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Out of the pow'rful regions under-earth, A., 19 Help me this once, that France may get the filld.

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(They hang their beads. No hope to have redress? my body shall Pay recompence, if

you will grant my suit.

(They make their keads. Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice,

und bietet Intreat you to your wonted furtherance? Tben, take my soul; my body, soul and all; ? Before that England give the French the foil.

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Pucelle is taken. The French fly.id York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you faft. Uunchain your spirits now with spelling Charms,

OK, SM And try if they can gain your liberty. A goodly prize, fit for the devil's Grace! bris See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, As if, wich Circe, she would change my shape..?

Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer shape thou canst not be. York. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man ;

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No shape, but his, can please your dainty eye.
Pucel. A plaguing mischief light on Charles and

thee!
And may ye both be suddenly surpris’d
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York. Fell, banning hag! inchantress, hold thy

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Alarm. Enter Suffolk, with Lady Margaret in his hand. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. mi se i

[Gazes on ber. Oh, faireft beauty, do not fear, nor Ay; For I will touch thee but with reverend hands. I kiss these fingers for eternal peace, And lay them gently on thy tender side. Who art thou ? fay; thảr I may honour thee.

Mar. Margaret, my name; and daughter to a King; The King of Naples; whosoe'er thou art.

Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I callid. Be not offended, Nature's miracle, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me ; So doth the Swan her downy cignets save,' Keeping them pris’ners, underneath her wings.. Yet if this servile usage once offend, Go and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. (She is goingOh, stay! I have no pow'r to let her pass ; My hand would free her, but my heart says, no. ? As plays che sun upon the glasly streams,

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Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So seems 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.

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Fy, De la Pole, 3 disable not thyself;
Halt not a tongue ? is the not here thy pris'ner ;
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
Ay, beauty's princely Majesty is fuch,
Confounds the tongue, and make the fenses rough.

Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be to, What ransom muft I pay before I pass? For, I peceive, I am thy prisoner.

Suf. How can'lt thou tell she will deny thy suit, Before thou make a trial of her love? [Afide. Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransome must

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 rapsom, yea, or no?

Suf. Fond man! remember that thou hast a wife ; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour ? (Afide.

Mar. 'Twere best to leave him, for he will not hear.
Suf. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
Mar. He talks at random ; sure, the man is mad.
Suf. And yet a dispensation 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. Tush, that's a wooden thing.

Mar. He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.

Suf. Yet fo my fancy may be satisfy'd,
And Peace established between these realms,
But there remains a scruple in that too,

is intended to express the foft- 3 Disable not thyself.) Do noč ness and delicacy of Lady Mar- represent thyself so weak. To garet's beauty, which delighted, disable the judgment of another but did not dazzle; which was was, in that age, the fame

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For though her father be the King of Naples,
Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet he is poor ;
And our Nobility will scorn the match. [ Aside.

Mar. Hear ye me, Captain? Are ye not at leisure ?

Suf. It shall be fo, disdain they ne'er so much.
Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.
Madam, I have a secret to reveal.

Mar. What tho? I be'inthrall’d, he seems a Knight,
And will not any way dilhonour 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 Nave in base servility;
For Princes should be free.

Suf. And so Ihall 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 let a precious Crown upon thy head,
If thou wilt condescend 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 so fair a dame to be his wife;
And have no portion in the choice myfelf.
How say you, Madam, are you so content?

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

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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, see thy daughter prisoner.
Reig. To whom?
Suf. To me.

Reig. Suffolk, what remedy?
I am a soldier, 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 shall 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 descend;
To give the answer of thy just 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 suit ?

Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth, To be the Princely bride of such a Lord; Upon condition I may quietly Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou, Free from oppression or the stroke of war, My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.

Suf. That is her ransom, I deliver her ; And those two counties, I will undertake, Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

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