The first Part of Henry the Sixt.Keeping them prisoner vnderneath his wings:Yet if this seruile vsage once offend,Go, and be free againe, as Suffolkes friend.She is goingOh stay: I haue no power to let her passe,
[2280]
My hand would free her, but my heart sayes no.As playes the Sunne vpon the glassie streames,Twinkling another counterfetted beame,So seemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.Faine would I woe her, yet I dare not speake:
[2285]
Ile call for Pen and Inke, and write my minde:Fye
De la Pole, disable not thy selfe:
Hast not a Tongue? Is she not heere?Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans sight?I: Beauties Princely Maiesty is such,
[2290]
'Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough.Mar.Say Earle of Suffolke, if thy name be so,What ransome must I pay before I passe?For I perceiue I am thy prisoner.Suf.How canst thou tell she will deny thy suite,
[2295]
Before thou make a triall of her loue?M.Why speak'st thou not? What ransom must I pay?Suf.She's beautifull; and therefore to be Wooed:She is a Woman; therefore to be Wonne.Mar.Wilt thou accept of ransome, yea or no?Suf.
[2300]
Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife,Then how can
Margaret be thy Paramour?
Mar.I were best to leaue him, for he will not heare.Suf.There all is marr'd: there lies a cooling card.Mar.He talkes at randon: sure the man is mad.Suf.
[2305]
And yet a dispensation may bee had.Mar.And yet I would that you would answer me:Suf.Ile win this Lady
Margaret. For whom?
Why for my King: Tush, that's a woodden thing.Mar.He talkes of wood: It is some Carpenter.Suf.
[2310]
Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,And peace established betweene these Realmes.But there remaines a scruple in that too:For though her Father be the King of
Naples,
Duke of
Aniou and
Mayne, yet is he poore,
[2315]
And our Nobility will scorne the match.Mar.Heare ye Captaine? Are you not at leysure?Suf.It shall be so, disdaine they ne're so much:Henry is youthfull, and will quickly yeeld.
Madam, I haue a secret to reueale.Mar.
[2320]
What though I be inthral'd, he seems a knightAnd will not any way dishonor me.Suf.Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.Mar.Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French,And then I need not craue his curtesie.Suf.
[2325]
Sweet Madam, giue me hearing in a cause.Mar.Tush, women haue bene captiuate ere now.Suf.Lady, wherefore talke you so?Mar.I cry you mercy, 'tis but
Quid for
Quo.
Suf.Say gentle Princesse, would you not suppose
[2330]
Your bondage happy, to be made a Queene?Mar.To be a Queene in bondage, is more vile,Than is a slaue, in base seruility:For Princes should be free.Suf.And so shall you,
[2335]
If happy Englands Royall King be free.Mar.Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee?Suf.Ile vndertake to make thee
Henries Queene,
To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand,And set a precious Crowne vpon thy head,
Suf.His loue.Mar.I am vnworthy to be
Henries wife.
Suf.No gentle Madam, I vnworthy am
[2345]
To woe so faire a Dame to be his wife,And haue no portion in the choice my selfe.How say you Madam, are ye so content?Mar.And if my Father please, I am content.Suf.Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth,
[2350]
And Madam, at your Fathers Castle walles,Wee'l craue a parley, to conferre with him.Sound. Enter Reignier on the Walles.See
Reignier see, thy daughter prisoner.
Reig.To whom?Suf.To me.Reig.
[2355]
Suffolke, what remedy?I am a Souldier, and vnapt to weepe,Or to exclaime on Fortunes ficklenesse.Suf.Yes, there is remedy enough my Lord,Consent, and for thy Honor giue consent,
[2360]
Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King,Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto:And this her easie held imprisonment,Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie.Reig.Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes
?Suf.
[2365]
Faire
Margaret knowes,
That Suffolke doth not flatter, face, or faine.Reig.Vpon thy Princely warrant, I descend,To giue thee answer of thy iust demand.Suf.And heere I will expect thy comming.Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier.Reig.
[2370]
Welcome braue Earle into our Territories,Command in
Aniou what your Honor pleases.
Suf.Thankes
Reignier, happy for so sweet a Childe,
Fit to be made companion with a King:What answer makes your Grace vnto my suite?Reig.
[2375]
Since thou dost daigne to woe her little worth,To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord:Vpon condition I may quietlyEnioy mine owne, the Country
Maine and
Aniou,
Free from oppression, or the stroke of Warre,
[2380]
My daughter shall be
Henries, if he please.
