This speedy and quick appearance argues proof   [aec008] Of your accustom’d diligence to me. Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull’d   [aec010] Out of the powerful regions under earth,   [aec011] 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   ·aec015· 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   ·aec020· 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   [aec025] 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. [_Exit._ _Excursions. Re-enter_ LA PUCELLE _fighting hand to hand with_ YORK: LA PUCELLE _is taken. The French fly_. _York._ Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:   [aec030] Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms And try if they can gain your liberty.   [aec032] A goodly prize, fit for the devil’s grace! See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows, As if with Circe she would change my shape!   ·aec035· _Puc._ Changed 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 surprised   ·aec040· By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! _York._ Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue! _Puc._ I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile. _York._ Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.   [aec044] [_Exeunt._ _Alarum. Enter_ SUFFOLK, _with_ MARGARET _in his hand_. _Suf._ Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.   [aec045] [_Gazes on her._ O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly! For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;   [aec047] I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,   [aec048] And lay them gently on thy tender side. Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.   [aec050] _Mar._ Margaret my name, and daughter to a king, The King of Naples, whosoe’er thou art.