And may ye both be suddenly surprised By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! YORK 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.
Exeunt Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand SUFFOLK Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
Gazes on her O 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 Margaret my name, and daughter to a king, The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art. SUFFOLK An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
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 going O, 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. MARGARET Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--What ransom must I pay before I pass?
For I perceive I am thy prisoner. SUFFOLK How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit, Before thou make a trial of her love? MARGARET Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay? SUFFOLK She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;She is a woman, therefore to be won. MARGARET Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no. SUFFOLK Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? MARGARET 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?
Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing! MARGARET He talks of wood: it is some carpenter. SUFFOLK Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, 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. MARGARET Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure? SUFFOLK It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.
Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
Madam, I have a secret to reveal. MARGARET What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight, And will not any way dishonour me. SUFFOLK Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. MARGARET Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;And then I need not crave his courtesy. SUFFOLK 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 suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a queen? MARGARET To be a queen in bondage is more vile Than is a slave in base servility;For princes should be free. SUFFOLK And so shall you, If happy England's royal king be free. MARGARET Why, what concerns his ******* unto me? SUFFOLK I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen, To put a golden sceptre in thy hand And set a precious crown upon thy head, If thou wilt condescend to be my-- MARGARET What? SUFFOLK His love. MARGARET I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. SUFFOLK No, gentle madam; I unworthy am 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? MARGARET An if my father please, I am content. SUFFOLK Then call our captains and our colours forth.
And, madam, at your father's castle walls We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner! REIGNIER To whom? SUFFOLK To me. REIGNIER Suffolk, what remedy?
I am a soldier, and unapt to weep, Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness. SU FFOLK Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
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. REIGNIER Speaks Suffolk as he thinks? SUFFOLK Fair Margaret knows That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign. REIGNIER Upon thy princely warrant, I descend To give thee answer of thy just demand.
Exit from the walls SUFFOLK And here I will expect thy coming.
Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below REIGNIER Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. SUFFOLK Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child, Fit to be made companion with a king:
What answer makes your grace unto my suit? REIGNIER Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth 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. SUFFOLK That is her ransom; I deliver her;And those two counties I will undertake Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy. REIGNIER And I again, in Henry's royal name, As deputy unto that gracious king, Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. SUFFOLK Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, Because this is in traffic of a king.
Aside 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, And make this marriage to be solemnized.