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Before Angiers.
[Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE]
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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The reg|ent con|quers, and | the French|men fly.
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Now help | ye charm|ing spells | and per|iapts,
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And ye / choice spir|its that | admon|ish me,
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And give | me signs | of fu|ture ac|cidents.
[Thunder]
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You spee|dy help|ers, that | are sub|stitutes
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Under | the lord|ly mon|arch of | the north,
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Appear,| and aid | me in | this ent|erprise.
[Enter Fiends]
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This spee|dy and quick | appear|ance arg|ues
proof
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Of your | accust|omed dil|igence | to me.
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Now ye | famil|iar spir|its, that | are culled
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Out of | the power|ful reg|ions und|er earth,
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Help me | this^once,| that France | may get | the
field.
[They walk, and speak not]
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Oh hold | me not | with sil|ence ov|er-long:
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Where I | was wont | to feed | you with | my
blood,
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I'll lop | a mem|ber off,| and give | it you,
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In earn/est of | further | bene|fit:
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So you | do con|descend | to help | me now.
[They hang their heads]
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No hope | to have | redress?| My bo/dy shall
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Pay recompense,| if you | will grant | my suit.
[They shake their heads]
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Cannot | my bo|dy nor / blood-sac|rifice,
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Entreat | you to | your wont|ed furth|erance?
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Then take | my soul;| my bod|y, soul,| and all,
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Before | that Eng|land give | the French | the
foil.
[They depart]
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See, they | forsake| me. Now | the time | is come,
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That France | must vail | her lof|ty-plum|ed
crest,
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And let | her head | fall in|to Eng|land's lap.
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My an|cient in|canta|tions are / too weak,
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And hell too strong | for me | to buck|le with:
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Now* France,| thy glo|ry droop|eth to | the dust.
[Exit. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK.
JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.]
YORK
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Damsel | of France,| I think | I have | you
fast,
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Unchain | your spir|its now | with spel|ling
charms,
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And try | if they | can gain | your lib|erty.
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A good|ly prize,| fit for | the dev|il's grace.
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See how | the ug|ly wench | doth^bend | her
brows,
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As if | with Cir|ce she | would change | my
shape.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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Changed to a | worser | shape thou | canst not
be:
YORK
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Oh, Charles the Dauph|in is | a prop|er man,
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No* shape | but his | can please | your dain|ty
eye.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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A plag|uing mis|chief light | on Charles,| and
thee,
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And may | ye both | be sud|denly | surprised
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By blood|y hands,| in sleep|ing on | your beds.
YORK
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Fell banning hag,| enchant|ress hold | thy
tongue.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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I prith|ee give | me leave | to curse | awhile.
YORK
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Curse mis/creant,| when thou | comst to | the
stake.
[Exeunt. Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand]
SUFFOLK
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Be what | thou wilt,| thou art | my pris|oner.
[Gazes on her]
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Oh fair|est beaut|y, do | not fear,| nor fly:
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For I | will touch | thee but | with reve|rent
hands,
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I kiss | these fing/ers for | etern|al peace,
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And lay | them gen|tly on | thy tend|er side.
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Who art | thou, say?| That I | may hon|or thee.
MARGARET
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Margaret | my name,| and daught|er to | a king,
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The King | of Nap|les, who|soere | thou art.
SUFFOLK
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An earl | I am,| and Suf|folk am | I called.
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Be not | offend|ed na|ture's mir|acle,
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Thou art | allot|ted to | be tane | by me:
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So doth | the swan | her down|y cyg|nets save,
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Keeping | them pris|oner und|erneath | her
wings:
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Yet if | this serv|ile us|age once | offend,
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Go, and | be free | again,| as Suf|folk's friend.
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Oh stay:| I have | no power | to let | her
pass,
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My hand | would free | her, but | my heart | says^no,
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As plays | the sun | upon | the glass|y streams,
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Twinkling | anoth|er count|erfeit|ed beam,
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So seems | this gor|geous beaut|y to | mine^eyes.
