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He doth intend fhe fhall be England's Queen.

K. Henry. In argument and proof of which Contract, Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection. And, fo, my Lord Protector, fee them guarded, And fafely brought to Dover; where, infhipp'd, Commit them to the fortune of the fea.

[Exeunt King and Train. Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you fhall first receive The fum of money which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his Holiness,
For cloathing me in these grave ornaments.

Legate. 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 fhalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, or for authority,
The Bishop will be over-borne by thee:
I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

Dau.

S CENE III.

Changes to France.

[Exeunt.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanfon, Bastard,
Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle.

HESE news, my Lords, may chear our

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THE drooping fpirits:

'Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.

Alan. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your Pow'rs in dalliance,

Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us,

Elfe Ruin combat with their Palaces.

Nor in birth.] I would read is legitimate and thy authority for birth. That is, thou fhalt fupreme. not rule me though thy birth

Enter

Enter Scout.

Scout. Succefs unto our valiant General, And happiness to his accomplices!

Dau. What tidings fend our fcouts? I pr'ythee, speak.

Scout. The English army, that divided was
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one;
And means to give you battle presently.

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

Burg. I truft, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my Lord, you need not fear. Pucel. Of all bafe paffions fear is most accurft. Command the Conqueft, Charles, it fhall be thine: Let Heury fret and all the world repine.

Dau. Then on, my Lords; and France be fortu

nate.

[Exeunt.

Alarm: excurfions. Enter Joan la Pucelle.

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Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.' Now help, ye charming Spells and Periapts; And ye, choice Spirits, that admonish me, And give me figns of future accidents; You speedy helpers, that are substitutes Under the lordly 9 monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize.

Enter Fiends.

This speedy quick appearance argues proof accuftom'd diligence to me.

Of

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ye charming Spells and Periapts; Charms fow'd up. Ezek. xiii. 18. Wo to them that fow pillows to all arm-holes, to hunt fouls.

POPE.

9 Monarch of the North.] The North was always fuppofed to be the particular habitation of bad fpirits. Milton therefore affembles the rebel angels in the North.

Now,

Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd

'Out of the pow'rful regions under earth, Help me this once, that France may get the field. [They walk, and Speak not.

Oh, hold me not with filence over long,

Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
I'll lop a member off, and give it you
In earnest of a further benefit,

So you do condescend to help me now.

[They bang their beads.

No hope to have redrefs? my body shall
Pay recompence, if you will

grant my fuit.
[They shake their beads

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

[They depart.
See, they forfake me. Now the time is come,
That France muft vail her lofty plumed crest,
And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,
And Hell too ftrong for me to buckle with.
Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft. [Exit.

Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight hand to hand.
Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

York. Damfel of France, I think, I have
you faft.
Unchain your spirits 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 fhape.
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 ShakeSpear wrote legions.

WARBURTON.

No

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

And may ye both be fuddenly furpris'd

By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds.

York. Fell, banning hag! inchantrefs, hold thy tongue.

Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a-while. York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the ftake. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

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

Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prifoner.

[Gazes on ber.

Oh, fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;
For I will touch thee but with reverend hands.
I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,

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 pass;

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 glof
Jy ftreams, &c.] This com-

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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, 3 difable not thyself;

Haft not a tongue? is fhe 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 makes the fenfes rough.
Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be fo,
What ranfom must I pay before I pass?
For, I perceive, 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 ranfom 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. '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 these 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 Difable not thyself.] Do not reprefent thyfelf fo weak. To disable the judgment of another was, in that age, the fame as to deftroy its credit or authority.

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