This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.

Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou

may'st.

Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head;

For I intend to have it, ere long.

[Exeunt. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will de

part.

Good God! that nobles should such stomachs 2 bear! I myself fight not once in forty year.

SCENE IV.

France. Before Orleans.

[Exeunt.

Enter, on the Walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is

besieg'd;

And how the English have the suburbs won.

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

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

me:

Chief master-gunner am I of this town;

Something I must do, to procure me grace:
The prince's espials 4 have informed me,

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

In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;

And thence discover, how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with shot, or with assault.

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 see them. Now, boy, do thou watch,
For I can stay no longer.

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

[Exit.

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
SALISBURY and TALBOT, Sir WILLIAM GLANS-
DALE, 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?
Discourse, 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 baser man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd.4

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

But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart! Whom with my bare fists I would execute,

If I now had him brought into my power.

Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert entertain'd.

Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts.

VOL. VI.

4 So stripped of honours.

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In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a publick spectacle to all;

Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scare-crow that affrights our children so.
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 durst come néar for fear of sudden death.

In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ;

So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn 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 stir 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 sufficiently.

Now it is supper-time in Orleans :

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

Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions,

Where is best place to make our battery next.

Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand

lords.

Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

[Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir THO. GARGRAVE fall.

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man! Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath cross'd us?

Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;
How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!—
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,

That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy !
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ;
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.-
Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth
fail,

One

eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
The sun 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, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die, whiles

He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;
As who should say, When 1 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 shall France be only in my name.

[Thunder heard; afterwards an Alarum.

What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens ?
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?

Enter a Messenger.

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

The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,—
A holy prophetess, new risen 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 :

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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 these dastard Frenchmen

dare.

[Exeunt, bearing out the Bodies.

SCENE V.

The same. Before one of the Gates.

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

Tal. Were is my strength, my valour, and my force?

5 A dirty wench