Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receive The sum of money which I promiséd

Should be delivered to his holiness

For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. Win. [Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,

Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive
That, neither in birth or for authority,

The bishop will be overborne by thee.

I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
Or sack this country with a mutiny.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-France. Plains in Anjou.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, BASTARD, REIGNIER, LA PUCELLE, and forces.

Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits.

'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt

And turn again unto the warlike French.

Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of

France,

And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else, ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter Scout.

Scout. Success unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices!

Char. What tidings send our scouts! I prithee, speak.

Scout. The English army, that divided was
Into two parts, is now conjoined in one,
And means to give you battle presently.

Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is ; But we will presently provide for them,

Bur. I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. — Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine, Let Henry fret and all the world repine.

Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortu

nate!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Before Angiers.

Alarum. Excursions. Enter LA PUCELLE.

Puc. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen

fly.—

Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
And ye choice spirits that admonish me

And give me signs of future accidents. [Thunder.
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear and aid me in this enterprise.-

Enter Fiends.

This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustomed diligence to me.

Now, ye familiar spirits, that are culled

Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk, and speak not.

O, 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 a further benefit,

So

you do condescend to help me now.—

[They hang their heads.

[They shake their heads.

No hope to have redress ?-My body shall
Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.

Cannot 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 depart.

See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
That France must vail her lofty-pluméd 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. [Exit.

Excursions.

Re-enter LA PUCELLE fighting hand

to hand with YORK: LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.

York. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast; 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!
Puc. Changed to a worser shape thou canst
not be.

York. O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man; No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!

And may ye both be suddenly surprised
By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

York. Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy

tongue!

Puc. I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the [Exeunt.

stake.

Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK, with MARGARET in his

hand.

Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!

[Gazes on her.

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.

Mar. Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,

The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.

Suf. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I called.

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.