Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King; Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty. That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or fain. Trumpets found. Enter Reignier. Reig. Welcome, brave Earl, into our territories; What answer makes your Grace unto my fuit? Upon condition I may quietly Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou, Suf. That is her ranfom, I deliver her; Reig. And I again in Henry's Royal name, Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, And yet, methinks, I could be well content To be mine own Attorney in this case. I'll over then to England with this News, Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace U [Afide. Mar. Mar. Farewel, my lord: good wishes, praise and pray'rs Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [She is going. Suf. Farewel, sweet Madam; hark you, Margaret; No princely commendations to my King? Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, A virgin and his fervant, say to him. Suf. Words fweetly plac'd, and modeftly directed. But, Madam, I muft trouble you again, No loving token to his Majefty? 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 thy felf. [Kiffes her. I will not fo presume, To fend fuch peevish tokens to a King. Suf. O, wert thou for my felf!-but, Suffolk, ftay; Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth; There Minotaurs, and ugly treafons, lurk. Sollicit Henry with her wond'rous praise, Bethink thee on her virtues that furmount, Her nat❜ral graces that extinguish art; Repeat 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. [Ext. 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! 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 firft-fruit of my batch'lorship. War. Gracelefs, wilt thou deny thy parentage? York. York. This argues, what her kind of life hath been, Shep. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle : Pucel. Peafant, avaunt! You have fuborn'd this man Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, Thy mother gave thee when thou fuck'dft her breast, Or elfe, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, Doft thou deny thy father, curfed drab ? O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. [Exit. York. Take her away, for fhe hath liv'd too long, To fill the world with vitious qualities. Pucel. First, let me tell you, whom you have con- Not me begotten of a fhepherd swain, To work exceeding miracles on earth: Will Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heav'n. Place pitchy barrels on the fatal stake, That fo her torture may be shortened. Pucel. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ? York. Now heav'n forefend! the holy maid with child! 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 thousand 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 most intolerable. York. Why, here's a girl; I think, fhe knows not well, (There were so many) whom the may accuse. War. It's fign, the hath been liberal and free. York. And yet forfooth, fhe 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 May never glorious fun reflex his beams Drive you to break your necks, or hang your felves! Enter Cardinal of Winchester. Car. Lord Regent, I do greet your Excellence York. Is all our travel turn'd to this effect? So many Captains, gentlemen and foldiers, War. Be patient, York; if we conclude a Peace ;. 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 come to be informed by your felves, What the conditions of that league must be. York. Speak, Winchefter; for boiling choler chokes The hollow paffage of my prifon'd voice, By fight of these our baleful enemies. Win. Charles and the reft, it is enacted thus: That in regard King Henry gives confent, |