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, 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: Glou. Mayor, farewel: thou doft but what thou may'st. [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. a Thefe two lines to Mayor in old edit. Warb. emend. [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: A piece of ord'nance 'gainst it I have plac'd, [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. 3 Went B 2 Tal. Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a prifoner, Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: But O, the treach'rous Falftaff wounds my heart, 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. And with my nails digg'd ftones out of the ground,. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd, Now it is fupper-time in Orleans: Here through this grate I can count every one, 4 vilde Let Let me have your exprefs opinions, Where is beft place to make our batt'ry next? [Here they foot; 'Salisbury and Sir Thomas Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched finners! That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy! -He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me, 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? 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. a [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; Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch, (a) a Salisbury to you. Puzel or Puffel, Dolphin or. Dog-fish, Your hearts I'll ftamp out with my horfe's heels, Pucel |