Suf.That is her ransome, I deliuer her,And those two Counties I will vndertakeYour Grace shall well and quietly enioy.Reig.And I againe in
Henries Royall name,
[2385]
As Deputy vnto that gracious King,Giue thee her hand for signe of plighted faith.Suf.Reignier of France, I giue thee Kingly thankes,
Because this is in Trafficke of a King.And yet me thinkes I could be well content
[2390]
To be mine owne Atturney in this case.Ile ouer then to England with this newes.And make this marriage to be solemniz'd:So farewell
Reignier, set this Diamond safe
In Golden Pallaces as it becomes.Reig.
[2395]
I do embrace thee, as I would embraceThe Christian Prince King
Henrie were he heere.
Mar.Farewell my Lord, good wishes, praise, & praiers,Shall Suffolke euer haue of
Margaret.
Shee is going.Suf.Farwell sweet Madam: but hearke you
Margaret,
[2400]
No Princely commendations to my King?Mar.Such commendations as becomes a Maide,A Virgin, and his Seruant, say to him.Suf.Words sweetly plac'd, and modestie directed,But
[Act 4, Scene 3]
Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke. Enter Yorke
with Trumpet, and many Soldiers.
Yorke.
[1830]
Are not the speedy scouts return'd againe,That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin?Mess.They are return'd my Lord, and giue it out,That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his powerTo fight with
Talbot as he march'd along.
[1835]
By your espyals were discoueredTwo mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led,Which ioyn'd with him, and made their march for
(Burdeaux
YorkeA plague vpon that Villaine Somerset,That thus delayes my promised supply
[1840]
Of horsemen, that were leuied for this siege.Renowned
Talbot doth expect my ayde,
And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine,And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier:God comfort him in this necessity:
[1845]
If he miscarry, farewell Warres in France.Enter another Messenger.2. Mes.Thou Princely Leader of our English strength,Neuer so needfull on the earth of France,Spurre to the rescue of the Noble
Talbot,
Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron,
[1850]
And hem'd about with grim destruction:To Burdeaux warlike Duke, to Burdeaux Yorke,Else farwell
Talbot, France, and Englands honor.
Yorke.O God, that Somerset who in proud heartDoth stop my Cornets, were in
Talbots place,
[1855]
So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman,By forfeyting a Traitor, and a Coward:Mad ire, and wrathfull fury makes me weepe,That thus we dye, while remisse Traitors sleepe.Mes.
O send some succour to the distrest Lord.
Yorke.
[1860]
He dies, we loose: I breake my warlike word:We mourne, France smiles: We loose, they dayly get,All long of this vile Traitor Somerset.Mes.Then God take mercy on braue
Talbots soule,
And on his Sonne yong
Iohn, who two houres since,
[1865]
I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father;This seuen yeeres did not
Talbot see his sonne,
And now they meete where both their liues are done.Yorke.Alas, what ioy shall noble
Talbot haue,
To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue:
[1870]
Away, vexation almost stoppes my breath,That sundred friends greete in the houre of death.Lucie farewell, no more my fortune can,
But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man.Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and
Toures, are wonne away,
[1875]
Long all of Somerset, and his delay.ExitMes.Thus while the Vulture of sedition,Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders,Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse:The Conquest of our scarse‑cold Conqueror,
[1880]
That euer‑liuing man of Memorie,Henrie the fift: Whiles they each other crosse,
Liues, Honours, Lands, and all, hurrie to losse.
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<l n="1838">A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset,</l>
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<l n="1840">Of horsemen, that were leuied for this siege.</l>
<l n="1841">Renowned<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>doth expect my ayde,</l>
<l n="1842">And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine,</l>
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<l n="1846">Thou Princely Leader of our English strength,</l>
<l n="1847">Neuer so needfull on the earth of France,</l>
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<l n="1853">O God, that Somerset who in proud heart</l>
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<l n="1855">So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman,</l>
<l n="1856">By forfeyting a Traitor, and a Coward:</l>
<l n="1857">Mad ire, and wrathfull fury makes me weepe,</l>
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<p n="1859">O send some succour to the distrest Lord.</p>
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<speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
<l n="1860">He dies, we loose: I breake my warlike word:</l>
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<l n="1862">All long of this vile Traitor Somerset.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
<l n="1863">Then God take mercy on braue<hi rend="italic">Talbots</hi>soule,</l>
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<l n="1868">Alas, what ioy shall noble<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>haue,</l>
<l n="1869">To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue:</l>
<l n="1870">Away, vexation almost stoppes my breath,</l>
<l n="1871">That sundred friends greete in the houre of death.</l>
<l n="1872">
<hi rend="italic">Lucie</hi>farewell, no more my fortune can,</l>
<l n="1873">But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man.</l>
<l n="1874">
<hi rend="italic">Maine, Bloys, Poytiers,</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Toures</hi>, are wonne away,</l>
<l n="1875">Long all of Somerset, and his delay.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
<l n="1876">Thus while the Vulture of sedition,</l>
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<l n="1878">Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse:</l>
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