|The First part of King Henry the Sixth|
| Henry VI, part 1
| Act 5, Scene 3
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Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLEJOAN LA PUCELLE
The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.YORK
Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
And ye choice spirits that admonish me
And give me signs of future accidents.
ThunderYou speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
Enter FiendsThis speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
Out of the powerful regions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.
They walk, and speak notO, hold me not with silence 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 further benefit,
So you do condescend to help me now.
They hang their headsNo hope to have redress? My body shall
Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
They shake their headsCannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
Before that England give the French the foil.
They departSee, they forsake me! Now the time is come
That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,
And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK. JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.
Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:JOAN LA PUCELLE
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 wench doth bend her brows,
As if with Circe she would change my shape!
Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.YORK
O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;JOAN LA PUCELLE
No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!YORK
And may ye both be suddenly surprised
By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!JOAN LA PUCELLE
I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.YORK
Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.SUFFOLK
Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand
Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.MARGARET
Gazes on herO fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
And lay them gently on thy tender side.
Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,SUFFOLK
The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.MARGARET
Be not offended, nature's miracle,
Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
She is goingO, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
My hand would free her, but my heart says no
As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So seems 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.
Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--SUFFOLK
What ransom must I pay before I pass?
For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,MARGARET
Before thou make a trial of her love?
Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?SUFFOLK
She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;MARGARET
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.SUFFOLK
Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;MARGARET
Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.SUFFOLK
There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.MARGARET
He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.SUFFOLK
And yet a dispensation may be had.MARGARET
And yet I would that you would answer me.SUFFOLK
I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?MARGARET
Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!
He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.SUFFOLK
Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,MARGARET
And peace established between these realms
But there remains a scruple in that too;
For though her father be the King of Naples,
Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
And our nobility will scorn the match.
Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?SUFFOLK
It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.MARGARET
Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,SUFFOLK
And will not any way dishonour me.
Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.MARGARET
Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;SUFFOLK
And then I need not crave his courtesy.
Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--MARGARET
Tush, women have been captivate ere now.SUFFOLK
Lady, wherefore talk you so?MARGARET
I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.SUFFOLK
Say, gentle princess, would you not supposeMARGARET
Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
To be a queen in bondage is more vileSUFFOLK
Than is a slave in base servility;
For princes should be free.
And so shall you,MARGARET
If happy England's royal king be free.
Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?SUFFOLK
I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,MARGARET
To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
And set a precious crown upon thy head,
If thou wilt condescend to be my--
I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.SUFFOLK
No, gentle madam; I unworthy amMARGARET
To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
And have no portion in the choice myself.
How say you, madam, are ye so content?
An if my father please, I am content.SUFFOLK
Then call our captains and our colours forth.REIGNIER
And, madam, at your father's castle walls
We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the wallsSee, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!
Suffolk, what remedy?SU FFOLK
I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:REIGNIER
Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
And this her easy-held imprisonment
Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?SUFFOLK
Fair Margaret knowsREIGNIER
That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
Upon thy princely warrant, I descendSUFFOLK
To give thee answer of thy just demand.
Exit from the walls
And here I will expect thy coming.REIGNIER
Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below
Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:SUFFOLK
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,REIGNIER
Fit to be made companion with a king:
What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
Since thou dost deign to woo her little worthSUFFOLK
To be the princely bride of such a lord;
Upon condition I may quietly
Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
That is her ransom; I deliver her;REIGNIER
And those two counties I will undertake
Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
And I again, in Henry's royal name,SUFFOLK
As deputy unto that gracious king,
Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,REIGNIER
Because this is in traffic of a king.
AsideAnd yet, methinks, I could be well content
To be mine own attorney in this case.
I'll over then to England with this news,
And make this marriage to be solemnized.
So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
In golden palaces, as it becomes.
I do embrace thee, as I would embraceMARGARET
The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayersSUFFOLK
Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;MARGARET
No princely commendations to my king?
Such commendations as becomes a maid,SUFFOLK
A virgin and his servant, say to him.
Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.MARGARET
But madam, I must trouble you again;
No loving token to his majesty?
Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,SUFFOLK
Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
And this withal.MARGARET
That for thyself: I will not so presumeSUFFOLK
To send such peevish tokens to a king.
Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET
O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
And natural graces that extinguish art;
Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
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