Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransom muft I pay?

Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed: She is a woman, therefore to be won.

[Afide.

Mar. Wilt thou accept of ranfom, yea, or no?

Suf. Fond man! remember, that thou haft a wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? [Afide. Mar. 'Twere beft to leave him, for he will not hear. Suf. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. Mar. He talks at random; fure, the man is mad. Suf. And yet a difpenfation may be had.

Mar. And yet I would, that thou would answer me. Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? Why, for my King: Tufh, that's a wooden thing. Mar. He talks of wood: it is fome carpenter. Suf. Yet fo my fancy may be fatisfy'd, And Peace established between thefe realms. But there remains a fcruple in that too: For though her father be the King of Naples, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet he is poor; And our Nobility will fcorn the match.

[Afide.

Mar. Hear ye me, Captain? are ye not at leisure? Suf. It fhall be fo, difdain they ne'er fo much: Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.

Madam, I have a fecret to reveal.

Mar. What tho' I be enthrall'd, he seems a Knight,

And will not any way difhonour me.

[Afide.

Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to liften what I say. Mar. Perhaps, I fhall be refcu'd by the French ; And then I need not crave his courtesy. [Afide. Suf. Sweet Madam, give me hearing in a caufe. Mar. Tufh, women have been captivate ere now. [Afide.

Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so? Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo. Suf. Say, gentle Princefs, would you not fuppofe Your bondage happy, to be made a Queen? Mar. To be a Queen in Bondage, is more vile

Than

Than is a flave in base servility;
For Princes fhould be free.

Suf. And fo fhall 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, To put a golden Scepter in thy hand,

And fet a precious Crown upon thy head,
If thou wilt condefend to be my-

Mar. What?
Suf. His love.

Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife, Suf. No, gentle Madam; I unworthy am To woo fo fair a dame to be his wife; And have no portion in the choice myself. How fay you, Madam, are you so content? Mar. An if my father please, I am content. Suf. Then call our Captains and our colours forth. And, Madam, at your father's castle-walls, We'll crave a parley to confer with him.

Suf.

SCENE V.

Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls.

SEE

E E, Reignier, fee thy daughter prisoner.
Reig. To whom?

Suf. To me.

Reig. Suffolk, what remedy?

I am a foldier, and unapt to weep,

Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord Confent, and for thy honour give consent, Thy daughter fhall be wedded to my King; Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto; And this her cafy-held imprifonment Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty. Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?

Suf.

Suf. Fair Margaret knows,

That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or fain.
Reig. Upon thy princely Warrant I defcend;
To give thee anfwer of thy juft demand.
Suf. And here I will expect thy Coming.

Trumpets found. Enter Reignier.

Reig. Welcome, brave Earl, into our territories;
Command in Anjou, what your Honour pleases.
Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy in so sweet a child,
Fit to be made companion of a King:

What answer makes your Grace unto my fuit?
Reig. Since thou doft deign to woo her little worth,
To be the Princely bride of fuch a lord;
Upon condition I may quietly

Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
Free from oppreffion or the ftroke of war,
My daughter fhall be Henry's, if he please.
Suf. That is her ranfom, I deliver her;
And those two Countries, I will undertake,
Your Grace fhall well and quietly enjoy.

Reig. And I again in Henry's Royal name,
As Deputy unto that gracious King,
Give thee her hand for fign of plighted faith.

Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
Because this is in traffic of a King.

And yet, methinks, I could be well content
To be mine own Attorney in this case.
I'll over then to England with this News,
And make this marriage to be folemniz'd:
So farewel, Reignier; fet this diamond fafe
In golden Palaces, as it becomes.

[Afide.

Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
The Chriftian Prince King Henry, were he here.
Mar. Farewel, my lord: good wifhes, praife and

pray'rs

Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.

[She is going.

Suf.

Suf. Farewel, fweet Madam, hark you, Margaret No Princely commendations to my King?

Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, A virgin and his fervant, fay to him.

Suf. Words fweetly plac'd, and modeftly 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 fend the King. Suf. And this withal.

[Kiffes her. Mar. That for thyfelf-I will not fo prefume, To send such peevish tokens to a King. Suf. O, wert thou for myself! but, Suffolk, ftay: Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth; There Minotaurs, and ugly treafons, lurk." Solicit Henry with her wond'rous praise, Bethink thee on her virtues that furmount, Her nat'ral graces that extinguish art; Repeat their femblance often on the feas; That, when thou com'ft to kneel at Henry's feet, Thou may'ft bereave him of his wits with wonder.

SCENE VI.

[Exeunts

Enter York, Warwick, a fhepherd, and Pucelle.

York. B

RING forth that forcerefs, condemn'd to

burn.

Shep. Ah, Joan! This kills thy father's heart out

Have I fought ev'ry Country far and near,

[right.

And now it is my chance to find thee out,
Muft I behold thy timeless, cruel, death!
Ah, Joan, fweet daughter, I will die with thee.
Pucel. Decripit mifer! bafe ignoble wretch!

I am defcended of a gentler blood.

Thou art no father, nor no friend of mine.

I did beget her, all the parish knows:
Her mother, living yet, can teftify,

She was the firft-fruit of my bach'lorship.

War. Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage? York. This argues what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile, and fo her death concludes. Shep. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be fo obftacle: God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh, And for thy fake have I fhed many a tear; Deny me not, I pray thec, gentle Joan.

Pucel. Peafant, avaunt! You have fuborn'd this

man

Of purpose to obfcure 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 bleffing, good my girl. Wilt thou not floop? now cursed be the time Of thy nativity! I would, the milk,

Thy mother gave thee when thou fuck'dft her breast,
Had been a little ratsbane for thy fake:

Or elfe, when thou did't keep my lambs a-field,
I wifh fome rav'nous wolf had eaten thee.
Doft thou deny thy father, curfed drab ?

O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good.

[Exit. York. Take her away, for fhe hath liv'd too long, To fill the world with vitious qualities.

Pucel. Firft, let me tell you, whom you have.con

demn'd;

Not me begotten of a fhepherd fwain,
But iffu'd from the progeny of Kings;
Virtuous and holy, chofen from above,
By inspiration of celestial grace,
To work exceeding miracles on earth:
I never had to do with wicked Spirits.
But you, that are polluted with your lufts,
Stain'd with the guiltlefs blood of innocents,
Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,

Becaufe