MARGARET.
That for thyself. I will not so presume
To send such peevish tokens to a king.
[Exeunt Reignier and Margaret.]
SUFFOLK.
O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
Thou mayst 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 mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
[Exit.]
SCENE IV. Camp of the Duke of York in Anjou.
Enter York, Warwick and others.
YORK.
Bring forth that sorceress condemn’d to burn.
Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a Shepherd.
SHEPHERD.
Ah, Joan, this kills thy father’s heart outright!
Have I sought every country far and near,
And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I’ll die with thee!
PUCELLE.
Decrepit miser, base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.