O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
And may ye both be suddenly surprised
By bloody hands,
in sleeping on your beds!
Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!
JOAN LA PUCELLE
I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.
Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.
Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand
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 reverent hands;
I kiss these fingers for
And lay them gently on thy tender side.
Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
Be not offended, nature's miracle,
Thou art allotted to be ta'en by
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
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
de la Pole! disable not thyself;
Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's
Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
Say, Earl of Suffolkif thy name be so
What ransom must I pay before I pass?
For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
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