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Fain would | I woo | her, yet | I dare | not* speak:
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I'll call | for pen | and ink,| and write | my
mind:
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Fie de | la Pole,| disab|le not | thyself:
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Hast not | a tongue?| Is she | not here?|
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Wilt thou | be daunt|ed at | a wom|an's sight?
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Aye: beauty's^prince|ly maj|esty | is such,
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Confounds | the tongue,| and makes | the sens|es
rough.
MARGARET
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Say^Earl | of Suf|folk, if | thy name | be so,
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What rans|om must | I pay | before | I pass?
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For I | perceive | I am | thy pris|oner.
SUFFOLK
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How canst | thou tell | she will | deny | thy
suit,
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Before | thou make | a tri|al of | her love?
MARGARET
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Why speakst | thou not?| What rans|om must | I
pay?
SUFFOLK
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She's beaut|iful;| and there|fore to | be
wooed:
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She is | a wom|an; there|fore to | be won.
MARGARET
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Wilt thou | accept | of rans|om, yea | or no?
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Fond man, remem|ber that | thou hast | a wife,
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Then how | can Marg|aret be | thy par|amour?
MARGARET
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I were | best to | leave him,| for he will | not
hear.
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There^all | is marred:| there lies a cool|ing
card.
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He talks | at ran|dom: sure | the man | is mad.
SUFFOLK
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And yet | a dis|pensa|tion may | be had.
MARGARET
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And yet | I would | that you | would ans|wer me:
SUFFOLK
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I'll win | this La|dy Marg|aret.| For whom?
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Why* for | my king:| tush, that's*| a wood|en
thing.
MARGARET
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He talks | of wood:| it is | some carp|enter.
SUFFOLK
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Yet so | my fan|cy may | be sat|isfied,
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And peace | estab|lished | between | these^realms.
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But there | remains | a scrup|le in / that too:
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For though | her fath|er be | the King | of
Nap||les,
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Duke | of An|jou and Maine,| yet is | he poor,
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And our | nobil|ity | will scorn | the match.
MARGARET
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Hear ye | captain?| Are you | not at | leisure?
SUFFOLK
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It shall | be so,| disdain | they nere | so much:
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Henry | is youth|ful, and | will quick|ly yield.
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Madam,| I have | a sec|ret to | reveal.
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What^though | I be | enthralled,| He seems | a
knight
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And will | not an|y way | dishon|or me.
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Lady,| vouchsafe to list|en what | I say.
MARGARET
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Perhaps | I shall | be res|cued by | the French,
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And then | I need | not* crave | his court|esy.
SUFFOLK
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Sweet* mad|am, give | me a hear|ing in | a cause.
MARGARET
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Tush, wom/en have | been cap/tivate | ere now.
SUFFOLK
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Lady,| wherefore | talk you | so?|
MARGARET
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I cry | you mer|cy, 'tis | but Quid | for Quo.
SUFFOLK
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Say gent|le prin|cess, would | you not | suppose
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Your bon|dage hap|py, to | be made | a queen?
MARGARET
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To be | a queen | in bond|age, is / more vile,
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Than is | a slave,| in base | servil|ity:
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For prin|ces should | be free.
SUFFOLK
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And so | shall you,
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If hap|py Eng|land's roy|al king | be free.
MARGARET
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Why what | concerns | his free|dom un|to me?
SUFFOLK
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I'll und|ertake | to make | thee Hen|ry's queen,
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To put | a gold|en scep|ter in | thy hand,
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And set | a pre|cious crown | upon | thy head,
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If thou | wilt con|descend | to be | my--
MARGARET
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What?
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His love.
MARGARET
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I am un|worthy | to be Hen|ry's wife.
SUFFOLK
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No gentle mad|am, I | unworth|y am
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To woo | so fair | a dame | to be | his wife,
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And have no por|tion in | the choice | myself.
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How say | you mad|am, are | ye so | content?
MARGARET
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And if | my fath|er please,| I am | content.
SUFFOLK
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Then call | our cap|tains and | our col|ors
forth,
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And mad|am, at | your fath|er's cas|tle walls
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We'll crave | a par|ley, to | confer | with him.
[A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls]
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See Reign|ier see,| thy daught|er pris|oner.
REIGNIER
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To whom?
