So farewel, Reignier; fet this diamond fafe.
In golden palaces, as it becomes.

Reig. I do do embrace thee, as I would embrace
The Chriftian Prince King Henry, were he here.

Mar. Farewel, my Lord: good wishes, praise and pray'rs Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.

[She is going. Suf. Farewel, fweet Madam; hark you, Margaret; No princely commendations to my King?

Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, A virgin and his fervant, fay to him..

Suf. Words fweetly plac'd, and modeftly directed. But, Madam, I muit trouble you again,

No loving token to his Majetty.

Mar. Yes, my good Lord, a pure unfpotted heart, Never yet taint with love, I fend the King.

Suf. And this withal.

Mar. That for thyself.

[Kiffes ber.

I will not fo prefume,

To fend fuch peevish tokens to a King.

Suf. O. wert thou for myself! — but, Suffolk, ftay ; Thou may'ft not wander in that labyrinth; There minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk.. Sollicit Henry with her wond'rous praise, Bethink thee on her virtues that furmount, Her nat ral graces that extinguish art; Fepeat their femblance often on the feas; That, when thou com'ft to kneel at Henry's feet, Thou may ft bereave him of his wits with wonder. [Exeunt.r

Enter York, Warwick, a Shepherd, and Pucelle. York. Bring forth that forcerefs, condemn'd to burn. Shep. Ah, Joan? this kills thy father's heart outright, Have I fought ev'ry country far and near, And now it is my chance to find thee out, Muft I behold thy timeless, cruel, death!

fubfequent line there. But, I think, the verse is perfeAly Ovidian as it is, and means this; But the parents forbad what they could not hinder.. For vetare fignifies, prob.bere dictis & factis, as Marti

nius tells us.

Ah, Joan, fweet daughter, I will die with thee.
Pucel. Decrepit mifer! bafe ignoble wretch!
I am defcended of a gentler blood.

Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine.

Shep. Out, out!my Lords, an please you, 'tis not fo I did beget her, all the parish knows :

Her mother, living yet, can teftify,

She was the first fruit of my bach'lorship.

War. Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage? York. This argues, what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. Shep. Fy, Joan, that thou wilt be fo obftacle: God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh, And for thy fake have I fhed many a tear; Deny me not, I pray thee, gentle Joan."

Pucel Peafant, avaunt! You have fuborn'd this man. Of purpose to obfcure my noble birth.

Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest,
The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
Kneel down and take my bleffing, good, my girl.
Wilt thou not toop? now curfed be the time
Of thy nativity! I would, the milk,

Thy mother gave thee when thou fuck'dft her breast,
Had been a little ratfbane for thy fake:

Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
I wish, some rav'nous wolf had eaten thee.

Doft thou deny thy father, curfed 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 Firt, let me tell you, whom you have condemn'ḍ Not me begotten of a fhepherd fwain, But iffu'd from the progeny of Kings; Virtuous and holy, chofen from above, By infpiration of celeftial grace, To work exceeding miracles on earth: I never had to do with wicked fpirits. But you, that are polluted with your lufts, Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,

Corrupt

Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
Because you want the grace, that others have,
You judge it freight a thing impoffible
To compafs wonders, but by help of devils.
No, mifconceived Joan of Arc hath been
A virgin from her tender infancy,
Chafte and immaculate in very thought;
Whofe maiden blood, thus rig'roufly effus'd,
Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heav'n.
York. Ay, ay; away with her to execution.
War. And hark ye, Sirs; becaufe fhe is a maid,,
Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
Place pitchy barrels on the fatal ftake,
That so her torture may be shortened.

Pucel. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts
Then, Joan, difcover 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. hale 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 friet precifenefs come to this?

York. She and the Dauphin have been juggling: I did imagine, what would be her refuge.

War. Well, go to; we will have no baftards live; Efpecially, fince Charles muft father it.

Pucel. You are deceiv'd, my child is none of his ; It was Alanfon, that enjoy'd my love."

York. Alanfon! that notorious Machiavel!

It dies, an if it had a thoufand lives.

Pucel. O, give me leave, I have deluded

you;

'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the Duke I nam'd, But Reignier, King of Naples, that prevail'd.

War. A married man! that's molt intolerable. York. Why, here's a girl; I think, she knows not well, . (There were fo many) whom he may accule. War. It's fign, fhe hath been liberal and free. York. And yet, forfooth, fhe is a virgin pure.

Strumpet,

Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
Ufe no intreaty, for it is, in vain.

Pucel.Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curfe May never glorious fun reflex his beams

Upon the country where you make abode!

But darkness and the gloomy fhade of death
Inviron you, till mifchief and despair

Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourselves?

[Exit, guarded. York. Break thou in pieces, and confume to allies, Thou foul accurfed minifter of hell!

Enter Cardinal of Winchester.

Car. Lord Regent, I do greet your Excellence
With letters of commiffion from the King.
For know, my Lords, the flates of Christendom,
Mov'd with remorfe of thefe outrageous broils,
Have earnestly implor'd a gen'ral peace
Betwixt our nation and th' afpiring French;
And fee at hand the Dauphin, and his train,.
Approaching to confer about fome matters.

York. Is all our travel turn'd to this effect?
After the flaughter of fo many Peers,
So many captains, gentlemen and foldiers,
That in this quarrel have been overthrown,
And fold their bodies for their country's benefit,
Shall we at laft conclude effeminate peace?
Have we not loft most part of all the towns,
By treason, falfhood, and by treachery,
Our great progenitors had conquered?
Oh, Warwick, Warwick! I forefee with grief
The utter lofs of all the realm of France.

War. Be patient, York; if we conclude a peace,
It fhall be with fuch ftrict and fevere covenants,
As little fhall the Frenchmen gain thereby.

Enter Charles, Alanfon, Baftard, and Reignier.
Char. Since, Lords of England, it is thus agreed.
That peaceful truce fhall be proclaim'd in France;

We

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 prifon'd voice,

By fight of thefe our baleful enemies.

Win. Charles and the reft, it is enacted thus:.
That in regard King Henry gives confent,
Of mere compaffion, and of lenity,
To 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 fwear
To pay him tribute and fubmit thy felf,
Thou shalt be plac'd as Viceroy under him;
And ftill enjoy thy regal dignity.

Alan. Mut he be then a fhadow of himself?
Adorn his temples with a Coronet,
And yet in fubftance and authority
Retain but privilege of a private man?
This proffer is abfurd and reafonless.

Char. 'Tis known, already that I am poffeft
Of more than half the Gallian territories,
And therein rev'renc'd for their lawful King.
Shall 1, for lucre of the reft un-vanquish'd,
Detract fo much from that prerogative,
As to be call'd but Viceroy of the whole ?
No, Lord Ambaff.dor, I'll rather keep
That which I have, than, coveting for more,
Be caft from poffibility of all. b 1512

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York. Infulting Charles, haft thou by fecret means

Us'd interceffion to obtain a league;

And now the matter grows to compromife,
Stand't thou aloof upon comparifon
Either accept the title thou uforp❜ft,
Of benefit proceeding from our King,
And not of any challenge of defert,
Or we will plague thee with inceffant wars.

Reig My Lord, you do not well in obstinacys
To cavil in the courfe of this contract: