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Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cullud qadi of
Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice,
See, they forfake me. Now the time is come, el
Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight hand to bard. I Pucelle is taken. The French fynod
York. Damfel of France, I think, I have you faft. Uunchain your fpirits now with fpelling Charms, And try if they can gain your liberty.okent 27 308 A goodly prize, fit for the devil's Grace! basc See, how the ugly, witch doth bend her brows, As if, with Circe, he would change my fhape. Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer fhape thou canst not be. York. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
"Out of the pow'rful regions under earth.] I believe ShakeSpeare wrote legions. WARBURTON.
No fhape, but his, can please your dainty eye.
And may ye both be fuddenly furpris'd
Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a-while. York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the haftake.
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Alarm. Enter Suffolk, with Lady Margaret in his hand.
Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prifoner.
Mar. Margaret, my name; and daughter to a King;
Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
Go and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. [She is going.
As plays the fun upon the glaf-
parifon, made between things which feem fufficiently unlike,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
Haft not a tongue? is she not here thy pris'ner ?
Suf. How can't thou tell fhe will deny thy fuit, Before thou make a trial of her love? Afide. Mar. Why fpeak'ft thou not? what ransome muft I pay?
Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Mar. Wilt thou accept of rapfom, yea, or no? Suf. Fond man! remember that thou haft a wife; Then how canMargaret 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 you 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,
is intended to exprefs the foftnefs and delicacy of Lady Margaret's beauty, which delighted, but did not dazzle; which was bright, but gave no pain by its luftre.
Difable not thyself. Do not reprefent thyfelf fo weak. To disable the judgment of another was, in that age, the fame as deftroy its credit or authority.
For though her father be the King of Naples,
Mar. Hear ye me, Captain? Are ye not at leifure?
Mar. What tho' I be inthrall'd, he feems a Knight, And will not any way dilhonour me.
Suf. Lady, vouchfafe to liften what I say.
Suf. Sweet Madam, give me hearing in a cause. Mar. Tufh, women have been captivate ere now. [Afide.
Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you fo?
Mar. To be a Queen in Bondage, is more vile
Suf. And fo fhall you,
Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
Suf. His love.
Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
Mar. An if my father pleafe, I am content.
And, Madam, at your father's castle-walls,
Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls.
Suf. See, Reignier, fee thy daughter prifoner.
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.
That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
Trumpets found. Enter Reignier.
Reig. Welcome, brave Earl, into our territories; Command in Anjou, what your Honour pleases.
Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy in fo fweet a child, Fit to be made companion of a King. What anfwer 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 counties, I will undertake, Your Grace fhall well and quietly enjoy.