Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receiveTM The sum of money, which I promised Should be deliver'd to his holiness, For clothing me in these grave ornaments. Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive,. [Exeunt. -SCENE II.-France. Plains in Anjou, Enter CHARLES, Burgundy, Alençon, LA PU- Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our droop- "Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else, ruin combat with their palaces! Enter a Messenger. Mess. Success unto our valiant general, Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee, Mess. The English army, that divided was Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one And means to give you battle presently. Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them. Bur. I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd: Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.. Char. Then on, my lords; And France be fortunate! [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. Before Angiers. Enter Fiends. This speedy quick appearance argues proof your accustom'd diligence to me. Of Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd Out of the powerful regions under earth, {Thunder. Help me this once, that France may get the field. [They walk about, and speak not. O, hold me not with silence over-long! Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, So you do condescend to help me now. [They hang their heads. No hope to have redress?-My body shall [They shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Entreat you to your wonted furtherance? [They depart. And hell too strong for me to buckle with: York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast: A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! 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 surpris'd By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy tongue. Pue. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the [Exeunt. stake. Alarums. Enter Suffolk, leading in Lady MARGARET. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. [Gazes on her O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, I kiss these fingers [Kissing her hand.] for eternal peace: Who art thou? say, that I 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: Go, and be free again as Suffolk's friend. [She turns away as going. Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner? Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough. For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner. 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 ransom 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 ransom, 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 whom? Why, for my king: Tush! that's a wooden thing. Mar. He talks of wood: It is some carpenter. Suf. Yet 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 leisure? 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. Mar. What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight, And will not any way dishonour me. [Aside. Suf. Lady, vonchsafe to listen what, I say. Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French ; And then I need not crave his courtesy. [Aside. Suf. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause— Mar. Tush! women have been captivate ere now. [Aside. Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so? Mar, I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. Your bondage happy, to be made a queen? For princes should be free. |