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Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not hear.
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, vouchsafe 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.
Suf. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, Than is a slave in base servility; For princes should be free,
a wooden thing.] Is an aukward business, an undertako ing not likely to succeed. - my fancy -] i. e. my love,
And so shall
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 ;
Suf. No, gentle madam ; I unworthy am
Mar. An if my father please, I am content.
[Troops come forward. A Parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER, on the Walls.
Suf. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner.
Suffolk, what remedy?
Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my
Reig: Speaks Suffolk as he thinks ?
Fair Margaret knows,
my lord :
That Suffolk doth not flatter, face,' or feign.
Reig. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend, To give thee answer of thy
[Exit, from the Walls. Suf. And here I will expect thy coming. Trumpets sounded. Enter REIGNIER, below.
Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories ; Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child, Fit to be made companion with a king: What answer makes your grace unto my suit? Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little
Suf. That is her ransome, I deliver her;
shall well and quietly enjoy.
Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
Řeig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
1-face,] To face is to carry a false appearance: to play the hypocrite.
The Christian prince, king Henry, were he here.
Mar. Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praise, Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [Going Suf. Farewell, sweet madam! But hark you,
Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, A virgin, and his servant, say to him.
Suf. Words sweetly plac'd, and modestly directed. But, madam, I must trouble you again,No loving token to his majesty ?
Mar. Yes, my good lord ; a pure unspotted heart, Never yet taint with love, I send the king. Suf. And this withal.
[Kisses her. Mar. That for thyself; I will not so presume, To send such peevish tokens? to a king.
Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET. Suf. O, wert thou for myself !-But, Suffolk, stay; Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth ; There Minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk. Solicit Henry with her wond'rous praise : Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount; Mad, natural graces that extinguish art; Repeat their semblance often on the seas, That, when thou com'st to kneel at Henry's feet, Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonder.
Enter YORK, WARWICK, and Others. York. Bring forth thatsorceress, condemn’d to burn. 2 To send such peevish tokens -] Peevish, for childish.
3 Mad, -] i. e. wild, if mąd be the word that ought to stand here, which some of the commentators doubt.
Enter LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd. Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart out
right! Have I sought every country far and near, And, now it is my chance to find thee out, Must I behold thy timeless4 cruel death? Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
Puc. Decrepit miser!" base ignoble wretch ! I am descended of a gentler blood; Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine, Shep. Out, out My lords, an please you, 'tis
not so ; I did beget her, all the parish knows : Her mother liveth yet, can testify, She was the first fruit of my bachelorship. War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage ? York. This argues what her kind of life hath
been; Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
Shep. Fye, Joan! that thou wilt be so obstacle 16 God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh; And for thy sake have I shed many a tear: Deny me not, I pr’ythee, gentle Joan. Puc. Peasant, avaunt!-You have suborn'd this
man, Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, The morn that I was wedded to her mother.Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl
timeless --] is untimely. 5 Decrepit miser!] Miser has no relation to avarice in this
passage, but simply means a miserable creature.
that thou wilt be so obstacle !] A vulgar corruption of obstinate, which I think has oddly lasted since our author's time