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Otherwife I renounce all Confidence.
Pucel. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd Sword, Deck'd with fine Flower-de-Luces on each fide, The which at Tourain in St. Katherine's Church-yard, Out of a great deal of old Iron, 1 chofe forth.
Dau. Then come a God's Name, I fear no Woman. Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly no Man.
Here they Fight, and Joan de Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, ftay thy Hands, thou art an Amazon, And fighteft with the Sword of Debora.
Pucel. Chrift's Mother helps me, elfel were too weak.
Let me thy Servant, and not Sovereign be,
Dau. Mean time look gracious on thy proftrate Thrall.
Alen. Doubtless he fhrives this Woman to her Smcck, Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his Speech.
Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean? Alen. He may mean more than we poor Men do know: Thefe Women are fhrewd tempters with their Tongues. Reig. My Lord, where are you? what devife you on? Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
Pucel. Why no, I fay; diftruftful Recreants.
Dau. What the fays I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.
With Henry's death, the English Circle ends,
Dan. Was Mahomet infpired with a Dove?
Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the Siege.
Dau. Prefently we'll try: Come, let's a way about it,
1 Ward. Who's there, that knocks fo imperiously?
2 Ward. Who e'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, anfwer you fo the Lord Protector? 1 Ward. The Lord protect him, fo we answer him, We do no otherwife than we are will'd.
Glo. Who willed you? or whofe Will ftands but mine? There's none Protector of the Realm, but I.
Break up the Gates, I'll be your warrantize;
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill Grooms?
Gloucefter's Men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant fpeaks within.
Wood. What noife is this? What Traitors have we here?
Wood. Have patience, Noble Duke, I may not open,
Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore me?
Serv. Open the Gates to the Lord Protector,
Win. How now ambitious Umpire, what means this? Glo. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me to be fhut Out?
Win. I do, thou moft ufurping Proditor,
Wm. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
Glo. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Win. Do what thou dar'ft, I beard thee to thy Face.
Win. Gle'fter thou wilt answer this before the Pope. Glo. Winchefter Goof, I cry, a Rope, a Rope. Now beat them hence, why do you let them ftay? Thee I'll chafe hence, thou Wolf in Sheep's array. Out Tawny Coats, out Scarlet Hypocrite.
Here Gloucester's Men beat out the Cardinal's, and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London, and his Officers.. Mayor. Fie, Lords, that you being fupream Magiftratės, Thus contumeliously should break the Peace.
Glo. Peace, Mayor, for thou know' little of my Wrongs: Here's Beauford, that regards not God nor King, Hath here diftrain'd the Tower to his use.
Win. Here's Glofter too, a Fae to Citizens,
And would have Armour here out of the Tower,
Glo. I will not answer thee with Words but Blows.
All of Men here in Arms this Day, Against God's Peace and the King's, me Charge and Command you, in his Highness Name, to repair to your feveral dwelling Places, and not to wear, handle, or use any Sword, Weapon or Dagger henceforward, upon pain of Deaths
Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no Breaker of the Law: But we shall meet, and break our Minds at large.
Win. Glofter, 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,
Glo. Mayor, farewel: Thou doft but what thou may'st. Wm. Abominable Glofter, guard thy Head, For I intend to have it ere be long.
Mayor. See the Coaft clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God that Nobles fhould fuch Stomachs bear, I my felf fight not once in forty year.
Enter the Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Boy. M. Gun. Sirra, thou know't how Orleans is beficg'd, And how the English have the Suburbs won.
Boy. Father, I know, and oft have hot at them, low c'er unfortunate I mifs'd my Aim.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
A piece of Ordnance 'gain it I have plac'd,
If thou spy'ft any, run and bring me word,
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.
Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a Prisoner,
But O, the treacherous Falstaff wounds my Heart,
Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not how thou wert entertain'd.