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Enter to the Protector at the Tower-gates, Winchester

and his men in tawny coats. Win. How now, ambitious umpire, what means this? Glou. Peeld priest *, dost thou command me be shut

Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, [out ? And not protector, of the King or realm.

Gloù. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Thou that contriv'st to murder our dead Lord ;
Thou that giv'st whores indulgences to sint;
I'll canvass thee in thy broad Cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain I;
To flay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. ||
Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's; and ena

ter in the hurley-burley, the Mayor of London, and his efficerso

Mayor. Fy, Lords; that you, being fupreme magiThus contumeliously thould break the peace! [ftrates,

* Alluding to his shaven crown, a metaphor from a peeld orange.

+ The public stews were formerly under the distriệt of the bishop of Wincheste. Mr. Pope.

I N. B. About four miles from Damascus, is a high hill, reported to be the same 0.3 which Cain New his brother Abil. Maundrell's trama vels, p. 131. Mr. Pope M

-if thou wilt. Glot. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back; Thv scarlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth, l'il use to cariy thee out of this place

Win. Do what thou dir'it; I beard i hee to thy face.

Glou. Whai ? am i dur'd; and beardea to my face.
Draw, men, for all this priviledged pla e.
Blue coats to tawny. Priest, b.ware thy beard;
I mean to tug it, an to cuff you foundly.
Under my feet I'll Itimp thy Cardinai's hat :
In lợite oi P.p", or d gnities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll diag thee up and down,

Win. Glo'st:r, thou'le answer this before the Pope.

Giou. Winceiter Goose! I cry, rope, a rope.
Now eat them hence; why do you let them stay?
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
Out, tawny coats; out, scarlet hypocrite!
Here Gl ucister's men, &c.
Vol. IV.


Mr. Pupes



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'ster too, a foe to citizens ; One that still motions war, and never peace, O'er-charging your free purses with large fines; That seeks to overthrow religion, Because he is Protector of the realm ; And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself King, and fupprefs the Prince. Glou. I will not answer thee with words, but blows,

[Here they skirmish again. Mayor. Nought rests for me in this tumultuous trife, But to make open proclamation. Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou canst. Off. All manner of men assembled here in arms this day, a

gainst God's peace and the King's, we charge and cominand you, in his Highnefs's name, to repair to your several dwelling places; and not wear, handle or use any sword, 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'ster, we'll meet to thy dear cost, be sure'; Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. Mayor. I'll call for clubs, if


will not away : This Cardinalis more haughty than the devil. [may'st,

Glou. Mayor, farewel: thou do'st but what thou

Win. Abominable Glo'ster, guard thy head, For I intend to have it ere be long.

Mayor. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Of. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs

bear! I my self fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Changes to Orleans in France. Enter the Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Box.

M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is beAnd how the English have the suburbs won. [fiegid, Boy. Father, I know, and oft have thót at them,



Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

M.Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruld by Chief Master-gunner am I of this town, [me: Something I must do to procure me grace. The Prince's 'fpials have informed me, The English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, Went thro' a secret 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 shot or with assault. 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 see them. Now, Boy, do thou watch, For I can stay no longer, If thou spy'st 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. SCENE

Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets, with others.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy again return'd !
How wert thou handled, being a prisoner?
Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas’d?
Discourse, 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 baser man of arms by far,
Once, in contempt, they wou'd have barter'd me:
Which I disdaining scorn'd, and craved death,
Rather than I wou'd be so vile esteem'd.
In fine redeem'd I was, as I desir'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'ít thou not how thou wert entertain'd.

Tal. With scoffs and scorns, and contumelious taunts, In open market-place produce'd they me, To be a public spectacle to all. X x 2


Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
And with my nails digg’d stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of


My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near, for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure :
So great a fear my name amongst them spread,
That they suppos'd I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had;
They walk'd about me ev'ry minute-while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

Enter the Boy, with a linstock.
Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd,
But we will be revenge'd sufficiently.
Now it is supper-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 Glansdale,
Let me have your express 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 must be familhd,
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. Whatchance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;
How far’st thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's fide struck off!
Accursed tow'r, accursed fatal Irand,
That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy!
In thirtcen battles Salisbury o'ercame :
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars,

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Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury · tho' thy speech do fail,
One eye thou hast to look to heaven for
Heav'n be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands !
Bear hence his body, I will help to bary it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot ; nay, look up to him.
O Salisb’ry, cheer thy spirit with this comfort,
Thou shalt not die, while

He beckons with his hand, and finiles on me,
As who should say, When I am dead and gone,
Reniemher to avenge me on the French.
flantagenet, I will; and, Nero-like,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn :
Wretched shall France be only in my name.

[Here an alarm, and it thunders und lightens. What stir is this? what tumult's in the heav'ns ? Whence cometh this alarm and this noise ?

Enter a Messenger. Mell

. My Lord, my Lord, the French have gather's The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, [head, A holy prophetess new risen 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 Pulsei, Dauphim or Dog-fi:h,
Your hearts I'il itamp out with my horse's heels,
And maki a quagmire of your ming.ed brains.
Convey brave, &c.


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