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Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth:
There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise; [190]
Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
Mad 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. [195]
Exit.
Scene IV IT
Enter York, Warwick, [a] Shepherd, [la] Pucelle [guarded, and others].
Y ORK
Bring forth that sorceress condemned to burn.
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? [5]
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.
SHEPHERD
Out, out! - My lords, and please you, ’tis not so: [10]
I did beget her, all the parish knows.
Her mother liveth yet, can testify
She was the first-fruit of my bach’lorship.
WARWICK
Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage?
Y ORK
