Win. Stay, my lord Legate, you fhall firft receive The fum of money which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his Holiness,

For cloathing me in these grave ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your lordship's leifure.
Win. Now Winchester will not fübmit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer.
Humphry of Glo'fter, thou shalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, or for authority,
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.

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

Dau.

HESE news, my lords, may cheer our

drooping fpirits:

"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, speak
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 trust, the ghoft 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 repine.

'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 Spells and Periapts; And, ye choice Spirits, that admonish me, And give me figns of future accidents; You speedy helpers, that are substitutés Under the lordly monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize.

Enter Fiends.

This fpeedy quick appearance argues proof
Of your accuftom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd
Out of the pow'rful regions under earth,

[Thunder.

Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk, and speak not.

my blood,

Oh, hold me not with filence over long:
Where I was wont to feed you with
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 shall
Pay recompence, if you will grant my

fuit. [They shake 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 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 dust.

[Exit.

Excurfions. Pucelle und York fight hand to band.
Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

York. Damfel of France, I think, I have you faft.
Unchain your spirits now with spelling 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,
Asif, with Circe, fhe would change my shape.
Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer fhape 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 mifchief light on Charles and thee!
And may ye both be fuddenly furpris'd
By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds!

ftake.

York. Fell, banning hag! inchantress, hold thy tongue, Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a-while. York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the [Exeunt. Alarm. Enter Suffolk, with Lady Margaret in his hand. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prifoner. [Gazes on her.

Oh, fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;
For I will touch thee but with reverend hands:
I kifs these fingers for eternal peace,

And lay them gently on thy tender fide.
Who art thou? fay; that I may honour thee.

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 usage once offend,

[She is going

Go and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
Oh, ftay! I have no pow'r to let her pafs;
My hand would free her, but my heart says, no,
As plays the fun upon the glaffy streams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,

So

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 senses 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 speak'ft 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. Suf. And yet a dispensation may be had.

Mar. And yet I would, that you would anfwer me, Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? Why, for my King: Tush, 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 established between these realms. But there remains a fcruple in that too : For though her father be the King of Naples, Duke of Anjou and Main, yet he is poor; And our Nobility will scorn the match.

[Afide

Mar. Hear ye me, Captain? are ye not at leifure?
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 feems a Knight, And will not any way dishonour me.

Suf. Lady, vouchfafe to liften what I fay.

[Afide.

Mar,

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.

Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you fo?

[Afide.

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 base 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,
If thou wilt condefcend to be my
Mar. What?
Suf. His love.

Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
Suf. No, gentle Madam; I unworthy am
To woo fo fair a dame to be his wife;
And have no portion in the choice my felf.
How fay you, Madam, are you fo 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.

Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls.

Suf. See, Reignier, see thy daughter prisoner.
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,

Thy