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; Win. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot: 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. Draw, men, for all this priviledged pla e. Blue coats to tawny. Priest, beware thy beard; Glou. Peace, Mayor, for thou know'ft little of my wrongs: Here's Beaufort, that regards not God nor King, Win. Here's Glo'fter too, a foe to citizens; Because he is Protector of the realm; And would have armour here out of the Tower, 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 A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have place'd; If thou fpy't any, run and bring me word, [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! Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prifoner, Once, in contempt, they wou'd have barter'd me: 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, My grifly countenance made others fly; None durft come near, for fear of fudden death. 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, 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, He beckons with his hand, and finiles on me, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: [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, SCENE |