SUFFOLK
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To me.
REIGNIER
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Suffolk,| what rem|edy?
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I am | a sol|dier, and | unapt | to weep,
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Or to | exclaim | on for|tune's fick|leness.
SUFFOLK
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Yes, there | is rem|edy | enough | my lord,
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Consent,| and for | thy hon|or give | consent,
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Thy daught|er shall | be wed|ded to | my king,
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Whom I | with pain | have wooed | and won |
thereto:
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And this | her ea|sy-held | impris|onment,
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Hath gained | thy daught|er prince|ly lib|erty.
REIGNIER
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Speaks Suf/folk as | he thinks?
SUFFOLK
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Fair* Marg|aret
knows,
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That Suf|folk doth | not flat|ter, face,| or
feign.
REIGNIER
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Upon | thy prince|ly war|rant, I | descend,
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To give | thee ans|wer of | thy just | demand.
[Exit from the walls]
SUFFOLK
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And here | I will | expect | thy com|ing.
[Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below]
REIGNIER
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Welcome | brave earl in|to our ter|ritories,
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Command | in An|jou what | your hon|or pleas||es.
SUFFOLK
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Thanks | Reignier,| happy for | so sweet | a
child,
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Fit to | be made | compan|ion with | a king:
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What ans|wer makes | your grace | unto | my suit?
REIGNIER
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Since thou | dost deign | to woo | her lit|tle
worth,
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To be | the prince|ly bride | of such | a lord:
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Upon | condi|tion I | may qui|etly
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Enjoy | mine^own,| the count|ry Maine | and
An||jou,
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Free | from oppres|sion, or | the stroke | of war,
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My daught|er shall | be Hen|ry's, if | he please.
SUFFOLK
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That is | her rans|om, I | deliv|er her,
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And those two count|ies I | will und|ertake
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Your grace | shall well | and qui|etly | enjoy.
REIGNIER
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And I | again | in Hen|ry's roy|al name,
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As dep|uty | unto | that gra|cious king,
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Give thee | her hand | for sign | of plight|ed
faith.
SUFFOLK
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Reignier | of France,| I give | thee king|ly
thanks,
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Because | this is | in traf|fic of | a king.
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And yet | methinks | I could | be well | content
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To be | mine^own | attor|ney in | this case.
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I'll ov|er then | to Eng|land with | this news,
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And make | this mar|riage to | be sol|emnized:
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So fare|well Reign|ier, set | this di|amond safe
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In gold|en pal|aces | as it | becomes.
REIGNIER
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I do | embrace | thee, as | I would | embrace
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The Chris|tian prince | King^Hen|ry were | he
here.
MARGARET
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Farewell | my lord,| good* wish|es, praise, and
prayers,
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Shall Suf|folk ev|er have | of Marg|aret.
SUFFOLK
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Farewell | sweet* mad|am: but / hark you |
Margaret,
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No prince|ly com|menda|tions to | my king?
MARGARET
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Such com|menda|tions as | becomes | a maid,
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A vir|gin and | his serv|ant, say | to him.
SUFFOLK
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Words sweetly placed,| and mod|estly |
direc||ted.
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But | madam,| I must | trouble | you again,
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No lov|ing tok|en to | his maj|esty?
MARGARET
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Yes, my good lord,| a pure | unspot|ted heart,
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Never | yet^taint | with love,| I send | the
king.
SUFFOLK
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And this | withal. \\
[Kisses her]
MARGARET
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That for | thyself,| I will | not so | presume,
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To send | such peev|ish tok|ens to | a king.
[Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET]
SUFFOLK
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O wert | thou for | myself: but Suf|folk stay,
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Thou mayst | not wand|er in | that lab|yrinth,
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There Min|otaurs | and ug|ly treas|ons lurk,
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Solic|it Hen|ry with | her wond|rous praise.
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Bethink | thee on | her vir|tues that | surmount,
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And nat|ural grac|es that | exting|uish art,
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Repeat | their sem|blance of|ten on | the seas,
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That when | thou comst | to kneel | at Hen|ry's
feet,
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Thou mayst^be|reave him | of his | wits with | wonder.
[Exit]