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To work exceeding miracles on earth.
York. Ay, ay ;—away with her to execution.
War. And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ?—
York. Now Heaven forefend! the holy maid with child!
War. The greatest miracle that e'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 her refuge.
War. Well, go to; we will have no bastards live; Especially, since Charles must father it.
Puc. You are deceived; my child is none of his. It was Alencjon, that enjoyed my love.
York. Alencjon! that notorious Machiavel! 2 It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
1 No, ye misconceivers, ye who mistake me and my qualities.
2 The character of Machiavel seems to have made so very deep an impression on the dramatic writers of this age, that he is many times introduced without regard to anachronism.
Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you. 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I named, But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevailed.
War. A married man! that's most intolerable.
York. Why, here's a girl! 1 think she knows not well, There were so many, whom she may accuse.
War. It's a sign, she hath been liberal and free.
York. 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 hence; 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 shade of death Environ you; till mischief, and despair, Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourselves!
York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to ashes, Thou foul, accursed minister of hell!
Enter Cardinal Beaufort, attended.
Car. Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
York. Is all our travail turned to this effect?
1 Compassion, pity. VOL. iv. 40
Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
War. Be patient, York; if we conclude a peace,
Enter Charles, attended; Alencon, Bastard, ReigNier, and others.
Char. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed, That peaceful truce shall be proclaimed in France, We come to be informed by yourselves What the conditions of that league must be.
York. Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
Win. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
Men. Must he be then as shadow of himself?
Char. ?Tis known, already, that I am possessed