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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.

Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be.

York. O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man; No shape but his can please your dainty eye. Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and

thee! And may ye both be suddenly surpriz’d By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds ! York. Fell, banning hag !* enchantress, hold thy

tongue. Puc. I pr’ythee, give me leave to curse a while. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.


Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady

Suf. 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,
And lay them gently on thy tender side.
I kiss these fingers [Kissing her hand.] for eternal

peace: Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.

Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a king, The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.

Suf. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I callid.
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 prisoners underneath her wings.

Fell, banning hag!] To ban is to curse.

Yet, if this servile usage once offend,
Go, and be free again as Suffolk's friend.

[She turns away as 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: Fye, De la Poole! disable not thyself; Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner? Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough.

Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk,-if thy name be so,What ransome must I pay before I pass? For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner.

Suf. How canst thou tell, she will deny thy suit, Before thou make a trial of her love? (Aside. Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransome must

I pay? Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman; therefore to be won. [ Aside.

Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome, yea, or no? Suf. Fond man! remember, that thou hast a

wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? [Aside.

5 As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, &c.] This comparison, made between things which seem sufficiently unlike, is intended to express the softness and delicacy of Lady Margaret's beauty, which delighted, but did not dazzle; which was bright, but gave no pain by its lustre. Johnson.

disable not thyself;] Do not represent thyself so weak. To disable the judgment of another was, in that age, the same as to destroy its credit or authority. Johnson.

and makes the senses rough.] The meaning of this word is not very obvious. Sir Thomas Hanmer reads crouch.



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Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not hear. Suf. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. Mar. He talks at random; sure, the man is mad. Suf. And yet a dispensation may be had. Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me. Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? Why, for my king: Tush! that's a wooden thing.'

Mar. He talks of wood: It is some carpenter.

Suf. Yet so my fancyo 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. [Aside.

Mar. Hear ye, captain? Are you not at leisure?

Suf. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much: Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.Madam, I have a secret to reveal. Mar. What though I be enthrall d ? he seems a

knight, And will not any way dishonour me. [ Aside.

Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.

Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French; And then I need not crave his courtesy.

[ Aside. Suf. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a causeMar. Tush! women have been captivate ere now.

[ Aside. Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so ? Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for

quo. Suf. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?

Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, Than is a slave in base servility; For princes should be free.

- a wooden thing.) Is an aukward business, an undertaking not likely to succeed.

'- my fancy-) i. e. my love.


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