Glou. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To ftop effufion of our Chriftian blood,

And ftablifh quietnefs on ev'ry fide,

K. Henry. Ay, marry, uncle, for I always thought
It was both impious and unnatural,

That fuch immanity and bloody ftrife
Should reign among profeffors of one Faith.
Glou. Belide, my lord, the fooner to effect
And furer bind this knot of amity,
The Earl of Armagnac, near kin to Charles,
A man of great authority in France,
Proffers his only daughter to your Grace
In marriage, with a large and fumptuous dowry.
K. Henry. Marriage? alas! my years are yet too
young:

And fitter is my ftudy and my books,
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet call th' Ambaffadors; and, as you pleafe,
So let them have their anfwers every one.
I fhall be well content with any choice,
Tends to God's glory, and my Country's weal.

Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors.
Exe. What, is my lord of Winchester inftall'd,
And call'd unto a Cardinal's degree?
Then I perceive That will be verify'd,
Henry the Fifth did fometime prophely:

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If once he came to be a Cardinal.

"He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown."

K. Henry. My Lords Ambaffadors, your feveral fuits
Have been confider'd and debated on;

Your purpose is both good and reasonable:
And therefore are we certainly refolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly Peace,
Which by my lord of Winchester we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

Glou. And for the proffer of my lord your mafter,
I have inform'd his Highnefs fo at large;

As

As, liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,

Her beauty and the value of her dower.
He doth intend She fhall be England's Queen.

K. Henry. In argument and proof of which Contract,
Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
And, fo my lord Protector, fee them guarded,
And fafely brought to Dover; where, infhipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the fea.

[Exeunt King and Train. Win. Stay, my lord Legate, you fhall first receive The fum of money which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his Holiness,

For clothing me in thefe grave ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your lordship's leifure. Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow, Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer. Humphry of Glofter, thou shalt well perceive, That nor in birth, or for authority, The Bishop will be over-borne by thee: I'll either make thee itoop, and bend thy knee, Or fack this country with a mutiny.

[Exeunt.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanson, Bastard, Reignier,

Dau.THI

and Joan la Pucelle.

HESE news, my
drooping fpirits:

Lords, may

'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

Enter Scout.

Scout. Succefs unto our valiant General,

And happiness to his accomplices!

Dau. What tidings fend our scouts? I pr'ythee, fpeak.

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 truft, 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 fhall be thine: Let Henry fret and all the world repine.

Dau. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate.

[Exeunt

Alarm: excufions. Enter Joan la Pucelle. Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. Now help, ye charming Spells and Periapts; And, ye choice Spirits, that admonifh me, And give me figns of future accidents; You speedy helpers, that are fubftitutes 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 fpeak not.

Oh, hold me not with filence over long :

Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
I'll lop a member off, and give it you

In earneft of a further benefit:

So

So you do condefcend to help me now.

[They hang their heads.

No hope to have redress? 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 duft. [Exit. Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight hand to hand. Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

York. Damfel of France, I think, I have you fast. Unchain your fpirits now with fpelling 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,
As if, with Circe, fhe would change my fhape.

Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer fhape thou canst not be.
York. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
No fhape, but his, can please your dainty eye.
Pucel. A plaguing mischief light on Charles and
thee!

And may ye both be fuddenly furpriz'd
By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds!

York. Fell, banning hag! inchantrefs, hold thy

tongue.

Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a-while. York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the

ftake.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Alarm. Enter Suffolk, with Lady Margaret in his hand.

Suf. B

E what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
[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 prisoners underneath her wings.
Yet if this fervile ufage once offend,

Go and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. [She is going.
Oh, ftay! I have no power to let her pass;
My hand would free her, but my heart fays, no.
As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
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:

Halt not a tongue? is fhe not here thy pris'ner?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's fight?

Ay; beauty's princely majefly is fuch,

Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes rough.

Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be so, What ranfem muft I pay before I pafs?

For, I perceive, I am thy prifoner.

Suf. How canit thou tell, fhe will deny thy fuit, Before thou make a trial of her love?

[Afide.

Mar.