Puslapio vaizdai

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. Dau. Who e'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me: Impatiently I burn with thy defire,

My Heart and Hands thou haft at once fubdu'd,
Excellent Pucelle, if thy Name be fo,

Let me thy Servant, and not Sovereign be,
'Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus.
Pucel. I muft not yield to any rights of Love,
my Profeffion's facred from above:
When I have chafed all thy Foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a Recompence.


Dau. Mean time look gracious on thy proftrate Thrall.
Reig. My Lord, methinks, is very long in talk

Alen. Doubtless he fhrives this Woman to her Smock, 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 devise you on? Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

Pucel. Why no, I say; diftruftful Recreants.
Fight 'till the laft gafp; for I'll be your guard.
Dau. What the fays I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.
Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English Scourge.

This Night the Siege affuredly I'll raife:
Expect Saint Martin's Summer, Halcyon days,
Since I have entred thus into thefe Wars,
Glory is like a Circle in the Water;
Which never ceafeth to enlarge it felf.
Till by broad fpreading it difperfe to nought.

With Henry's death, the English Circle ends,"
Difperfed are the Glories it included:
Now am I like that proud infulting Ship,
Which Cafar and his Fortune bore at once.
Dan. Was Mahomet infpired with a Dove?
Thou with an Eagle art inspired then.
Helen, the Mother of great Conftantine,
Nor yet St. Philip's Daughters were like thee.
Bright Star of Venus, fall'n down on the Earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?
Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the Siege.
Reig. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our Honours,
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

Dau. Prefently we'll try: Come, let's a way about it, No Prophet will I truft, if she falfe.



Enter Gloucefter, with his Serving-Men.
Glo. I am come to furvey the Tower this day:
Since Henry's Death, I fear there is Conveyance:
Where be thefe Warders, that they wait not here?
Open the Gates. 'Tis Gloucester that calls.

I Ward. Who's there, that knocks so imperiously?
I Man. It is the Noble Duke of Glo'fter.

2 Ward. Who e'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, answer you fo the Lord Protector? 1 Ward. The Lord protect him, fo we answer him, We do no otherwise 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? 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 Winchester forbids;

From him I have exprefs Commandment,
That thou nor none of thine fhall be let in.


Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchester, the 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 to the Lord Protector,
Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates, Winchester
and his Men in Tawny Coats.

Win. How now ambitious Umpire, what means this? Glo. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me to be fhut Out?

Wm. I do, thou moft ufurping Proditor,
And not Protector of the King or Realm.

Glo. Stand back, thou manifeft Confpirator,
Thou that contrived'ft to murther our dead Lord,
Thou that giv'ft Whores Indulgencies to Sin,
I'll canvas thee in thy broad Cardinal's Hat,
If thou proceed in this thy Infolence.

Wm. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot: This be Damfacus, be thou curfed Cain,

To flay thy Brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Glo. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy Scarlet Robes, as a Child's bearing Cloth,
I'll use, to carry thee out of this Place.

Win. Do what thou dar'ft, I beard thee to thy Face. Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my Face? Draw Men, for all this privileged Place,

Blue Coats to Tawny Coats. Prieft, beware thy Beard,
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly.
Under my Feet I'll ftamp thy Cardinal's Hat:
In fpight of Pope, or Dignities of Church,
Here by the Cheeks I'll drag thee up and down,
Win. Gle'fter thou wilt answer this before the Pope.
Glo. Winchester Goof, I cry, a Rope, a Rope.
Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?
Thee I'll chafe hence, thou Wolf in Sheep's array.
Out Tawny Coats, out Scarlet Hypocrite.



Here Gloucefter's Men beat out the Cardinal's, and enter in

the burly-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, ..
*One that still motions War, and never Peace,
O'er charging your free Purfes with large Fines;
That feeks to overthrow Religions for
Because he is Protector of the Realm;


And would have Armour here out of the Tower, To Crown himself King, and fupprefs the Prince. › Glo. I will not answer thee with Words but Blows. [Here they skirmish again. Mayer. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous Strife, But to make open Proclamation. nd van Come, Officer, as loud as e'er thou can't cry;

All manner of Men affembled 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 Death

Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no Breaker of the Law: But we fhall 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'ft. Wm. Abominable Glofter, guard thy Head, For I intend to have it ere be long.

[Exeunt. Mayor. See the Coaft clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God that Nobles fhould fuch Stomachs bear, 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 befieg'd, And how the English have the Suburbs won.

Boy. Father, I know, and oft have shot at them, low c'er unfortunate I miss'd my Aim.


-M. Gun.

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
Chief Mafter-Gunner am I of this Town,
Something I muft do to procure me Grace:

The Prince's efpials have informed me,
How the English, in the Suburbs clofe intrench'd,
Went through a fecret Grate of Iron Bars,
In yonder Tower, to over-peer the City,
And thence discover, how with most Advantage
They may vex us with Shot, or with Affault.
To intercept this Inconvenience,

A piece of Ordnance 'gain it I have plac'd,
And fully even thefe three Days have I watch'd,
If I could fee them. Now, Boy, do thou watch,
For I can ftay no longer.

If thou fpy'ft any, run and bring me word,
And thou fhalt find me at the Governor's.

Boy. Father, I warrant you, take you no care,

I'll never trouble you, if I may fpy them.


Enter Salisbury and Talbot, on the Turrets, with others.
Sal. Talbot, my Life, my Joy, again return'd?

How wert thou handled, being Prisoner?
Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd?
Difcourfe I prethee on this Turret's top.

Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a Prisoner,
Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santraile,
For him was I exchang'd, and ransomed.
But with a bafer Man of Arms by far,
Once in Contempt they would have barter'd me:
Which I difdaining, fcorn'd, and craved Death,
Rather than I would be fo pil'd esteem'd;

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

But O, the treacherous Falstaff wounds my Heart,
Whom with my bare Fifts I would execute,

If I now had him brought into my Power.

Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With Scoffs, and Scorns, and contumelicus, Taunts

In open Market place produc'd they me,

To be a publick Spectacle to all:

Here, faid they, is the Terror of the French,
The Scare crow that affrights our Children fo.

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