'd with infamy.
you sent?

Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought and tomb? sold Lord Talbot;

John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's Whu, ring'd about with bold adversity,

womb. Cries out for noble York and Somerset,

Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. To beat asailing death from his weak legions. John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. And whiles the honourable captain there

Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. limbs,

Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescne,

lose it. You, his false hopes, the trust of England's ho- John. Yes, your renowned name ; Shall flight nour,

abuse it ? Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.

Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from Let not your private discord keep away

that stain. The levied succours that should lend him aid, John. You cannot witness for me, being slain, Whiles he, renowned noble gentleman,

If death be so apparent, then both fly. Yields op his life unto a world of odds:

Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,

die ? Alençon, Reignier, compass him about, My age was never tainted with such shame. And Talbot perisheth by your default.

John. And shall my youth be guilty of such Som. York set him on, York should have sent blame ? him aid.

No more can I be sever'd from your side, Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace ex. Than can yourself yourself in twain divide : claims;

Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; Swearing that you withhold his levied host, For live 1 will not, if my father die. Collected for this expedition.

Tal. Then here 'I take my leave of thee, fair Som. York lies; he might have sent and had son, the horse ;

Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. I owe him little duty, and less love;

Come, side by side together live and die; And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of

(Exeunt France,

SCENE VI. A Field of Battle.
Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
Never to England shall he bear his life;

Alarum : Excursions, wherein Talbot's Son is
But dies, betrayed to fortune by your strife. hemmed about, and Talbot rescues him.
Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen Tal. Saint George and victory ! fight, soldiers,
straight :

fight : Within six hours they will be at his aid. The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or And left us to the rage of France's sword. slain;

Where is John Talbot ?-pause, and take thy For fly he could not, if he would have fled;

breath; And fly would Talbot never, though he might. I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu ! John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his

shame The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; in you.

(Exeunt. Till with thy warlike sword despite of fate,


To my determind time thou gav'st new date. Enter Soldiers, bearing the Body of John Talbos. Tal' When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,

Sero. O my dear lord ! lo, where your son is

borne It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age

Tal. Thou antick death, which laugh'st os

here to scorn, Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage,

Anon, from thy insulting tyranny, Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy,

Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee.

Two Talbots, winged through the lither aky, The ireful bastard Orleans-that drew blood In thy despite shall 'scape mortality:From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood O thou whose wounds become hard-favour'd

death, of thy first fight-1 soon encountered ; And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed

Speak to thy father, ere thoa yield thy breath; Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace,

Brave death hy speaking, whether he will, or no; Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base,

Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe. And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,

Poor boy ! he smiles, methinks, as who should Mean and right poor; for thai pure blood of Had death been French, then death had died

mine, Which thou didsl force from Talbot, my brave Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms:

to-day. boy: Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,

My spirit can no longer bear these harms Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy' father's Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would

have, care;

Now myold arms are young John Talbot's grave. Art thou not weary, John? How dost thou fare?

(Dies. Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant,leaving Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry? the two Bodies. Enter Charles, Alençon, BurFly, to revenge my death, when I am dead;

gundy, Bastard, La Pucelle, and Forces. The help of one stands me in little stead. 0, too much folly is it, well I wot,

Char. Had York and Somerset brought res To hazard all our lives in one small boat.

cue in, If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage, We should have found a bloody day of this. Tomorrow I shall die with mickle age: Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's,raging. By me they nothing gain, an if I stay,

wood, 'Tis but the short'ning of my life one day: Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid: fame :

But with a proud, majestical high scorn,All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay; He answer'd thus; Young Talbot was not born All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away. To be the pillage of a giglot wench: John. The sword of Orleans hath not made So, rushing in the bowels of the French, me smart,

left me proudly, as unworthy fight. These words of yours draw life-blood from my Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a voble heart:

knight: On that advantage, bought with such a shame, See, where he lies inhersed in the arms (To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame,) of the most bloody nurser of his harms. Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, Basi. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die:

Asuinder; And like me to the peasant boys of France; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance ! Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have Surely, by all the glory you have won,

fled An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:

During the lise, let us not wrong it dead.
Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.

