Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act 5, Scene 3
France. Before Angiers.
- Alarum. Excursions. Enter Joan de Pucelle.
Joan de Pucelle2 - 36
- 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.
- 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 accustom’d diligence to me.
- Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull’d
- 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.
- No hope to have redress? My body shall
- Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
- They shake their heads.
- 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-plumed 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.
- Excursions. Burgundy and York enter and fight hand to hand.
- French fly. Pucelle is brought in captive.
Richard, Duke of York40 - 45
- 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 witch doth bend her brows,
- As if, with Circe, she would change my shape!
Joan de Pucelle46
- Chang’d to a worser shape thou canst not be.
Richard, Duke of York47 - 48
- O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man,
- No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
Joan de Pucelle49 - 51
- A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
- And may ye both be suddenly surpris’d
- By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
Richard, Duke of York52
- Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!
Joan de Pucelle53
- I prithee give me leave to curse a while.
Richard, Duke of York54
- Curse, miscreant, when thou com’st to the stake.
- Alarum. Enter Suffolk with Margaret in his hand.
Earl of Suffolk57 - 63
- Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
- Gazes on her.
- O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly,
- For I will touch thee but with reverend hands.
- I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
- And lay them gently on thy tender side.
- Who art thou? Say, that I may honor thee.
Margaret64 - 65
- Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
- The King of Naples, whosoe’er thou art.
Earl of Suffolk66 - 87
- An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d.
- 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.
- O, stay!
- I have no power to let her pass,
- My hand would free her, but my heart says no.
- As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
- Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
- So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
- Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
- I’ll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
- Fie, De la Pole, disable not thyself.
- Hast not a tongue? Is she not here?
- Wilt thou be daunted at a woman’s sight?
- Ay; beauty’s princely majesty is such,
- ’Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
Margaret88 - 90
- Say, Earl of Suffolk—if thy name be so—
- What ransom must I pay before I pass?
- For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
Earl of Suffolk91 - 93
- How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
- Before thou make a trial of her love?
- Why speak’st thou not? What ransom must I pay?
Earl of Suffolk95 - 97
- She’s beautiful; and therefore to be wooed:
- She is a woman; therefore to be won.
- Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea or no?
Earl of Suffolk99 - 101
- Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife,
- Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
- I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
Earl of Suffolk103 - 104
- There all is marr’d; there lies a cooling card.
- He talks at random; sure the man is mad.
Earl of Suffolk106 - 107
- And yet a dispensation may be had.
- And yet I would that you would answer me.
Earl of Suffolk109 - 111
- I’ll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
- Why, for my king. Tush, that’s a wooden thing!
- He talks of wood; it is some carpenter.
Earl of Suffolk113 - 119
- Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
- And peace established between these realms.
- But there remains a scruple in that too;
- For though her father be the King of Naples,
- Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
- And our nobility will scorn the match.
- Hear ye, captain? Are you not at leisure?
Earl of Suffolk121 - 124
- It shall be so, disdain they ne’er so much.
- Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.—
- Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
Margaret125 - 127
- What though I be enthrall’d, he seems a knight,
- And will not any way dishonor me.
Earl of Suffolk128
- Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
Margaret129 - 131
- Perhaps I shall be rescu’d by the French,
- And then I need not crave his courtesy.
Earl of Suffolk132
- Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause.
Margaret133 - 134
- Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
Earl of Suffolk135
- Lady, wherefore talk you so?
- I cry you mercy, ’tis but quid for quo.
Earl of Suffolk137 - 138
- Say, gentle Princess, would you not suppose
- Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
Margaret139 - 141
- To be a queen in bondage is more vile
- Than is a slave in base servility;
- For princes should be free.
Earl of Suffolk142 - 143
- And so shall you,
- If happy England’s royal king be free.
- Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
Earl of Suffolk145 - 148
- 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—
Earl of Suffolk150
- His love.
- I am unworthy to be Henry’s wife.
Earl of Suffolk152 - 155
- 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?
- And if my father please, I am content.
Earl of Suffolk157 - 161
- Then call our captains and our colors 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!
Duke of Anjou162
- To whom?
Earl of Suffolk163
- To me.
Duke of Anjou164 - 166
- Suffolk, what remedy?
- I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
- Or to exclaim on fortune’s fickleness.
Earl of Suffolk167 - 172
- Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord.
- Consent, and for thy honor give consent,
- Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king,
- Whom I with pain have wooed and won thereto;
- And this her easy-held imprisonment
- Hath gain’d thy daughter princely liberty.
Duke of Anjou173
- Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
Earl of Suffolk174 - 175
- Fair Margaret knows
- That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
Duke of Anjou176 - 177
- Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
- To give thee answer of thy just demand.
- Exit from the walls.
Earl of Suffolk179
- And here I will expect thy coming.
- Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier below.
Duke of Anjou181 - 182
- Welcome, brave Earl, into our territories!
- Command in Anjou what your honor pleases.
Earl of Suffolk183 - 185
- Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
- Fit to be made companion with a king.
- What answer makes your Grace unto my suit?
Duke of Anjou186 - 191
- 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.
Earl of Suffolk192 - 194
- That is her ransom; I deliver her,
- And those two counties I will undertake
- Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
Duke of Anjou195 - 197
- And I again, in Henry’s royal name,
- As deputy unto that gracious king,
- Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
Earl of Suffolk198 - 206
- Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
- Because this is in traffic of a king.
- 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.
Duke of Anjou207 - 208
- I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
- The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
Margaret209 - 210
- Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praise, and prayers
- Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
- She is going.
Earl of Suffolk212 - 213
- Farewell, sweet madam! But hark you, Margaret,
- No princely commendations to my king?
Margaret214 - 215
- Such commendations as becomes a maid,
- A virgin, and his servant, say to him.
Earl of Suffolk216 - 218
- Words sweetly plac’d and modestly directed.
- But, madam, I must trouble you again,
- No loving token to his Majesty?
Margaret219 - 220
- Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
- Never yet taint with love, I send the King.
Earl of Suffolk221
- And this withal.
- Kiss her.
Margaret223 - 224
- That for thyself; I will not so presume
- To send such peevish tokens to a king.
- Exeunt Reignier and Margaret.
Earl of Suffolk226 - 234
- O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay,
- Thou mayest 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 mayest bereave him of his wits with wonder.