Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou doft but what thou may'st. Win. Abominable Glofter! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long.

[Exeunt. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.— Good God! that nobles fhould fuch ftomachs bear!

I myself fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

France. Before Orleans.

Enter, on the walls, the Mafter-Gunner and his Son.

M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd; And how the English have the fuburbs won.

Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I mifs'd my aim.

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by

me:

Chief mafter-gunner am I of this town ;

Something I must do, to procure me grace.

The prince's efpials have informed me,

How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
Wont, through a fecret grate of iron bars

In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;

And thence difcover, how, with most advantage,.
They may vex us, with fhot, or with affault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;
And fully even these three days have I watch'd,
If I could fee them. Now, boy, do thou watch,
For I can ftay no longer.

If thou spy'ft any, run and bring me word;
And thou shalt find me at the governor's.

[Exit.

Son.

Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Enter, in an upper chamber of a Tower, the Lords SA-
LISBURY and TALBOT, Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE,
Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, and Others.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd?
Difcourfe, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him I was exchang'd and ransomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Which I, difdaining, fcorn'd: and craved death
Rather than I would be fo pil'd esteem'd.

In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.

But, O! the treacherous Faftolfe wounds my heart!
Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,

If I now had him brought into my power.

Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not, how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With fcoffs, and fcorns, and contumelious taunts. In open market-place produc'd they me,

To be a publick spectacle to all;

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French,

The scare-crow that affrights our children fo.
Then broke I from the officers that led me;
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.

My grisly countenance made others fly;

None durft come near, for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
C

So

So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,
And fpurn in pieces posts of adamant :
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
And if I did but ftir out of my bed,
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd;
But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.

Now it is fupper-time in Orleans:

Here, through this grate, I can count every one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;

Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and fir William Glanfdale,
Let me have your express opinions,

Where is best place to make our battery next.

Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there ftand lords. Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I fee, this city must be famish'd, Or with light fkirmishes enfeebled.

[Shot from the town.

GARGRAVE fall.

SALISBURY and Sir THOMAS

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched finners!
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!

Tal. What chance is this, that fuddenly hath crofs'd

us?

Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;

How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's fide ftruck off!
Accurfed tower! accurfed fatal hand,

That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars :

Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up,

Hi

His fword did ne'er leave striking in the field.

Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
One eye thou haft to look to heaven for grace:
The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.—
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!—
Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, haft thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy fpirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die, whiles-

He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me ;
As who should fay, when I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.—
Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched fhall France be only in my name.

[Thunder heard; afterwards an alarum. What ftir is this? What tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head:

The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,—

A holy prophetefs, new rifen up,

Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

[SALISBURY groans.

Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan!
It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.-
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :-
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,

Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,

And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.

Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what thefe daftard Frenchmen dare.

[Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.

SCENE V.

The fame. Before one of the gates.

Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT purfueth the Dauphin, and driveth him in: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter TALBOT.

Tal. Where is my ftrength, my valour, and my
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them ;
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

Enter LA PUCELLE.

force?

Here, here he comes :--

-I'll have a bout with thee;

Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:

Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,

And ftraightway give thy foul to him thou ferv'st.
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.

[They fight.
Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail?
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,
And from my shoulders crack my arms afunder,
But I will cháftife this high-minded ftrumpet.

Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come :
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

O'ertake me, if thou canst; I fcorn thy ftrength.
Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men;

Help Salisbury to make his testament :

This day is ours, as many more shall be.

[PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers,

Tal.