Enter Sir William Lucy, attended, a French

Herald preceding.
Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of

Lucy. Herald,
Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet :

Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side; Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. And, commendable prov'd, let's die in

Char. On what submissive message art thou

sent? SCENE VII.

Lucy: Submission, Dauphin? 'tis a mero Another Part of the same.

French word;

We English warriors wot not what it means Alarum: Excursions. Enter Talbot wounded, I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, supported by a Servant.

And to survey the bodies of the dead. Tal. Where is my other life? Mine own is Char. For prisoners ask'st thou ? hell our pri gone ;-

sca is. O, where's young Talbot ?- Where is valiant Bat tell me whom thon seek'st ? John ?

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity! Valiant Lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury ? Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:- Created, for his rare success in arms, When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee, Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and V& His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,

lence; And, like a hungry lion, did commence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience; Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Tend'ring my ruin, and assail'd of none,

Alton, But, when my angry guardant stood alone, Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of heart,

Sheffield, Suddenly made him from my side to start The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; Into the clust'ring battle of the French: Knight of the noble order of Saint George, And in that sea of blood my boy did drench Worthy Saint Michael, and the golden fleece; His overmounting spirit; and there died Great mareschal to Henry the Sixth, My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Of all his wars within the realm of France ?

Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed! Your purpose is both good and reasonable: The Turk, that two and fitty kingdoms hath, And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd Writes not so tedious à style as this.

To draw conditions of a friendly peace; Him, that thou inagnifiest with all these titles, Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean Stinking and flyblowni, lies here at our feet. Shall be transported presently to France. Lucy. "Is Talbot slain; the Frenchmau's only Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your scourge,

master, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis ? I have inform'd his highness so at large, 0, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, As-liking of the lady's virtuous gitis, That I, in rage, might shoot them at your Her beauty, and the value of her dower,faces !

He doth intend she shall be England's queen. 0, that I could but call these dead to life! K. Hen. In argument and proof of which It were enough to fright the realm of France : contract, Were but his picture left among you here, Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.) pledge of It would amaze the proudest of you all.

my affection. Give me their bodies; that I inay bear them And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, hence,

And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd, And give them burial as beseems their worth. Comunit them to the fortune of the sea.

Puc. I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, [Exeunt King Henry, and Train; Gloster, He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.

Exeter, and Ambassadors. For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep ihem Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first rehere,

ceive They would but stink, and pntrefy the air. The sum of money, which I promised Char. Go, take their bodies hence.

Shonld be deliver'd to his holiness Lucy.

I'll bear them hence: For clothing me in these grave ornaments. But from their ashes shall be rear'd

Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. A phenix that shall make all France afeard. Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow, Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what Or be inferior to the proudest peer. thou wilt.

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, And now to Paris, in this conquering vein: That, peither iu birth or for authority, All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. The bishop will be overborne by thee:

(Exeunt. I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,

Or sack this country with a mutiny. (Ereunt. ACT v.

SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou. SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter Charles, Burgundy, Alençon, La Pucelle, Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Exeter.

and Forces, marching K. Hen. Have you perus’d the letters from the Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our роре,

drooping spirits:
The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ? "Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt,

Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this,-And turn again unto the warlike French.
They humbly sue unto your excellence,

Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of To have a godly peace concluded of,

France, Between the realins of England and of France. And keep not back your powers in dalliance. K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turu motion ?

to us; Glo. Well, my good lord ; and as the only Else, ruin combat with their palaces!

means To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

Enter a Messenger. And 'stablish quietness on every side.

Mess. Success unto onr valiant general, K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle'; for I always And happiness to his accomplices! thoughi,

Char. What tidings send our scouts ? I priy. I was both impious and unnatural,

thee speak That such immanity and bloody strife

Mess. The English army, that divided was Should reign among professors of one faith. Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one;

Glo. Beside, my lord, --the sooner to effect, And means to give you battle presently,
And surer bind, ihis knot of amity,-

Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the war The earl of Armagnac--near knit to Charles,

ing is: A man of great anthority in France

But we will presently provide for them. Profters his only daughter to your grace

Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. K. Hen. Marriage, unclel alas I' my years are Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most ac young;

curs'd: And filter is my study and my books,

Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

thine; Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please, Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. So let them have their answers every one: Char. Then on, my lords; and France be I shall be well content with any choice,


[Ereunt. Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

SCENE III. The same. Before Angiers. Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with Winchester, in a Cardinal's


Alarums : Ercursions. Enter La Pucelle. Ere. What! is my lord of Winchester installid, Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmon And callid unto a cardinal's degree!

fly. Then I perceive, that will be verified,

Now help, ye charming spells and periapts; Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy, And ye choice spirits that admonish me, If once he come to be a cardinal,

And give me signs of suture accidents! He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.

(Thunder. K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several You speedy helpers, that are substitutes suits

Under the lordly monarch of the north, Have been consider'd and debated on.

Appear, and aid me in this enterprise !

Enter Fiends.

|Fie, De la Poole ! disable not thyself; This speedy quick appearance argues proof

Hast not a torgue? is she not here thy prisover 3 of your accustom'd diligence to me.

Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd

Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses Help me this once, that France may get the

rough. field, (They walk about, and speak not.

Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk,--if thy name be O, hold me not with silence over-long!

SO, Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,

What ransom must I pay before I pass ? I'll lop a member off, and give it you,

For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner. In earnest of a further benefit ;

Suff. 'How canst thou tell she will deny thy

suit, So you do condescend to help me now.

[They hang their heads. Before thou make a trial of her love ? [ Aside No hope to have redress ?–My body shall

Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransom Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.

must I pay? [They shake their heads. Suff. She's beautiful; and therefore to be

woo'd: Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?

She is a woman; therefore to be won. [Aside. Then take my soul; my

ly, soul, and all, Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no ? Before that England give the French the foil.

Suff. Fond man! remember, that thou hast & [They depart.

wife : See! they forsake me. Now the lime is come,

Then how can Margaret be thy paramour ? That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest,

[Aside. And let her head fall into England's lap.

Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not

hear. My ancient incantations are too weak, And hell too strong for me to buckle with:

Suff. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling

card. Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.

. Mar. He talks at random ; sure, the man is

Alarums. Enter French and English fighting. Suff. And yet a dispensation may be had.

La Pucelle and York fight hand to hand. La Mar. And yet I would that you would answer Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

me. York. Damsel of France, I think I have you Suff. I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom? fast:

Why, for my king: Tush, that's a wooden Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, thing And try if they can gain your liberty.-

Mar. He talks of wood: It is some carpenter. A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! Suff. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, And peace established between these realms. As if, with Circe, she would change my shape. But there remains a scruple in that too ; Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst For though her father be the king of Naples, not be.

Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet he is poor, York. 0, Charles the Dauphin is a proper And our nobility will scorn the match. (Aside. man;

Mar. Hear ye, captain ? Are you not at lei. No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

sure? Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, Suff. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much: and thee!

Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.And may ye both be suddenly surpris'd Madam, I have a secret to reveal. By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! Mar. What though I be enthrall'd? he seems York. Fell, banning hag? enchantress, hold a knight, thy tongue.

And will not any way dishonour me. [ Aside Puc. I pr’ythee, give me leave to curse a while. Suf Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French; the stake.

[Exeunt. And then I need not crave his courtesy. [ Aside.

Suff. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a Alarums. Enter Suffolk, leading in Lady

cause Margaret.

Mar. Tush: women have been captivate ere Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

(Aside (Gazes on her. Suff. Lady, wherefore talk you so ? O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;

Mär. I cry 'you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, Suff. Say, gende princess, would you not supAnd lay them gently on thy tender side.

pose I kiss these fingers (Kisses her hand.] for eter Yoar bondage happy, to be made a queen ? nal peace:

Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee. Than is a slave in base servility : Mar. Margaret my name ; and daughter to a For princes should be free. king,


And so shall you, The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art. If happy England's royal king be free. Suff. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto Be not offended, nature's miracle,

me? Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:

Suff. I'll undertake to make thee Henry So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,

queen; Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings. To put a golden sceptre in thy hand, Yet, if this servile usage once offend,

And set a precious crown upon thy head, Go, and be free again as Suffolk's friend. If thou wilt condescend to be my[She turns away as going. Mar.

What ? O, stay! I have no power to let her puss; Suff. His love. My hand would free her, but my heart says-no. Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Suff. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am Twinkling another counterfeited beam,

To woo so fair a dame to be his wife, So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. And have no portion in the choice myself Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak: How say you, madam; are you so content? I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind: Mar. An if my father please, I am content


To me.



