OF Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cullud squat of 'Out of the pow'rful regions under earth, A brg Help me this once, that France may get the field. They walk, and speak not. Oh, hold me not with filence over long boold ď Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, I'll lop a member off, and give it you go In earnest of a further benefit,vi Sorry'ng I don shuƆ Ani So you do condefcend to help me now, sh

They hang their beads.

No hope to have redrefs? my body shall
Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit.
[They fake their heads.
Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice,mină
Intreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then, take my foul; my body, foul and all w
Before that England give the French the foil.

vino [They depart. See, they forfake me. Now the time is come, I I That France muft vail her lofty-plumed creft, id I And let her head fall into England's lapasdi vat baA yol My ancient incantations are too weak, woda ne od77 And Hell too ftrong for me to buckle with Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft. [Exity

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Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight hand to bard. I Pucelle is taken. The French fly on wed

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.oked A goodly prize, fit for the devil's Grace! ban o See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, As if, with Circe, he would change my fhape.viv 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 pleafe your dainty eye. Pucel. A plaguing mifchief light on Charles and thee!

And may ye both be fuddenly furpris'd

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By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds. bled York. Fell, banning haginchantrefs, hold thy tongue. poris bus the admin & got hi Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a-while. York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the fake. [Exeunt.

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SCENE IV.

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

Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prifoner. [Gazes on her. Oh, faireft beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will touch thee but with reverend hands. I kifs thefe fingers for eternal peace,

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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 pris'ners 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 pow'r to let her pafs

My hand would free her, but my heart fays, no.

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As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams,

As plays the fun upon the glaf-
Jy freams, &c.] This com-

Twink

parifon, made between things which feem fufficiently unlike,

is

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.
Fy, De la Pole, difable not thyfelf;

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Haft not a tongue? is the not here thy pris'ner
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's fight?
Ay; beauty's princely Majefty is fuch,
Confounds the tongue, and make the fenfes rough.
Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be fo,
What ransom muft I pay before I pass?
For, I peceive, I am thy prifoner.

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 ranfome muft

I pay? Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

[Afide. Mar. Wilt thou accept of ranfom, yea, or no? Suf. Fond man! remember that thoù 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 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.

3 Disable not thyself. Do not reprefent thyfelf fo weak. To difable the judgment of another was, in that age, the fame as to deftroy its credit or authority.

For

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 leifure? 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 inthrall'd, he feems a Knight, And will not any way difhonour me.

[Afide. Suf. Lady, vouchfafe to liften what I fay. 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.

Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you fo?

[Afide.

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 is a flave in bafe fervility;

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 condefcend 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 fo content? Mar. An if my father pleafe, I am content. Suf. Then all our Captains and our colours forth. VOL. IV.

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And,

And, Madam, at your father's castle-walls,
We'll crave a parly to confer with him.

Sound. Enter Reignier on the walls.

Suf. See, Reignier, fee thy daughter prifoner.
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 confent,
Thy daughter fhall be wedded to my King;
Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
And this her ealy-held imprisonment
Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.
Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
Suf. Fair Margaret knows,

That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
Reig. Upon thy princely warrant I defcend;
To give the 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 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.