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Otherwise I renounce all Confidence.

Pucel. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd Sword,
Deck'd with fine Flower-de-Luces on each lide,
The which at Tourain in St. Katherine's Church-yard,
Out of a great deal of old Iron, 1 chofe forth.

Dau. Then come a God's Name, I fear no Woman.
Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly no Man.

Here they Fight, and Joan de Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, stay thy Hands, thou art an Amazon, And fighteft with the Sword of Debora.

Pucel. Christ's Mother helps me, else I were too weak: Dau. Who e'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me: Impatiently I burn with thy desire, My Heart and Hands thou haft at once subdu'd, Excellent Pucelle, if thy Name he so, Let me thy Seryant, and not Sovereign be, Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus.

Pucel. I must not yield to any rights of Love,

Profession's facred from above;
When I have chased all thy Foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a Recompence.

Dau, Mean time look gracious on thy proftrate Thralla
Reig. My Lord, methinks, is very long in talk

Alen. Doubtless he fhrives this Woman to her Smock, Elfe ne'er could be fo long protract his Speech.

Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean? Alen. He may mean more than we poor Men do know: These Women are shrewd tempters with their Tongues.

Reig. My Lord, where are you? what devise you on? Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

Pucel. Why no, I say; diftruftful Recreants.
Fight 'till the laft gafp; for I'll be your guard.

Dau. What she says I'll confirm; we'll fight it oute
Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English Scourge.
This Night the Siege assuredly I'll raise:
Expe&t Saint Martin's Summer, Halcyon days,
Since I have entred thus into these Wars,
Glory is like a Circle in the Water;
Which never ceafeth to enlarge it self
Till by broad Ipreading it disperse to nought.


With Henry's death, the English Circle ends,
Dispersed are the Glories it included:
Now am I like that proud insulting Ship, !
Which Cafar and his Fortune bore at once.

Dau. Was Mahomet inspired with a Dove?
Thou with an Eagle art inspired then.
Helen, the Mother of great Constantine,

yet St. Philip's Daughters were like thee. Bright Star of Venus, falin down on the Earth, How may 1 reverently wormhip thee enough?

Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the Siege.

Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our Honours, Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

Das. Presently we'll try: Come, let's a way about it, No Prophet will I truft, if the proves false. Exeunt.

Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-Men. Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day: Since Heory's Death, I fear there is Conveyance: Where be these Warders, that they wait not here? Open the Gates. 'Tis Gloucester that calls. I Ward. Who's there, that knocks so imperiously? 1 Man. It is the Noble Duke of Glo'ster. 2 Ward. Who e'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, answer you fo the Lord Protector?

1 Ward. The Lord protect him, so we answer him, We do no otherwise than we are willid. : Glo. Who willed you? or whose Will stands but mine? There's none Protector of the Realm, but I. Break up the Gates, I'll be your warrantize; Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill Grooins? Gloucester's Men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile

the Lieutenant speaks within. ; Wood. What noise is chis? What Traitors have we here?

Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whose Voice 1 hear?
Open the Gates, here's Gloster that would enter.

Wood. Have patience, Noble Duke, I may not open,
The Cardinal of Winchester forbids;
From him I have express Commandment,
That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.


Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchester, the baughty Prelate,
Whom Henry our late Sovereign ne'er could brook?
Thou are no Friend to Gud or to the King:
Open the Gate, or I'll shut thee out fortly.

Serv. Open the Gates to the Lord Protector,
Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates, Winchester

and his Men in Tawony Coats. Win. How now ambitious Umpire, what means this?

Glo. Pield Priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?

Win. I do, thou most usurping Proditor,
And not Protector of the King or Realm.

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

Win. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
This be Damfacus, be thou cursed Cain,
To Nay thy Brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Glo. I will not say 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'st, 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. Priest, beware thy Beard,
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly.
Under my Feet I'll stamp thy Cardinal's Hat:
In spight of Pope, or Dignities of Church,
Here hy the Cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.

Win. Glofter thou wilt answer this before the Pope.

Glo. Winchester Goof, I cry, a Rope, a Rope.
Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?
Thee I'll chase hence, chou Wolf in Sheep's array.
Out Tawny Coats, out Scarlet Hypocrite.
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Here Gloucester's Men beat out the Cardinal's, and enter in

the hurly-burly the Mayor of London, and bois Officers.

Mayor. Fie, Lords, that you being fupream Magiftrates, Thus contumeliously thould break the Peace.

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

Win. Here's Glo'fter too, a Foe to Citizens, One that still motion's War, and never Peace, Der-charging your free Purses with large Fines; That seeks to overthrow Religion, Because he is Protector of the Realm; And would have Armour here out of the Tower, To Crown bimself King, and suppress the Prince. Glo. I will not answer thee with Words, but Blows.

[Here they skirmish again Mayor. Nought rests for me in this tumulruous Strife, But to make


Come, Officer, as loud as e'er thou can’It's cry;

All manner of Men assembled here in Arms this Day, 4gaint God's Peace and the King's; we Obarge and Conemand

you, in his Highness Name, to repair to your several dwelling Places, and not to wear, handle, or use any Sword, Weapon 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. Glöfter, 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't.

Win. Abominable Glofter, guard thy Head, For I intend to have it ere be-long.

Mayor. See the Coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God that Nobles should fuch Stomachs bear, 1 my self fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt. Enter the Mafter-Gummer of Orleans, and his Boy. M. Gun. Sirra, chou know'lt how @rleans -is beficg'd, And how the English have the Suburbs won.

Boy. Father, I know, and oft have shot at chem, how c'er unfortunate I miss'd


M. Gun


M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thourul’d by me: Chief Master-Gunner am I of this Town, Something I must do to procure me Grace: The Prince's espials have informed me, How the English, in the Suburbs close intrench'd, Went through a secret Grate of Iron Bars, In yonder Tower, to over-peer the City, And thence discover, how with most advantage They may vex us with Shot, or with Affault. To intercept this Inconvenience, A piece of Ordnance 'gainAt it I have plac'd, And fully even these three Days have I watch'd, If I could see them. Now, Boy, do thon 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.

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 Prisoner?
Or by what means got'it thou to be releas'd?
Discourse I prethee on this Turret's top.

Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a Prisoner,
Callid the brave Lord Ponton de Santraile,
For him was I exchang'd, and ranfomed.
But with a baler 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 pild esteem'd ;
In fine, redeem'd I was, as I defir'd.
But O, the treacherous Falstaff wounds my Heart,
Whom with my bare Fifts I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my Power,

sal. Yet tell’At thou not how thou wert entertain'd.

Tal. With Scoffs, and Scorns, ard contumelious, Taunts, 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 fo.


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