Here Gloucefter's men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter in the burly-burly the Mayor of London, and his 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 ufe.

Win. Here's Glofter too, a foe to citizens, One that ftill 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;

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

Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou can'ft.

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 to wear, handle, or use any fword, weapon, or degger 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 cost 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'st.
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 myself fight not once in forty year.

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[Exeunt

SCENE

Enter the Mafter-gunner of Orleans, and his 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 mifs'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 '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.
If thou fpy'ft 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.

S CE N E IX.

Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets, with others. Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd? How wert thou handled, being prisoner? Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd? Difcourfe, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.

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Tal.

Tal. The Earl 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` esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.

But O, the treach'rous Falftaff 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 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 fecure:
So great a fear my name amongft them spread,
That they fuppos'd I could rend bars of fteel,
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,

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Let me have your exprefs opinions,

Where is beft 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 ought I fee this city must be famish'd,
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they foot; '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 croft us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least if thou can'st speak;
How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheeks fide struck off!
Accurfed tow'r, accursed fatal hand

That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battels 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, Salisb'ry? though thy fpeech doth fail,
One eye thou haft to look to heav'n for grace. a
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 Salisb'ry, chear thy spirit with this comfort,
Thou shalt not die, while

-He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me,
As who fhould fay, 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

5 and Salisbury falls down.

Wretched fhall France be only in my name."

[Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens.

What ftir is this? what tumult's in the heav'ns?
Whence cometh this alarum and this noife?

Enter a Messenger.

Meff. My Lord, my Lord, the French have gather'd The Dauphin with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,

A holy prophetess new rifen up,

Is come with a great pow'r to raise the fiege.

[head.

[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. Convey brave Salisbury into his tent, And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare.

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[Alarum. Exit. [They carry out Salisbury and Sir Tho. Gargrave.

SCENE X.

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

Tal. Where is my ftrength, my valour and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them: A woman clad in armour chaseth them.

Enter Pucelle.

Here, here he comes. I'll have a bout 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.

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a Salisbury to you.

Puzel or Puffel, Dolphin or. Dog-fish,

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

Pucel