Your purpose is both good and reasonable :
And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

GLO. And for the proffer of my lord your mafter,-
I have inform'd his highness fo at large,
As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
Her beauty, and the value of her dower,-
He doth intend the shall be England's queen.

K. HEN. In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, [to the Amb.] pledge of my affection. And fo, my lord protector, fee them guarded,

And safely brought to Dover; where, infhipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt King HENRY and Train; GLOSTER, EXETER,
and Ambaffadors.

WIN. Stay, my lord legate; you fhall first receive The fum of money, which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his holiness

For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

LEG. I will attend upon your lordship's leifure.
WIN. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
Humphry of Glofter, thou shalt well perceive,
That, neither in birth, or for authority,
The bishop will be overborne by thee:
I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.

[Exeunt.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces, marching.

:

CHAR. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping 'Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.

[fpirits:

ALEN. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Elfe, ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter a MESSENGER.

MESS. Succefs unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices!

CHAR. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee, fpeak.
MESS. The English army, that divided was

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one;
And means to give you battle presently.

CHAR. Somewhat too fudden, firs, the warning is;
But we will presently provide for them.

BUR. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

Puc. Of all bafe paffions, fear is most accurs'd:Command the conqueft, Charles, it shall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.

CHAR. Then on, my lords; And France be fortunate!

SCENE III. The fame. Before Angiers.

Alarums: Excurfions. Enter LA PUCELLE.

[Exeunt.

[Thunder.

Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts; And ye choice fpirits that admonish me, And give me figns of future accidents! You speedy helpers, that are fubftitutes) Under the lordly monarch of the north, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!

This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accuftom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd
Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk about, and speak not.

my blood,

O, hold me not with filence over-long!
Where I was wont to feed you with
I'll lop a member off, and give it you,
In earnest of a further benefit ;
So you do condefcend to help me now.-

[They hang their heads.

No hope to have redress ?-My body shall
Pay recompenfe, if you will grant my fuit.

[They shake their heads.

Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice,
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then take my foul; my body, foul, and all,
Before that England give the French the foil,

See! they forfake me.

[They depart.

Now the time is come,

That France muft vail her lofty-plumed creft,
And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,
And hell too strong for me to buckle with :-
Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft.
Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting.
CELLE and YORK fight hand to hand. LA PUCELLE is
taken. The French fly..

[Exit. La Pʊ

YORK. Damfel of France, I think, I have you faft; Unchain your fpirits now with spelling charms,

And try if they can gain your liberty.

A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!

See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,
As if, with Circe, fhe would change my shape.

Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be.
YORK. O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man ;
No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and thee! And may ye both be suddenly surpriz'd

By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds!

YORK. Fell, banning hag! enchantrefs, hold thy tongue.
Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while.
YORK. Curse, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the stake.

[Exeunt. Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in lady MARGARET. SUF. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prifoner.

O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;

[Gazes on her.

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands,

And lay them gently on thy tender fide.

I kiss these fingers [Kiffing her hand.] for eternal peace: 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 cygnets save,
Keeping them prifoners underneath her wings.
Yet, if this fervile ufage once offend,

Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.

[She turns away as going. O, ftay!-I have no power to let her pass; My hand would free her, but my heart fays-no. VOL. IV.

F

As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams,
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:
Fie, De la Poole! difable not thyself;

Hast not a tongue? is the not here thy prisoner?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's fight?
Ay beauty's princely majefty is fuch,

Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough,
MAR. Say, earl of Suffolk,-if thy name be fo,-
What ranfom muft I pay before I pass?

For, I perceive, I am thy prifoner.

SUF. How canft thou tell, fhe will deny thy fuit, Before thou make a trial of her love?

[Afide. MAR. Why speak'st thou not? what ransom 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 thou haft a wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?

[Afide.
MAR. I were 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; 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 these realms.
But there remains a fcruple in that too:
For though her father be the king of Naples,