Reig. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our ho

nours;

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 falfe. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII. The Tower-gates in London.

Enter Gloucester, with his ferving-men.

*

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 Gloucester that calls.

1 Ward. Who's there that knocketh fo imperiously? 1 Man. It is the noble Duke of Gloucefter. 2 Ward. Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, answer you fo the Lord Protector? I Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we anfwer him; We do no otherwife than we are will'd.

Glou. Who willed you? or whofe will ftands but There's none Protector of the realm but I.

Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize ;
Shall I be flouted thus by dung-hill grooms?

[mine?

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

Wood. What noife is this? what traitors have we here? Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whofe 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, fhall be let in.

Glou. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizeft him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchefer, that 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 fhortly.

Serv. Open the gates there to the Lord Protector We'll burft them open, if you come not quickly.

way.

;

By conveyance is meant theft, a clandeftine conveyance of things a

Enter

Enter to the Protector at the Tower-gater, Winchefter and his men in tawny coats.

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

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

Here Gloucester's men heat 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 thould break the peace! [trates,

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

Mr. Pope.

The public ftews were formerly under the diftrict of the bishop of Wincheste. Mr. l'ope.

1 N. B. About four miles from Damafeus, is a high hill, reported to be the fame which Cain flew his brother Abel, Maundrell's tram wh, p 131. Mr. Pope

--if thou wilt.

Glou, I will not lay thee, but I'll drive thee back j Thy Tearlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth,

Ife to cary thee out of this place

Win. Do what thou dor'f; I beard hee to thy face,
Glow. What? am i dar'd, and nearden to my face.

Diaw, men, for all this priviledged pla e.

Blue coats to tawny. Prief, b ware thy beard,
I mean to tug it, an to cuff you toundly.
Under my feet I'll ftmp thy Cardinal's hat :
In spite of P. p, or d gnites of church,
Here by the cheeks til dag thee up and down,
Wi. Gloit r, thou It anfer this before the Pope.
Glow. Wine fer Goole! I cry, A rope, a rope.
Now eat them hence, why do you let them flay?
Thee I'll chofe hence, thou wolf in theco's array.
Out, Lawny coa's; out, fearlet hypocrite!

Here Gluc iter's men, &c.

VOL. IV.

X X

Glou

Gira. Peace, Mayor, for thou know't little of my

wrongs:

Here's Beaufort, that regards not God nor King,
Hath here diftraind the tower to his ufe.

Win. Here's Glotter too, a fee to citizens;
One that till motions war, and never peace,
Ger-charging your free puries 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 himíelf King, and fupprefs the Prince.
Gles. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
[Here they kirmish again.
Mayer. 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 a sembled bere 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 use any fword, weapon, or dagger, benceforward, 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. [may'ft. 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 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 his Boy. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know't how Orleans is beAnd how the English have the suburbs 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 muft 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 moft advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot or with affault.
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 say no longer,-

If thou fpy't any, run and bring me word,
And thou shalt 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 prifoner?
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 prisoner,
Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santraile;
For him was I exchange'd, and ransomed.
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 Fallaff wounds my heart; Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,

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

Sal. Yet tell'it 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 fpectacle to all.

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French,
The fearecrow that affrights our children fo.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
And with my nails digg'd tones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my thame.
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 fpread,
That they fuppos'd I could rend bars of iteel,
And fpurn in pieces pots of adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen thot 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.

Enter the Boy, with a linflock.

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 stand lords, Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I fee, this city muft be famifh'd, Or with light ikirmishes 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'd us? Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst fpeak; 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 brand, That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame : Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars.