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And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd,
[Exeunt King Henry and Train; Gloster, Ex
ETER, and Ambassadors.
Leg. I will attend upon your lordship’s leisure.
Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,
SCENE II.- France. Plains in Anjou.
Enter Charles, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE,
and Forces, marching: Char. These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping
spirits : 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French.
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; Else, ruin combat with their palaces !
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Success unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices !
Char, What tidings send our scouts ? I pr’ythee, speak.
Mess. The English army, that divided was
Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed :Command the conquest, 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 same. Before Angiers.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter La PucellE. Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts; And ye choice spirits, that admonish me, And give me signs of future accidents ! [Thunder. You speedy helpers, that are substitutes Under the lordly monarch of the north, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!
Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
[They walk about, and speak not. O, hold me not with silence over-long ! Where I was wont to feed
with my blood,
[They hang their heads. No hope to have redress ?—My body shall Pay recompense,
[They shake their heads.
[They depart. See! they forsake me.
Now the time is come,
Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting. LA PU
CELLE and YORK fight hand to hand. LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.
York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast : Unchain your spirits now with spelling charins, And try if they can gain your liberty.
A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace !
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!
York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy tongue.
Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady MARGARET. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
[Gazes on her. O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, And lay them gently on thy tender side. I kiss these fingers [Kissing her hand.] for eternal peace: Who art thou? say, that 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 call’d.
[She turns away as going.
O, stay !-I have no power to let her pass;
Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk,-if thy name be so, -
Suf. How canst thou tell, she will deny thy suit,
[ Aside. Mar. Why speak’st thou not? what ransom must I
Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman; therefore to be won.
[Aside. Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no?
Suf. Fond man! remember, that thou hast a wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom?
Mar. He talks of wood : It is some carpenter.