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Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
ACT V. SCENE I.
London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and Exeter.
Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this :
K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion?
Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means
K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought,
Glo. Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect,
K. Hen. Marriage, uncle? alas! my years are young,
Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with WINCHESTER, as
K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits
Glo. And for the proffer of my lord, your master,
K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract,
[Exeunt King HENRY and Train; GLOSTER, Exeter,
Leg. I will attend upon your lordship’s leisure.
Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,
I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,
France. Plains in Anjou. Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and
Forces, marching. Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits. 'T is said, the stout Parisians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French.
Alen. Then, march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else ruin combat with their palaces!
Enter a Scout. Scout. Success unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices!
Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr’ythee, speak.
Scout. The English army, that divided was
Char. Somewhat too sudden, Sirs, the warning is ;
Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there:
Puc. Of all base passions fear is most accurs’d.
And ye, choice spirits, that admonish me,
[They walk, and speak not. 0! hold me not with silence 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 farther benefit, So you do condescend to help me now.
[They hang their heads. No hope to have redress? – My body shall Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
[They shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Entreat you to your wonted furthérance? Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all, Before that England give the French the foil. [They depart. See! they forsake me. Now the time is come, That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap. My ancient incantations are too weak, And hell too strong for me to buckle with. Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
[Exit. Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting; LA PUCELLE
and YORK fight hand to hand. LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.
York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast: Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,
And try if they can gain your liberty.
Puc. Chang’d to a worser shape thou canst not be."
York. O! Charles the Dauphin is a proper man:
Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and thee!
York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy tongue.
[Excunt. Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady MARGARET. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
[Gazes on her. 0, 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, And lay them gently on thy tender side. Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
Mar. Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
Suf. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d.
[She turns away as going. 0, stay! - I have no power to let her pass; My hand would free her, but
says - no. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Twinkling another counterfeited beam,