Dau. What fhe fays I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.
Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge.
This night the fiege affuredly I'll raife:

Expect Saint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days,
Since I have enter'd thus into these wars.
Glory is like a circle in the water;
Which never ceafeth to enlarge it self,
'Till by broad spreading it difperfe to nought.
With Henry's death the English circle ends,
Difperfed are the glories it included:
Now am I like that proud infulting ship,
Which Cæfar and his fortune bore at once.
Dau. Was Mabomet infpired with a Dove?
Thou with an Eagle art infpired then.
Helen the mother of great Conftantine,

Nor yet St. Philip's daughters, * were like thee.
Bright ftar of Venus fall'n down on the earth,

How may I reverently worship thee?

Alan. Leave off delays, and let us raise the fiege.

Reig. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our honours, Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

Dau. Prefently try: come, let's away about it. No prophet will I truft if the proves false.

SCENE VII.

1 Before the Tower-Gates in London.

Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-mén. Glou. I am this day come to furvey the Tower; Since Henry's death I fear there is conveyance.† Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates. 'Tis Gloucefter that calls.

[Exeunt.

1 Ward. Who's there that knocketh so imperiously? 1 Man. It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.

2 Ward. Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, anfwer you fo the Lord Protector? 1 Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we anfwer him; We do no otherwife than we are will'd.

Meaning the four daughters of Philip, mention'd in the 21 chap. of the Acts of the Apoftles, who had all the gift of prophe fying He being there alfo called Philip the Evangelift.

:

By Conveyance is meant Theft, a clandeftine conveyance of bings away.

Glou

Glou. Who willed you? or whofe 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 dunghil grooms?

Gloucester's men rush at the Tower gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant fpeaks within.

Wood, What noife is this? what traitors have we here?. Glou. Lieutenant, is it you whose 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,

That thou, nor none of thine shall be let in.

Glou. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchester, the haughty Prelate,

Whom Henry our late Sovereign ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God or to the King:
Open the gate, or I'll fhut thee out shortly.

Serv. Open the gates there to the Lord Protector,
We'll burst them open if you come not quickly.
Enter to the Protector at the Tower gates, Winchester and
his men in tawny coats.

Win. How now, ambitious Humphry, what means this? Glou. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me be shut out? Win. I do, thou moft ufurping Proditor,

And not Protector of the King or realm.

Glou. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator,
Thou that contriv'dft to murder our dead Lord,
Thou that giv'ft* whores indulgencies 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 curfed Cain,

+ Peel'd, alluding to his fhaven crown, a metaphor from a peel'd orange.

The publick ftews were formerly under the district of the Bishop of Winchester.

+Damascus. N. B. About four miles from Damafcus is a high hill, reported to be the fame on which Cain flew his brother Abel. Maundr. Trav. p. 131. .

Το

To flay thy brother Abel if thou wilt.*

Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter in the burly-burly the Mayor of London, and bis officers. Mayor. Fie, Lords, that you, being fupreme magiftrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

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 use.

Win. Here's Glo'fter too, a foe to citizens, One that still motions war, and never peace, O'er-charging your free purses with large fines, That feeks to overthrow religion,

Because he is Protector of the realm;

Glou.

And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself King, and fupprefs the Prince. will not answer thee with words, but blows. [Here they firmifh again. Mayor, Nought refts for me in this tumultuous ftrife, But to make open proclamation.

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

Off. All manner of men affembled here in arms this day, againf God's peace and the King's, we charge and command you in bis Highness's name, to repair to your feveral dwelling places, and not to wear, handle, or ufe any fword, wenpon, or dagger benceforward, upon pain of death. Glou. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:

if thou wilt.

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

I'll ufe to carry thee out of this place.

Win. Do what thou dar't, I beard thee to thy face.
Glou. What am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?
Draw, men, for all this privileged place.

Blue coats to tawny. Prieft, beware thy heard,
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly.
Under my feet I'll ftamp thy Cardinal's hat:
In fpight of Pope or dignities of church,
Mere by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Glofter, thou'lt anfwer this before the Pope.
Glou. Winchester Goofe, 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 Gloucester's --

But

But we shall meet, and tell 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. Glou. Mayor, farewel: thou doft but what thou may'. Win. Abominable Glo'fter, guard thy head, For I intend to have it ere be long.

[Exeunt. Mayor. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will depart. Off. Good God! that Nobles should such stomachs 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 bis Boy. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd, And how the English have the fuburbs won.

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

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 'fpials have informed me,
The English in the fuburbs clofe intrench'd
Watch through a fecret grate of iron bars,
In yonder tow'r, to over-peer the city,
And thence discover how with most advantage
They may vex us, with fhot or with affault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ord'nance 'gainft 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.
If thou spy'ft any, run and bring me word,
And thou shalt find me at the Governor's.

Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
I'll never trouble you if I may fpy them.

SCENE IX.

[Exit.

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

Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a prisoner,
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 efteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.

But O, the treach'rous 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 scorns, and contumelious taunts, In open market-place produc'd they me,

To be a publick fpectacle to all.

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French,
The Scare-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 grifly 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 fpread,
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 ftir out of my bed,

Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart.

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 through this grate I can count every one,

And view the Frenchmen how they fortifie :
Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
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..

Glas