The Bishop will be over-borne by thee:

I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

SCENE

Changes to France.

[Exeunt.

III.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanfon, Baftard, Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle.

Dau.THESE news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits:

'Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French.

Alan. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your Pow'rs in dalliance.

Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us, Elfe Ruin combat with their Palaces.

Enter Scout.

Scout. Succefs unto our valiant General,

And happiness to his accomplices!

Dau. What tidings fend our scouts? I pr'ythee, fpeak.

Scout. The English army, that divided was
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ;
And means to give you battle presently.

Dau. Somewhat too fudden, Sirs, the warning is

But we will presently provide for them.

Burg. I truft, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Pucel. Of all bafe paffions fear is most accurft. Command the Conqueft, Charles, it shall be thine: Let Henry fret and all the world repiné.

Dau. Then on, my lords, ; and France be fortunate.

[Exeunt.

Alarm:

Alarm: excurfions. Enter Joan la Pucelle.

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Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. Now help, ye charming Spells and Periapts; And, ye choice Spirits, that admonish me, And give me figns of future accidents; You speedy helpers, that are fubftitutes Under the lordly monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize.

Enter Fiends.

[Thunder.

This speedy quick appearance argues proof Of your accuftom'd diligence to me. Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd 3 Out of the pow'rful regions under earth, Help me this once, that France may get the field. [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 condescend to help me now.

[They hang their heads.

No hope to have redrefs? my body fhall
Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit.

[They fbake 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,

2-ye charming Spells and Periapts; ] Charms fow'd up, from Tepial to fow. Ezek. xiii. 18. Wo to them that forw pillows to all arm-holes, to hunt fouls.

Mr. Pope. 3 Out of the pow'rful regions under earth, ] I believe ShakeSpear wrote legions.

That

That France muft vail her lofty plumed creft,
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 fast. Unchain your fpirits now with fpelling Charms, And try if they can gain your liberty.

A goodly prize, fit for the devil's Grace!
See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,
As if, with Circe, fhe would change my shape.

Pucel. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be.
York. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
No shape, but his, can please your dainty eye.
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! inchantrefs, hold thy tongue.
Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a-while.
York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the
stake.

[Exeunt.

Alarm. Enter Suffolk, with Lady Margaret in his hand.

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

[Gazes on her.

Oh, fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;
For I will touch thee but with reverend hands:
I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
And lay them gently on thy tender fide.
Who art thou fay; that I

may honour thee.

Mar.

Mar. Margaret, my name; and daughter to a King; The King of Naples; whofoe'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 cignets fave,
Keeping them pris'ners underneath her wings.
Yet if this fervile ufage once offend,
Go and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. [She is going.
Oh, stay! I have no power to let her pafs;
My hand would free her, but my heart fays, no.
As plays the fun upon the glaffy streams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So feems 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.
Fie, De la Pole, difable not thy felf:
Haft not a tongue? is the not here thy pris'ner?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's fight?
Ay; beauty's princely Majefty is fuch,

Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes rough..
Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be fo,
What ransom muft I pay before I pass?
For, I perceive, I am thy prifoner.

Suf. How canft thou tell, fhe will deny thy fuit,

Before thou make a tryal of her love?

[Afide. Mar. Why fpeak'st thou not? what ranfom muft

I

pay?

Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed: 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. 'Twere 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. VOL. IV.

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Suf.

Suf. And yet a difpenfation may be had.

Mar. And yet I would, that thou 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 fatisfy'd, And Peace eftablished between these realms. But there remains a fcruple in that too: For though her father be the King of Naples, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet he is poor; And our Nobility will fcorn the match.

Afide.

Mar. Hear ye me, Captain? are ye 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 tho' I be inthrall'd, he seems a Knight, And will not any way difhonour me.

[Afide.

Suf. Lady, vouchfafe to liften what I fay. Mar. Perhaps, I fhall be refcu'd by the French; And then I need not crave his courtefie. [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 you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo. 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 bafe fervility;

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? Suf. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's Queen, To put a golden Scepter in thy hand,

And fet a precious Crown upon thy head,