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King Henry the Sixth, V. iii  York. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:

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.

Joan. 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.

Joan. A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!

And may ye both be suddenly surpris'd

By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

York. Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!

Joan. I prithee, give me leave to curse a while.

York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.

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.

I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,

And lay them gently on thy tender side.

What 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 call'd.

Be not offended, nature's miracle,

Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:

 31 spelling: working spells

35 with Circe: Circe-like

37 proper: handsome

42 Fell: fierce

48 for: in token of

55 allotted: appointed (by fate) 