_Suf._ Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, Because this is in traffic of a king. [_Aside_] And yet, methinks, I could be well content   [aec165] To be mine own attorney in this case. I’ll over then to England with this news, And make this marriage to be solemnized. So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe In golden palaces, as it becomes.   ·aec170· _Reig._ I do embrace thee, as I would embrace The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.   [aec172] _Mar._ Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [_Going._   [aec174] _Suf._ Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;   [aec175] No princely commendations to my king? _Mar._ Such commendations as becomes a maid,   [aec177] A virgin and his servant, say to him. _Suf._ Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.   [aec179] But, madam, I must trouble you again;   ·aec180· No loving token to his majesty? _Mar._ Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart, Never yet taint with love, I send the king. _Suf._ And this withal. [_Kisses her._   [aec184] _Mar._ That for thyself: I will not so presume   [aec185] To send such peevish tokens to a king.   [aec186] [_Exeunt Reignier and Margaret._ _Suf._ 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:   ·aec190· Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount, And natural graces that extinguish art;   [aec192] Repeat their semblance often on the seas, That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry’s feet, Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder. [_Exit._   [aec195] SCENE IV. _Camp of the_ DUKE OF YORK _in Anjou_. _Enter_ YORK, WARWICK, _and others_. _York._ Bring forth that sorceress condemn’d to burn.   [aed001] _Enter_ LA PUCELLE, _guarded, and a_ Shepherd. _Shep._ 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?   [aed005] Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I’ll die with thee!   [aed006] _Puc._ Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch! I am descended of a gentler blood: Thou art no father nor no friend of mine. _Shep._ Out, out! My lords, an please you, ’tis not so;   [aed010] I did beget her, all the parish knows: Her mother liveth yet, can testify She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.   [aed013] _War._ Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage? _York._ This argues what her kind of life hath been,   ·aed015· Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. _Shep._ Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!   [aed017] God knows thou art a collop of my flesh; And for thy sake have I shed many a tear: Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.   [aed020] _Puc._ Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn’d this man, Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.