Free from oppression, or the stroke of war, Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. Suff. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, Because this is in traffic of a king: And yet, methinks, I could be well content To be mine own attorney in this case. [Aside. I'll over then to England with this news, And make this marriage to be solemnized; So, farewell, Reignier! Set this diamond safe Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace Suff Farewell, sweet madam! But hark you, Margaret; Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, The Christian prince, king Henry, were he here. Mar. Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praise, and prayers, Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. No princely commendations to my king? A virgin, and his servant, say to him. [Going. Suff. Words sweetly placed and modestly directed. But, madam, I must trouble you again, No loving token to his majesty ? Mar. Yes, my good lord; a pure unspotted heart, Never yet taint with love, I send the king. Mar. That for thyself;-I will not so presume, [Kisses her. [Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET. Suff. O, wert thou for myself!-But, Suffolk, stay; Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder. [Exit. SCENE IV-Camp of the Duke of YORK, in Anjou. Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others. Fork. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to burn. Enter LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a SHEPHERD. Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart outright! Have I sought every country far and near, And, now it is my chance to find thee out, I am descended of a gentler blood; Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine. Shep. Out, out!-My lords, an please you, 'tis not so: I did beget her, all the parish knows: Her mother liveth yet, can testify, She was the first fruit of my bachelorship. War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage? Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. Shep. Fie, Joan! that thou wilt be so obstacle! God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh; And for thy sake have I shed many a tear: Deny me not, I pr'ythee, gentle Joan. Puc. Peasant, avaunt!-You have suborn'd this man, Of purpose to obscure my noble birth. Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, The morn that I was wedded to her mother.- Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck'dst her breast, Or else when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. York. Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities. Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd: Chaste and immaculate in every thought; [Exit. York. Ay, ayaway with her to execution. War. And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid, That so her torture may be shortened. Puc. 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 hale me to a violent death. York. Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child? Is all your strict preciseness 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 bastards live: Especially, since Charles must father it. Puc. You are deceived; my child is none of his; It was Alençon, that enjoy'd my love. York. Alençon, that notorious Machiavel! It dies, an if it had a thousand lives. Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you; Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I named, But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd. Wor. A married man! that's most intolerable. York. Why, here's a girl! I think, she knows not well, There were so many, whom she may accuse. War. It's sign, she hath been liberal and free. York. And, yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat, and thee: Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. Puc. Then lead me hence;-with whom I leave my curse: May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourselves! [Exit, guarded. York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to ashes, Thou foul accursed minister of hell! Enter CARDINAL BEAUFORT, attended. * Car. Lord regent, I do greet your excellence Compassion. York. Is all our travail turn'd to this effect? War. Be patient, York: If we conclude a peace, As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby. Enter CHARLES, attended; ALENÇON, BASTARD, REIGNIER, and others. Char. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed, That peaceful truce shall 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 passage of my poison'd voice, By sight of these our baleful enemies. Win. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus: That-in regard king Henry gives consent, Of mere compassion, and of lenity, Alen. Must he be then as shadow of himself? Adorn his temples with a coronet: And yet, in substance and authority, Retain but privilege of a private man? Char. "Tis known already that I am possess'd Be cast from possibility of all. York. Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means Used intercession to obtain a league; And, now the matter grows to compromise, Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison ? Either accept the title thou usurp'st, Or we will plague thee with incessant wars. Alen. To say the truth, it is your policy, And therefore take this compact of a truce, [Aside, to CHARLES. War. How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand? Char. It shall: Only reserved, you claim no interest In any of our towns of garrison. York. Then swear allegiance to his majesty; As thou art knight, never to disobey, Nor be rebellious to the crown of England, Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England. [CHARLES, and the rest, give tokens of fealty. So, now dismiss your army when ye please; Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still, For here we entertain a solemn peace. SCENE V-London. A Room in the Palace. [Exeunt. Enter KING HENRY, in conference with SUFFOLK; GLOSTER and EXETER following. K. Hen. Your wondrous rare description, noble earl, Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me: Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart: And like as rigour in tempestuous gusts Suff. Tush! my good lord! this superficial tale And, which is more, she is not so divine, • "Be content to live as the beneficiary of our king." |