Suf. Then call our captains, and our colours, Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth; forth:

There Minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk, And, madam, at your father's castle walls Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise : We'll crave a parley to confer with him. Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount ; [Troops come forward. Mad, natural graces that extinguish art;

Repeat their semblance often on the seas, A parley sounded. Enler Reignier, on the That, when thou com'st to kneel at Henry's Walls.

feet, Suf. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner. Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonReig. To'whom?


(Exit Suffolk, what remedy ? SCENE IV. Camp of the Duke of York, in I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,

Anjou. Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

Enter York, Warwick, and others. Suff. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:

York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd Consent (and, for thy honour, give consent,)

to burn. Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king; Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;

Enter La Pacelle, guarded, and a Shepherd. And this ber easy-held imprisonment

Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.

outright! Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks ?

Have I sought every country far and near, Suff

Fair Margaret knows, And, now it is my chance to find thee out, That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign. Must I behold thy timeless cruel death? Reig. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend, Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, l'n die with To give thee answer of thy just demand.

(Erit, from the Walls. Puc. Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch! Suff. And here I will expect thy coming. I am descended of a gentler blood;

Thou art no father, nor no friend of mine.
Trumpets sounded. Enter Reignier, beloro. Shep. Out, outl-My lords, an please you, 'tis
Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our territo not so ;

I did beget her, all the parish knows :
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. Her mother liveth yet, can testify,
Suff. Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.

War. Graceless I wilt thou deny thy parentage ? Fit to be made companion with a king:

York. This argues what her kind of life hath What answer makes your grace unto my suit? been ; Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little Wicked and vile ; and so her death conclades. worth,

Shep. Fie, Joan! that thou wilt be so obstacle ! To be the princely bride of such a lord; God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh; Upon condition I may quietly.

And for thy sake have I shed many a lear: Enjoy mine own, the county Maine, and Anjou, Deny me not, I pr’ythee, gentle Joan. Free from oppression, or the stroke of war, Puc. Peasant, avaunt You have suborn'd My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please. Suff. That is her ransom, I deliver her; Of purpose to obscure my noble birth. And those two counties, I will undertake, Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

The morn that I'was wedded to her mother. Reig. And I again, in Henry's royal name, Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. As deputy unto that gracious king,

Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. Of thy nativity! I would the milk Suff. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck'dst her thanks,

breast, Because this is in traffick of a king :

Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! And yet, methinks, I could be well content Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, To be mine own attorney in this case. [Aside. I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! I'll over then to England with this news, Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? And make this marriage to be solemniz'd; O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. So, farewell, Reignier! Set this diamond safe

(Erit. In golden palaces, as it becomes.

York. Take her away, for she hath liv'd too Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace

long, The Christian prince, King Henry, were he to fill the world with vicious qualities. here.

Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have Mar. Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praise,

condemn'd; and prayers,

Not one begotten of a shepherd swain,
Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. (Going. But issu'd from the progeny of kings ;
Suff. Farewell, sweet madam! But hark you! Virtuous, and holy chosen from above,

By inspiration of celestial grace,
No princely commendations to my king ? To work exceeding miracles on earth.

Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, I never had to do with wicked spirits :
A virgin, and his servant, say to him.

But you,--that are pollated with your lusts, Suff. Words sweetly plac'd, and modestly di- Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, rected.

Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, But madam, I must trouble you again Because you want the grace that others have, No loving token to his majesty ?

You judge it straight a thing impossible Mar. Yes, my good lord ; a pure unspotted To compass wonders, but by help of devils. heart,

No, misconceived I Joan of Arc hath been
Never yet taint with love, I send the king. A virgin from her tender infancy,
Suff. And this withal.

(Kisses her. Chaste and immaculate in very thought; Mar. That for thyself.--I will not so presume, Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effus’d, To send such peevish tokens to a king.

Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heavci. [Ereunt Reignier and Margaret. York. Ay, ay-away with her to execntion: Suff 0, wert thou for myself 1-But, Suffolk, War. And hark ye, sírs; because she is a maid, stay ;

Spare for no fagots, lot there be enough:

this man,

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