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Suf. Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret; No princely commendations to my king?

Mar. Such commendations as becomes a maid, A virgin and his servant, say to him.

Suf. Words sweetly placed and modestly directed. But, madam, I must trouble you again;

180 No loving token to his majesty ?

Mur. Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
Suf. And this withal.

[Kisscs her. Mar. That for thyself: I will not so presume To send such pecvish tokens to a king.

[Ereunt Reignier and Margaret. Suf. 0, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay; Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth; There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk. Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:

190 Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount, Aod natural graces that extinguislı art; Repeat their semblance often on the scas, That, when thou comest to kncel at Henry's feet, Thou mayst bercave him of his wits with wonder. [Exit.

SCENE IV. Camp of the DUKE OF YORK in Anjou.

Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others.
York. Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.

Enter La PuceLLE, guarded, and a Shepherd.
Shep. Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
Have I sought every country far and near,
And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!

Puc. Decrepit miser! basc ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentier blood:
Thou art no father por no friend of mine.

Shep. Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so; 10
I did beget her, all the parish knows:
lier mother liveth yet, cau testify
She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.

War. Graceless! wilt tliou deny thy parentage? York. This argues what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.

Shep. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle! God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;

And for thy sake have I shcd many a tcar:
Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.

20 Puc. Peasant, avaunt! you have suborn'd this man, 0;

purpose to obscure my noble birth.

Shep. 'Tis truc, I gave a noble to the priest The morn that I was wedded to her mother. Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time Of thy nativity! I would the milk Thy mother gave thee when thou suck’dst her breast, Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, 30 I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? O, burn her, bara her! hanging is too good. [Erit.

York. Take her away: for she liath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.

Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd: Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, But issued from the progeny of kings; Virtuous and holy; chosen from above, By inspiration of celestial grace,

40 To work exceeding miracles on earth. I never had to do with wicked spirits. But you, that are polluted with your lusts, Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, Because you want the grace that others have, You judge it straight a thing impossible To compass wonders but by help of devils. No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been A virgin from her tender infancy,

50 Chaste and immaculate in very ilought: Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused, Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.

York. Ay, ay: away with her to execution!

War. And hark ye, sir; because she is a maid,
Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
That so her torture may be shortened.

Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
Then, Joan, disco ver thine infirmity,
That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
Although ye hale me to a violent death.
York. Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!

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War. The greatest miracle that c'er ye wrought: Is all your strict preciseness come to this?

York. She and the Dauphin have been juggling: I did imagine what would be lier refuge.

War. Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live; 70 Especially since Charles must father it.

Puc. You are deceived; my child is none of his: It was Alençon that enjoy'd my love.

York. Alençon! that notorious Machiavel! It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.

Puc. 0, give me leave, I have deluded you: 'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named, But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevaila.

War. A married man! that's most intolerable. York. Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well, There were so many, whom she may accuse.

81 War. It's sign she hath been liberal and free.

Bork. And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure. Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee: Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.

Puc. Then lead me lence; with whom I leave my curse: May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode; But darkness and the gloomy sliade of death Environ you, tili mischief and despair Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!

(Exit, guarded.
York. Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
Enter CARDINAL BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester,

attended.
Car. Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
With letters of commission from the king.
For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
Have earnestly implored a general peace
Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
And here at hand the Dauphin and his train

100 Approacheth, to coufer about some matter.

York. Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
After the slaughter of so many peers,
So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
That in this quarrel have been overthrown
And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
Have we not lost most part of all the towns,

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By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
Our great progenitors had conquered?
O, Warwick, Warwick! I foresec with grief
The utter loss of all the realm of France.

War. Be patient, York: if ive conclude a peace,
It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, Bastard, REIGNIER and others.

Char. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
We come to be informed by yourselves
What the conditions of that league must be.

York. Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes 120
The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
By sight of these our baleful enemies.

Win. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
Of mere compassion and of lenity,
To ease your country of distressful war,
And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
To pay him tribute, and submit thyself,
Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
And still enjoy thy regal dignity.

Alen. Must he be then as shadow of himself?
Adorn his temples with a coronet,
And yet, in substance ard authority,
Retain but privilege of a private man?
This proffer is absurd and reasonless.

Char. "Tis known already that I am possess'd
With more than half the Gallian territories,
And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquishi’d,
Detract so much from that prerogative,
As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
That which I have than, coveting for more,
Bu cast from possibility of all.

York. Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
Used intercession to obtain a league,
And, now the matter grows to compromise,
Stand’st thou aloof upon comparison?

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Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
Of benefit proceeding from our king
And not of any challenge of desert,

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Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.

Reig. My loril, you do not well in obstinacy
To cavil in the course of this contract:
If once it be neglected, ten to one
We shall not find like opportunity.

Alen. To say the truth, it is your policy
To save your subjects from sucli massacre

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And ruthless slaughters as are daily scen
By our proceeding in hostility;
And therefore take this compact of a truce,
Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
War. How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition

stand?
Char. It shall;
Only reserved, you claim no interest
In any of our towns of garrison.

York. Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
As thou art knight, never to disobey
Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
So, now dismiss your army when ye please;
Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still,
For here we entertain a solemn peace.

[Ereunt.

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SCENE V. London. The palace.
Enter SUFFOLK in conference with the King, GLOUCESTER

and EXETER.
King. Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
Her virtues graced with external gifts
Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:
And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts
Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
So am I driven by breath of her renown
Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
Where I may have fruition of her love.
Suf. Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale

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Is but a preface of her worthy praise:
The chici perfections of that lovely dame,
Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
Would make a volume of enticing lincs,
Able to ravish any dull conceit:
And, which is more, she is not so divine,
So full-replete with choice of all delights,
But with as humble lowliness of mind

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