Enter to the Protector at the Tower-gates, Winchester and his men in tawny coats.

Win. How now, ambitious umpire, what means this? Glou. Peel'd priest *, doft thou command me be fhut Win. I do, thou moft ufurping proditor, [out? And not protector, of the King or realm.

Glou. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator;
Thou that contriv'ft to murder our dead Lord;
Thou that giv't whores indulgences to fin† ;
I'll canvass 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 cursed Cain ‡,
To flay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. ||

Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's ; and enter in the hurley-burley, the Mayor of London, and his officers.

Mayor. Fy, Lords; that you, being fupreme magiThus contumelioufly fhould break the peace! [ftrates,

* Alluding to his fhaven crown, a metaphor from a peel'd orange. Mr. Pupe.

The public ftews were formerly under the district of the bishop of Wincheste. Mr. Pope.

N. B. About four miles from Damafcus, is a high hill, reported to be the fame on which Cain flew his brother Abel. Maundrell's tra

Glou. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive thee back; Thy fcarlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth,

Ife to carry thee out of this place

Win. Do what thou dǝr'ft; I beard hee to thy face.
Glou. What? am i dar'd, and bearded to my face.

Draw, men, for all this priviledged pla e.

Blue coats to tawny. Priest, beware thy beard;
I mean to tug it, an to cuff you soundly.
Under my feet I'll ftimp thy Cardinal's hat:
In fpite of Pop, or d gnities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Glo'fter, thou`lt anfwer this before the Pope.
Giou. Wincefter Goose! I cry, A rope, a rope.
Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?
Thee I'll chafe hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
Out, tawny coats; out, fcarlet hypocrite!
Here Gloucefter's men, &c.

Glou. Peace, Mayor, for thou know'ft little of my

wrongs:

Here's Beaufort, 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 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 answer 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 canst.

Off. 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'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 shall meet, and tell our minds at large. Win. Glo'fter, 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. [may'st. Glou. Mayor, farewel; thou do'ft but what thou Win. Abominable Glo'fter, guard thy head, For I intend to have it ere be long.

Mayor. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will depart. Off. Good God! that nobles should fuch ftomachs

bear!

I my felf fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Changes to Orleans in France. Enter the Mafter-Gunner of Orleans, and his Boy. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'ft how Orleans is beAnd how the English have the fuburbs won. [fieg'd, Boy. Father, I know, and oft have fhót at them,

Howe'er,

Howe'er, unfortunate, I mifs'd my aim.

[me:

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul❜d by
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 fuburbs clofe intrench'd,
Went thro' a fecret grate of iron bars,
In yonder tow'r, to over-peer the city;
And thence difcover how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot or with assault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have place'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 fpy't any, run and bring me word,
And thou fhalt 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 a prisoner?
Or by what means gott'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 exchange'd, and ranfomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they wou'd have barter'd me:
Which I difdaining fcorn'd, and craved death,
Rather than I wou'd be fo vile efteem'd.

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

But, oh! the treacherous Falstaff wounds my heart; Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,

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

Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With fcoffs and fcorns, and contumelious taunts, In open market-place produce'd they me,

To be a public spectacle to all.

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French,
The fcarecrow that affrights our children so.
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 shame.

My grifly countenance made others fly;

None durft come near, for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not fecure :
So great a fear my name amongst them spread,
That they fuppos'd I could rend bars of steel,
And fpurn in pieces pofts of adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen fhot I had;
They walk'd about me ev'ry minute-while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart.
Enter the Boy, with a linftock.

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

Now it is fupper-time in Orleans:

Here through 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 Glanfdale,
Let me have your exprefs opinions,

Where is best 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 must be famish'd, Or with light fkirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they Shoot, and Salisbury and Sir Thomas Gargrave fall down.

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 crofs'dus? 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 rand, That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame : Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars.

*

Whilst any trump did found, or drum ftruck up,
His fword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury tho' thy fpeech do fail,
One eye thou haft to look to heaven for
grace.
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, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
O Salisb'ry, cheer thy fpirit with this comfort,
Thou shalt not die, while

He beckons with his hand, and finiles on me,
As who fhould fay, When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.
Flantagenet, 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 tumult's in the heav'ns? Whence cometh this alarm and this noife?

Enter a Meffenger.

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

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.

[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up, and grones. Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth grone! It irks his heart he cannot be revenge'd. Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you. †

Convey brave Salisbury into his tent,

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

*To heaven for grace.

The fun with one eye vieweth all the world,

Heav'n, be thou, &c.

+ a Salisbury to you.

Pucelle or Puffet, Dauphin, or Dog-fish,

Your hearts I'll ftamp out with my horfe's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey brave, &c.

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