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, In yonder tower, to overpeer the city; And thence difcover, how, with most advantage,. A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd; If thou spy'ft any, run and bring me word; [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- Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd. But, O! the treacherous Faftolfe wounds my heart! 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. My grisly countenance made others fly; None durft come near, for fear of fudden death. So So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread, Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd; Now it is fupper-time in Orleans: Here, through this grate, I can count every one, Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.- 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! 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? That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy! 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, He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me ; [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! 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 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. [They fight. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come : O'ertake me, if thou canst; I fcorn thy ftrength. Help Salisbury to make his testament : This day is ours, as many more shall be. [PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers, Tal. |