Otherwife 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 fide, The which at Tourain in St. Katherine's Church-yard, Out of a great deal of old Iron, I chose 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, ftay thy Hands, thou art an Amazon, And fighteft with the Sword of Debora. Pucel. Chrift'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 defire, My Heart and Hands thou haft at once fubdu'd, Let me thy Servant, and not Sovereign be, For Dau. Mean time look gracious on thy proftrate Thrall. Reig. My Lord, methinks, is very long in talk Alen. Doubtlefs he fhrives this Woman to her Smock, Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his Speech.. Reig. Shall we disturb him, fince he keeps no mean? Alen. He may mean more than we poor Men do know: Thefe Women are fhrewd 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. With Henry's death, the English Circle ends, Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the Siege. [Exeunt. Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-Men. Glo. I am come to furvey the Tower this day: Since Henry's Death, I fear there is Conveyance: Where be thefe Warders, that they wait not here? Open the Gates. 'Tis Gloucester that calls. 1 Ward. Who's there, that knocks fo imperiously? 1 Man. It is the Noble Duke of Glofter. 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, fo we answer him, We do no otherwife than we are will'd. Glo. Who willed you? or whofe Will ftands 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 Grooms? Gloucefter's Men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant fpeaks within. Wood. What noife is this? What Traitors have we here? Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whofe Voice I hear? Open the Gates, here's Glo'fter that would enter. Wood. Have patience, Noble Duke, I may not open, The Cardinal of Winchefter forbids; From him I have exprefs Commandment, Glo. Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore me? Whom Henry our late Sovereign ne'er could brook? Serv. Open the Gates to the Lord Protector, Win. How now ambitious Umpire, what means this? Glo. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me to be shut out? Wm. I do, thou moft ufurping Proditor, Glo. Stand back, thou manifest Confpirator, Wm. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot: 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 ufe, 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, Wm. Glofter thou wilt anfwer this before the Pope. VOL. IV. Here Here Gloucester's Men beat out the Cardinal's, and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London, and bis Officers. Mayor. Fie, Lords, that you being fupream Magiftrates, Thus contumeliously fhould 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 Glofter too, a Foe to Citizens, One that ftill motions War, and never Peace, -O'er-charging your free Purfes 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 suppress the Prince. Glo. I will not answer thee with Words, but Blows. [Here they skirmish again. 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 affembled 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, 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. 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'st. Win. Abominable Glofter, guard thy Head, For I intend to have it ere be long. [Exeunt. Mayor. See the Coaft clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God that Nobles fhould fuch Stomachs bear, 1 my felf fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. Enter the Mafter-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. Bay Father, I know, and oft have fhot at them, How c'er unfortunate I miss'd my Aim. M. Gun M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by me: Chief Mafter-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, A piece of Ordnance 'gainft it I have plac'd, If thou fpy'ft any, ron and bring me word, Boy. Father, I warrant you, take you no care, I'll never trouble you, if I may fpy them. [Exit. Enter Salisbury and Talbot, on the Turrets, with others. How wert thou handled, being Prisoner? Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a Prisoner, But O, the treacherous Falftaff 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 Scoffs, and Scorns, 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. 12 Then |