And not Protector of the King or Realm.

Glo. Stand back, thou manifeft Confpirator,
Thou that contrived'ft to murther our dead Lord,
Thou that giv'ft Whores Indulgencies to Sin,
I'll canvas thee in thy broad Cardinal's Hat,
If thou proceed in this thy Infolence.

Win. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
This be Damafcus, be thou curfed Cain,

To flay thy Brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Glo. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy Scarlet Robes, as a Child's bearing Cloth,
I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.

Win. Do what thou dar'ft, I beard thee to thy Face.
Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my Face?
Draw Men, for all this privileged Place,

Blue Coats to Tawny Coats. Prieft, beware thy Beard,
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly,
Under my Feet I'll ftamp thy Cardinal's Hat:
In fpight of Pope, or Dignities of Church,
Here by the Cheeks. I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Glofter, thou wilt anfwer this before the Pope.
Glo. Winchester Goose, I cry, a Rope, a Rope.
Now beat them hence, why do you let them ftay?
Thee I'll chafe hence, thou Wolf in Sheep's array.
Out Tawny Coats, out Scarlet Hypocrite.

Here Gloucefter's Men beat out the Cardinal's, and enter in the
burly-burly the Mayor of London, and his Officers.
Mayor. Fie, Lords, that you being fupream Magiftrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the Peace.

Glo. Peace, Mayor, for thou know'ft little of my Wrongs: Here's Beauford, that regards not God nor King, Hath here diftrain'd the Tower to his ufe.

Win. Here's Glo'fter too, a Foe to Citizens, One that still motions War, and never Peace, O'er-charging your free Purses with large Fines; That feeks to overthrow Religion,

Because he is Protector of the Realm;

And would have Armour here out of the Tower,
To Crown himself King, and fupprefs the Prince.
Glo. I will not anfwer thee with Words, but Blows.
[Here they skirmish again

Mayor

Mayor. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous Strife, But to make open Proclamation.

Come, Officer, as loud as e'er thou can't; cry;

All manner of Men assembled here in Arms this Day, against God's Peace and the King's, we Charge and Command you, in his Highness Name, to repair to your feveral dwelling Places, and not to wear, handle, or use any Sword, Weapons, or Dagger henceforward, upon pain of Death.

Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no Breaker of the Law: But we shall meet, and break our Minds at large. Win. Glofter, we'll meet to thy dear Coft be fure; Thy Heart-blood I will have for this day's Work. Mayor. I'll call for Clubs, if you will not away: This Cardinal is more haughty than the Devil. Glo. Mayor, farewel: Thou doft but what thou may'ft, Win. Abominable Glofter, guard thy Head, For I intend to have it e'er be long.

[Exeunt. Mayor. See the Coaft clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God, that Nobles fhould fuch Stomachs bear, I my felf fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt. Enter the Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Boy. M. Gun. Sirra, thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd, And how the English have the Suburbs won.

Boy. Father, I know, and oft have shot at them,

How e'er unfortunate I mifs'd my aim.

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

Chief Mifter-Gunner am I of this Town,

Something I muft do to procure me Grace:
The Prince's efpials have informed me,
How the English, in the Suburbs close intrench'd,
Went through a fecret Grate of Iron Bars,
In yonder Tower, to over-peer the City,
And thence difcover, how with most Advantage
They may vex us with Shot or with Assault.
To intercept this Inconvenience,

A piece of Ordnance 'gainft 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't any, run and bring me word,
And thou shalt find me at the Governor's.

[Exit. Bay.

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

Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the Turrets, with others. Sal. Talbot, my Life, my Joy, again return'd? How wert thou handled, being Prifoner? Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd? Difcourfe I prethee on this Turret's top.

Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a Prisoner,
Call'd the brave Lord Penton de Santraile,
For him was I exchang'd, and ranfomed.
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 efteem'd;
In fine, redeem'd I was, as I defir'd.

But O, the treacherous Falftaff 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 grifly Countenance made others fly,

None durft come near, for fear of fudden Death.
In Iron Walls they deem'd me not secure:

So great fear of my Name 'mongst them was fpread,
That they fuppos'd I could rend Bars of Steel,
And fpurn in pieces pofts of Adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen Shot I had;
They walk'd about me every Minute while;
And if I did but ftir out of my Bed,
Ready they were to fhoor me to the Heart.

Enter Boy with a Linftock.

Sal. I grieve to hear what Torments you endur'd,

But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.

Now it is Supper time in Orleans:

Here,

Here, through this Grate, I can count every one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortifie:
Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee:
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your exprefs Opinions,

Where is belt place to make our Batt'ry next?

Gar. I think at the North Gate, for there ftand Lords. Glan. And I here, at the Bulwark of the Bridge. Tal. For ought I fee, this City must be famish'd, Or with light Skirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they fhoot, and Salisbury falls down. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched Sinners. Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful Man. Tal. What chance is this that fuddenly hath croft us? Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canft, fpeak: How far'ft thou, Mirror of all Martial Men? One of thy Eyes, and thy Cheeks fide ftruck off? Accurfed Tower, accurfed fatal Hand That hath contriv'd this woful Tragedy.

In thirteen Battels, Salisbury o'ercame:

Henry the Fifth he firft train'd to the Wars.
Whilft any Trump did found, or Drum ftruck up,
His Sword did ne'er leave ftriking in the Field.
Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? though thy Speech doth fail,
One Eye thou haft 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 this Body, I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, haft thou any Life?
Speak unto Talbot, nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, chear thy Spirit with this Comfort,
Thou shalt not die whiles-

He beckons with his Hand, and smiles on me:
As who fhould fay, When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.
Plantagenet I will, and, Nero like, will
Play on the Lute, beholding the Towns burn:
Wretched fhall France be only in my Name.

[Here an Alarm, and it Thunders and Lightens. What ftir is this? What Tumult's in the Heavens?

Whence

Whence cometh this Alarum, and the Noife?
Enter a Messenger.

Meff. My Lord, my Lord, the French have gather'd head. The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, A holy Prophetefs, now rifen up,

Is come with a great Power, to raise the Siege.

[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up, and 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.
Puzel or Puffel, Dolphin or Dog-fish,

Your Hearts I'll ftamp out with my Horfes heels.
Convey me Salisbury into his Tent,

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

Alarum.

[Exit. Here an Alarum again; and Talbot purfueth the Dauphin, and driveth him: Then enter Joan la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter Talbot.

Tal. Where is my Strength, my Valour, and my Force? Our English Troops retire, I cannot stay them. A Woman clad in Armour chafeth them.

Here, here she comes.

Devil, or Devil's Dam,

Enter Pucelle.

I'll have a bout with thee;
I'll conjure thee:

Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a Witch.
And straightway give thy Soul to him thou ferv'ft.
Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.

[They fight.
Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer Hell so to prevail?
My Breast I'll burft with Straining of my Courage,.
And from my Shoulders crack my Arms afunder,
But I will chastise this high-minded Strumpet.

[They fight again.

Pucel. Talbot farewel, thy hour is not yet come,

I must go Victual Orleans forthwith,

A short Alarum: Then Enter the Town with Soldiers. O'er-take me if thou caft, I fcon thy ftrength.

Go, go, chear up thy hunger-ftarved Men,

Help Salisbury to make his Teftament,

This Day is ours, as many more shall be. [Exit Pucelle.

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