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So farewel, Reignier ; set this diamond fafe
In golden palaces, as it becomes.
Reig. I do do embrace thee, as I would embrace i
The Christian Prince King Henry, were he here. Wi.
Mar. Farewel, my Lord: good wishes, praise and pray'r's Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. She is going.
Suf. Farewel, sweet Madam; bark you, Margaret; No princely commendations to my King of
Mar. Such commendations as become a maid,
A virgin and bis fervant, say to him.
Suf. Words sweetly plac'd, and modestly dire&teda
Bus, Madam, I muit trouble you again,
No loving token to his Majetty i.
Mar. Yes, my good Lord, a pure unspotted heart,
Never yet taint with love, I send the King.
Suf. And this withal.
Mar. That for thyself - I will not so prefume,
To send such peevith tokens to a King.
Suf. 0. wert thou for myself! -- but, Suffolk, ftay;
Thou may'ft not wander in that labyrinth; .
There minotaurs, and cgly treasons, lurk. v
Sollicit Henry with her wond'sous praise,
Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
Her nat'ral graces that extinguish art;
Fepeat their semblance often on the seas ;
That, when thou com'st to koeel at Henry's feet;
Thou may ít bereave him of his wits with wonder.
Enter York, Warwick, a Shepherd, and Pucelle.
York. Bring forth that forceress, condemn'd to burn.
Skep. Ah, Joans this kills thy father's heart outright. Have I foughi ev'ry country far and near, And now it is my chance to find thee out, Muit I behold thy ủimeless, cruel, death! fubfequent line there. But, I think, the verse is perfely Oridian as it is, and means this; But the parents forbad what they could niet hinder. For vetare fignities, prob.bere ditis & faétis, as Masti. nius tells us.
Ah, Joan, sweet daughter, I will die with thce.
Pucel. Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood,
Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine.
Shep. Qut, out my Lords, an please, you, 'tis not fo;
I did beget her, all the parith knows :
Her mother, living yet, can teftify,
She was the first fruit of
bach’lorship. War. Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage!
York. This argues, what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile; and fo her death concludes.
Shep. Fy, Jan, that thou wilt be so obstacle ::
God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh,
And for thy fake have i thed many a tear; .
Deny, me not, I pray thee, gentle Joan.
Pucel. Peasant, avaunt! You have fuborn'd this man, Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
Shep. 'T'is true, I gavę a noble to the priet,
The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
Kneel down and take my blefling, good my girl.
Wilt thou not toop? now cursed be the time
Of thy nativity! I would, the milk,
gave chee when thou fuck’aft her breast,
Had been a little satsbane for thy fake :
Os else, when thou didit keep my lambs a-field,
I will, some rav'nous wolf had eaten thee.
Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. [Exit.
York. Take her away, for the hath liv'd too long, To fill the world with vitious qualities.
Pucel. First, let me tell you, whom you have condemn'di Not me begotten of a shepherd (wain, But iffu'd from the progeny of Kings; Virtuous and holy, cholen from above, By inspiration of celestial grace, To work exceeding miracles on earth : I never had to do with wicked spirits, But you, that are polluted with your lufts, Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
Because you want the grace, that others have,,
You judge it ftreight a thing impossible
To compass wonders, but by help of devils.
No, misconceived Foan of Arc hath been
A virgin from her tender infancy,
Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
Whose maiden blood, thus rig?rously effusid,
Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heav'n.
York. Ay, ay; away with her to execution.
War. And hark ye, Sirs; because she is a maid,',
Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
Place pitchy barrels on the fatal stake,
That so her torture may be shortened.
Pucel. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts? :
Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity;
That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
I am with child, ye bloody homicides :
Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
Although ye. haie me to a violent death.
York. Now, heav'n forefend! the holy maid with child? :
War. The greatest miracle that ere you wrought: Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
York. She and the Davphin have been juggling: I did imagine, what would be her refuge.
War. Well, go to; we will have no bastards live; Especially, fince Charles must father it..
Pucel. You are deceiv’d, my child is none of his ;'. It was Alanson, that enjoy'd my love.
York. Alanfon! that notorious Machiavel ! It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
Pucel. O, give 'me leave, I have deluded you; 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the Duke I namd, But Reignier, King of Naples, that prevaild.
War. A married man! that's molt intolerable.
York. Wby, here's a girl; I think, the knows not well, . (There were so many) whom she may accule...
War. It's fign, me hath been liberal and free.
York. And yet, fotfooch, she is a virgin pure.
Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
Use no intreaty, for it is, in vain.
Pucel. Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse.
May never glorious fun reflex his beams
Upon the country where you make abode!
But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
Inviron you, till mischief and despair
Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourselves?
[Exit, guarded. York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to athes, Thou foul accursed minister of hell !
Enter Cardinal of Winchester.
Car. Lord Regent, I do greet your Excellence
With letters of commission from the King.
For know, my Lords, the states of Christendom,
Mov'd with remorse of these outrageous broils,.
Have earnestly implor'd a gen'ral peace
Betwixt our nation and ih aspiring French;
And fee at hand the Dauphin, and his trains,
Approaching to confer about some matters.
York. Is all our travel turn'd to this effect?
After the Naughter of so many Peers,
So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
That in this quarrel have been overthrown,
And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,.
Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace ?
Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
By treason, fallhood, and by treachery,
Our great progenitors had conquered ?
Oh, Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
The utter loss of all the realm of France.
War. Be patient, York; if we conclude a peaces,
It shall be with such strict and severe covenants,
As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
Enter Charles, Alanson, Baffard, and Reignier.
Char. Since, Lords of England, it is thus agreed.
That peaceful truce lhall be proclaim'd in France;
We come to be informed by yourselves,
What the conditions of that league must be.
York Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
The hollow paffage of my prison'd voice,
By fight of these our balcful enemies.
Win. Cburles and the reft, it is enacted thus
That in regard King Henry gives consent,
Of mere compassion, and of lenity,
'Fo ease your country of distressful war,
And fuffer you to breathe in fruitful peace ;;
You shall become true liegemen to his crown.
And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
To pay him tribute and submit thyself,
Thou shalt be plac'd as Viceroy under him;
And ftill enjoy thy regal dignity.
Alan. Muft he be then a Mhadow of himself }-
Adorn his temples with a Coronet,
And yet in fubftance and authority
Reiain but privilege of a private man?
This proffer is ablurd and reasonless.
Char. 'Tis known, already that I am poffeft
And therein rev'renc'd for their lawful King.
Shall I, for lucre of the rest un-vanquishid,
Detract so much from that prerogative,
As to be cail'd but Viceroy of the whole :-
No, Lord Amhair.dor; I'll rather keep you
That which I have, than, covering for more,
Be cast from poffibility of a'l.!!! 1512 9914 ??
York. Insuliing Charles, halt thou by fecret means.
Us'd interceflion to obtain a league ;
And now the matter grows to compromise,
Stand'ft thou aloof upon comparisons
Eicher accept the title thou usarp'it,
Of benefit proceeding from our King, : '.
And not of any challenge of defert, si
Or we will plague thee wiih inceffant wars.
Reig My Lord, you do not well in obtinacy
To cavil in the course of this contract :