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, 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, If thou wilt condiscend to be my- Mar. What?
Suf. His loue
Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife
Suf. No gentle Madam, I vnworthy am 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, 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. 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, 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. 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. 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. Since thou dost daigne to woe her little worth, To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord: Vpon condition I may quietly Enioy mine owne, the Country Maine and Aniou, Free from oppression, or the stroke of Warre, My daughter shall be Henries, if he please
Suf. That is her ransome, I deliuer her, And those two Counties I will vndertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enioy
Reig. And I againe in Henries Royall name, 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 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. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace The 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, 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 Madame, I must trouble you againe, No louing Token to his Maiestie?
Mar. Yes, my good Lord, a pure vnspotted heart, Neuer yet taint with loue, I send the King
Suf. And this withall.
Kisse her.
Mar. That for thy selfe, I will not so presume, To send such peeuish tokens to a King
Suf. Oh wert thou for my selfe: but Suffolke stay, Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth, There Minotaurs and vgly Treasons lurke, Solicite Henry with her wonderous praise.
Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount, Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art, Repeate their semblance often on the Seas, That when thou com"st to kneele at Henries feete, Thou mayest bereaue him of his wits with wonder.
Exit
Enter Yorke, Warwicke, Shepheard, Pucell.
Yor. Bring forth that Sorceresse condemn"d to burne
Shep. Ah Ione, this kils thy Fathers heart out-right, Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere, And now it is my chance to finde thee out, Must I behold thy timelesse cruell death: Ah Ione, sweet daughter Ione, Ile die with thee
Pucel. Decrepit Miser, base ign.o.ble Wretch, I am am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no Father, nor no Friend of mine
Shep. Out, out: My Lords, and please you, "tis not so I did beget her, all the Parish knowes: Her Mother liueth yet, can testifie She was the first fruite of my Bach"ler-ship
War. Gracelesse, wilt thou deny thy Parentage?
Yorke. This argues what her kinde of life hath beene, Wicked and vile, and so her death concludes
Shep. Fye Ione, that thou wilt be so obstacle: G.o.d knowes, thou art a collop of my flesh, And for thy sake haue I shed many a teare: Deny me not, I prythee, gentle Ione
Pucell. Pezant auant. You haue suborn"d this man Of purpose, to obscure my n.o.ble birth
Shep. "Tis true, I gaue a n.o.ble to the Priest, The morne that I was wedded to her mother.
Kneele downe and take my blessing, good my Gyrle.
Wilt thou not stoope? Now cursed be the time Of thy natiuitie: I would the Milke Thy mother gaue thee when thou suck"st her brest, Had bin a little Rats-bane for thy sake.
Or else, when thou didst keepe my Lambes a-field, I wish some rauenous Wolfe had eaten thee.
Doest thou deny thy Father, cursed Drab?
O burne her, burne her, hanging is too good.
Enter.