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 fupprefs the Prince.
Glou. I will not anfwer thee with words, but blows.
[Here they fkirmish again.
Mayor. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous ftrife,
But to make open proclamation.

Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou cauft.

All manner of men effembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and the King's, we charge and command you in his Highness's name, to repair to your feveral dwelling places; and not wear, handle, or ufe any fword, weapon, or dagger henceforward upon pain of Death.

Glou. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: But we fhall meet, and tell our minds at large. Win. Glofler, 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. Glou. Mayor, farewel: thou doft but what thou may'ft.

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 de

part.

bear!

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

[Exeunt.

Enter the Mafter-gunner of Orleans, and his Boy. M. Gun. CIRRAH, thou know'ft how Orleans is

SIRR befieg'd,

And how the English have the suburbs won.

Boy.

Boy. Father, I know, and oft have fhot at them, How e'er, unfortunate, I mifs'd my aim.

M. Gun. But now thou fhalt not.

by me :

Be thou rul'd

Chief Mafter-gunner am I of this town,
Something I must do to procure me grace.
The Prince's 'fpials have informed me,
The English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
Went thro' a fecret grate of iron bars,
In yonder tow'r, to over-peer the city;
And thence difcover how, with moft advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot or with assault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ord'nance 'gainst it I have plac'd ;
And fully ev'n 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'ft 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 prifoner?
Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd?
Difcourfe, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.
Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prifoner,
Called the brave Lord Ponton 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 vile eftcem'd.

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

But, oh! the treach'rous Faftolfe wounds my heart; Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,

If I now had him brought into my pow'r.

Sal. Yet tell'f thou not, how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With fcoffs and fcorns, and contumelious In open market-place produc'd they me, To be a public spectacle to all.

[taunts,

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French;
The fcare-crow, that affrights our children fo.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,

And with my nails digg'd ftones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my fhame.

My grilly countenance made others fly;
None durft come near, for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure :
So great a fear my name amongst them spread,
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of fteel;
And fpurn in pieces pofts of adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen shot I had;
They walk'd about me ev'ry minute-while;
And if I did but flir out of my bed,
Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart.

Enter the Boy, with a Linflock.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd, But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.

Now it is fupper-time in Orleans :

Here thro' this grate I can count every one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glanfilale,
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 aught I fee, this city muft be famifh'd,
Or with light kirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they shoot, and Salisbury falls down,

Sal,

"

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched finners. 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 canst speak; How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes and thy cheek's fide ftruck off! Accurfed tow'r, accurfed fatal hand, That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame: Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars. Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up, His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field. Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? tho' thy speech doth fail, One thou haft to look to heav'n for grace.

eye

The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.
Heav'n, 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, haft thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
O Salifo'ry, chear thy fpirit with this comfort,
Thou shalt not die, while-

He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me,
As who should say, When I 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 fhall France be only in

my name.

[Here an alarm, and it thunders and lightens. What ftir is this? what tumults in the heav'ns? Whence cometh this alarum and this 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 new rifen up,

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.
[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.

Pucelle or Puffel, Dauphin or Dog-fifh,

Your hearts I'll ftamp out with my Horse's heels, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains. Convey brave Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare. [Alarm. Exeunt, bearing Salisbury and Sir Thomas Gargrave out.

SCENE X.

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

Tal.

THERE is my ftrength, my valour, and my force?

WHER

Our English troops retire, I cannot flay them:
A woman, clad in armour, chafeth them.

Enter Pucelle.

Here, here, fhe comes. I'll have about with thee;
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch;
And ftraightway give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft.
Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I, that muft difgrace
thee.
[They fight..
Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail?
My breaft I'll burft with ftraining of my courage,
And from my shoulders crack my arms afunder,
But I will chaflife this high-minded ftrumpet.
Pucel. Talbot, farewel, thy hour is not yet come,
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

[Afhort alarm. Then enter the town with foldiers.
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