2374Which by my Lord of Winchester we meane

2375Shall be transported presently to France.

2376 Glo. And for the proffer of my Lord your Master,

2377I haue inform'd his Highnesse so at large,

2378As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts,

2379Her Beauty, and the valew of her Dower,

2380He doth intend she shall be Englands Queene.

2381 King. In argument and proofe of which contract,

2382Beare her this Iewell, pledge of my affection.

2383And so my Lord Protector see them guarded,

2384And safely brought to Douer, wherein ship'd

2385Commit them to the fortune of the sea. Exeunt.

2386 Win. Stay my Lord Legate, you shall first receiue

2387The summe of money which I promised

2388Should be deliuered to his Holinesse,

2389For cloathing me in these graue Ornaments.

2390 Legat. I will attend vpon your Lordships leysure.

2391 Win. Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,

2392Or be inferiour to the proudest Peere;

2393Humfrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceiue,

2394That neither in birth, or for authoritie,

2395The Bishop will be ouer-borne by thee:

2396Ile either make thee stoope, and bend thy knee,

2397Or sacke this Country with a mutiny. Exeunt

2401 Char. These newes (my Lords) may cheere our droo-

2402 ping spirits:

2403'Tis said, the stout Parisians do reuolt,

2404And turne againe vnto the warlike French.

2405 Alan. Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France,

2406And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance.

2407 Pucel. Peace be amongst them if they turne to vs,

2408Else ruine combate with their Pallaces.

2410 Scout. Successe vnto our valiant Generall,

2411And happinesse to his accomplices.

2412 Char. What tidings send our Scouts? I prethee speak.

2413 Scout. The English Army that diuided was

2414Into two parties, is now conioyn'd in one,

2415And meanes to giue you battell presently.

2416 Char. Somewhat too sodaine Sirs, the warning is,

2417But we will presently prouide for them.

2418 Bur. I trust the Ghost of Talbot is not there:

2419Now he is gone my Lord, you neede not feare.

2420 Pucel. Of all base passions, Feare is most accurst.

2421Command the Conquest Charles, it shall be thine:

2422Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.

2423 Char. Then on my Lords, and France be fortunate.

2426 Puc. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen flye.

2427Now helpe ye charming Spelles and Periapts,

2428And ye choise spirits that admonish me,

2429And giue me signes of future accidents. Thunder.

2430You speedy helpers, that are substitutes

2431Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North,

2432Appeare, and ayde me in this enterprize.

2434This speedy and quicke appearance argues proofe

2435Of your accustom'd diligence to me.

2436Now ye Familiar Spirits, that are cull'd

2437Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth,

2438Helpe me this once, that France may get the field.

2440Oh hold me not with silence ouer-long:

2441Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,

2442Ile lop a member off, and giue it you,

2443In earnest of a further benefit:

2444So you do condiscend to helpe me now.

2446No hope to haue redresse? My body shall

2447Pay recompence, if you will graunt my suite.

2449Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,

2450Intreate you to your wonted furtherance?

2451Then take my soule; my body, soule, and all,

2452Before that England giue the French the foyle.

2454See, they forsake me. Now the time is come,

2455That France must vale her lofty plumed Crest,

2456And let her head fall into Englands lappe.

2457My ancient Incantations are too weake,

2458And hell too strong for me to buckle with:

2459Now France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. Exit.

2462 Yorke. Damsell of France, I thinke I haue you fast,

2463Vnchaine your spirits now with spelling Charmes,

2464And try if they can gaine your liberty.

2465A goodly prize, fit for the diuels grace.

2466See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes,

2467As if with Circe, she would change my shape.

2468 Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be:

2469 Yor. Oh, Charles the Dolphin is a proper man,

2470No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

2471 Puc. A plaguing mischeefe light on Charles, and thee,

2472And may ye both be sodainly surpriz'd

2473By bloudy hands, in sleeping on your beds.

2474 Yorke. Fell banning Hagge, Inchantresse hold thy

2475 tongue.

2476 Puc. I prethee giue me leaue to curse awhile.

2477 Yorke. Curse Miscreant, when thou comst to the stake

2481 Suff. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

2483Oh Fairest Beautie, do not feare, nor flye:

2484For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands,

2485I kisse these fingers for eternall peace,

2486And lay them gently on thy tender side.

2487Who art thou, say? that I may honor thee.

2488 Mar. Margaret my name, and daughter to a King,

2489The King of Naples, who so ere thou art.

2490 Suff. An Earle I am, and Suffolke am I call'd.

2491Be not offended Natures myracle,

2492Thou art alotted to be tane by me:

2493So doth the Swan her downie Signets saue,