Glo, I will not slay 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 your beard;

[Gloster and his men attack the Bishop. I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Under my feet I stamp thy Cardinal's hat; In spite of Pope, or diguities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the Pope.

Glo. Winchester goose, I cry

Vope!

a rope! a

Now heat them hence, Why do you let them

stay?

Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolfe in sheep's

Out, tawny coats!

array.

out, scarlet hypocrite!

Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, Enter the Mayor of London, and Officers.

May. Fie, Lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,

Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Glo. Peace, Mayor; thou know'st little of
my wrongst:
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor King,
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.

Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; One that still motions war, and never peace, O'ercharging 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 himself King, and suppress the Prince. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.

[Here they skirmish again.

May. Nought rests for me in this tumultuous strife, But to make open proclamation: Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.

Orr. 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 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. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cust, be sure:

Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not

away:

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 wilk depart.

I myself fight not once in forty years. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

France. Before Orleans.

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'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not.

rul'd by me:

Be thou

Cief 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,
Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars

1 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 GLANSDALE, Sir THOMAS GARGRATE, and Others.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again

turn'd!

re

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.
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 scorn's, and 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 scarecrow that affrights our children so,
Then broke I from the officers that led me;.
And with [my nails digg'd stopes out of the

ground,

To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near, 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 post 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 en-
'dur'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

Tal. For aught I see,

bridge.

mish'd,

this city must be fa

Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

[Shot from the town.

SALISBURY and Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE fall.

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched

sinners!

Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man?

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