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 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 1 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 I 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. a 201 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, f And lay them gently on thy tender fide. Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me; So doth the Swan her downy cignets fave, Keeping them pris'ners underneath her wings... Go and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. [She is going. My hand would free her, but my heart fays, no. 2 As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams, As plays the fun upon the glaf- Twink parifon, made between things which feem fufficiently unlike, is Twinkling another counterfeited beam, 3 Haft not a tongue? is the 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 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. And Peace established between thefe realms. 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, [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. Your bondage happy, to be made a Queen? 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, 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. PP And, 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, 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; What anfwer makes your Grace unto my fuit? Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou, Suf. That is her ranfom, I deliver her; |