Glos. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou

mayst.

Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long.

[Exeunt. Mayor. See the coast clear'd, and then we will

depart.

Enter, on the walls, the MASTER-gunner and his son.

M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is be

sieged,

And how the English have the suburbs won.

Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not: be thou ruled

by me.

Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Something I must do to procure me grace.
The prince's espials 2 have informed me,

How the English, in the suburbs close entrench'd,
Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars,

In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;

1 Pride, spirit of resentment.

2 Spies.

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 placed ;
And fully even these three days have I watch'd,
If I could see them.

Now do thou watch; for I can stay no longer.

If thou spiest any, run and bring me word;
And thou shalt find me at the governor's.

[Exit. Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care: I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the LORDS
SALISBURY and TALBOT, SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE,
SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE, and others.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
Discourse, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailes;
For him I was exchanged and ransomed :
But with a baser man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: Which I, disdaining, scorn'd, and craved death, Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd:

In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.

But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart!
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.

Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert enter

tain'd.

Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts.

In open market-place produced they me,

To be a public spectacle to all.

'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 shame.

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 fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they supposed, I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed,

Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you en

dured;

But we will be revenged sufficiently.

Now it is supper-time in Orleans:

Here, thorough this grate, I count each one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify.

Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions,

Where is best place to make our battery next.

Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand

lords.

Glans. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

[shot from the town. Salisbury and Sir Thomas
Gargrave fall.

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath
cross'd us?-

Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak.
How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!-
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,

That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ;

Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars:
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth

fail,

One
eye thou hast to look to heaven for
grace.
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.—
Heaven, 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, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die, whiles-

He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;

As who should say,- When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.'

Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name.

[thunder heard; afterwards an alarum. What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?

Enter MESSENGER.

Mes. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head.

The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,—
A holy prophetess, new risen up,—

Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

[Salisbury groans. Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth

groan!

It irks his heart, he cannot be revenged.
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
Pucelle or puzzel,1 dolphin or dogfish,

Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen

dare.

[Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.

1 A dirty wench.