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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 freedom 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。 Sound a parley。 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。 SUFFOLK。 Yes； there
is remedy enough； my lord。 Consent； and for thy honour give consent； Thy
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daughter shall be wedded to my king； Whom I with pain have woo'd and
won thereto； And this her easy…held imprisonment Hath gain'd 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 REIGNIER 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 solemniz'd。 So； farewell； Reignier。 Set this diamond
safe In golden palaces； as it becomes。 REIGNIER。 I do embrace thee as I
would embrace The Christian prince； King Henry； were he here。
MARGARET。 Farewell； my lord。 Good wishes； praise； and prayers； Shall
Suffolk ever have of Margaret。 ＇She is going＇ SUFFOLK。 Farewell； sweet
madam。 But hark you； Margaret No princely commendations to my king？
MARGARET。 Such commendations as becomes a maid； A virgin； and his
servant； say to him。 SUFFOLK。 Words sweetly plac'd and modestly
directed。 But； madam； I must trouble you again No loving token to his
Majesty？ MARGARET。 Yes； my good lord： a pure unspotted heart； Never
yet taint with love； I send the King。 SUFFOLK。 And this withal。 ＇Kisses
her＇ MARGARET。 That for thyself； I will not so presume To send such
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peevish tokens to a king。 Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET
SUFFOLK。 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 com'st to kneel at Henry's feet； Thou mayst bereave
him of his wits with wonder。 Exit
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SCENE 4。
Camp of the DUKE OF YORK in Anjou
Enter YORK； WARWICK； and others YORK。 Bring forth that
sorceress； condemn'd to burn。
Enter LA PUCELLE； guarded； and a SHEPHERD
SHEPHERD。 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； Must I behold thy timeless cruel death？ Ah； Joan； sweet daughter Joan；
I'll die with thee！ PUCELLE。 Decrepit miser！ base ignoble wretch！ I am
descended of a gentler blood； Thou art no father nor no friend of mine。
SHEPHERD。 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 bach'lorship。 WARWICK。 Graceless； wilt thou deny thy
parentage？ YORK。 This argues what her kind of life hath been… Wicked
and vile； and so her death concludes。 SHEPHERD。 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 prithee； gentle Joan。
PUCELLE。 Peasant； avaunt！ You have suborn'd this man Of purpose to
obscure my noble birth。 SHEPHERD。 'Tis true； I gave a noble to the priest
The morn that I was wedded to her mother。 Kneel down and take my
blessing； good my girl。 Wilt thou not stoop？ Now cursed be the time Of
thy nativity。 I would the milk Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst
her breast Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake。 Or else； when thou didst
keep my lambs afield； I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee。 Dost
thou deny thy father； cursed drab？ O； burn her； burn her！ Hanging is too
good。 Exit YORK。 Take her away； for she hath liv'd too long； To fill the
world with vicious qualities。 PUCELLE。 First let me tell you whom you
have condemn'd： Not me begotten of a shepherd swain； But issued from
the progeny of kings； Virtuous and holy； chosen from above By inspiration
of celestial grace； To work exceeding miracles on earth。 I never had to do
with wicked spirits。 But you； that are polluted with your lusts； Stain'd with
the guiltless blood of innocents； Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices；
Because you want the grace that others have； You judge it straight a thing
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impossible To compass wonders but by help of devils。 No； misconceived！
Joan of Arc hath been A virgin from her tender infancy； Chaste and
immaculate in very thought； Whose maiden blood； thus rigorously effus'd；
Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven。 YORK。 Ay； ay。 Away with
her to execution！ WARWICK。 And hark ye； sirs； because she is a maid；
Spare for no fagots； let there be enow。 Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal
stake； That so her torture may be shortened。 PUCELLE。 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！ WARWICK。 The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought： Is all your
strict preciseness come to this？ YORK。 She and the Dauphin have been
juggling。 I did imagine what would be her refuge。 WARWICK。 Well； go to；
we'll have no bastards live； Especially since Charles must father it。
PUCELLE。 You are deceiv'd； my child is none of his： It was Alencon that
enjoy'd my love。 YORK。 Alencon； that notorious Machiavel！ It dies； an if
it had a thousand lives。 PUCELLE。 O； give me leave； I have deluded you。
'Twas