Lo, whilft I waited on my tender lambs,
And to fun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me,
And in a vifion full of majefty
Will'd me to leave my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity :
Her aid fhe promis'd, and affur'd fuccefs.
In compleat glory fhe reveal'd her felf;
And whereas I was black and fwart before,
With those clear rays which the infus'd on me,
That beauty am I bleft with which you fee.
Ask me what question thou canft poffible,
And I will answer unpremeditated.
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'ft,.
And thou fhalt find that I exceed my
fex.
Refolve on this, thou fhalt be fortunate
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

Dau. Thou haft aftonifh'd me with thy high terms: Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,

In fingle combat thou fhalt buckle with me;
And if thou vanquifheft, thy words are true,
Otherwise I renounce all confidence.

Pucel. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd fword,
Deck'd with fine Flow'r-de-luces on each fide,
The which at Tourain in St. Katharine's church
Out of a deal of old iron I chofe forth.

Dau. Then come a God's name, for I fear no wo

man.

Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. Here they fight, and Joan de Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, ftay thy hands, thou art an Amazon, And fighteft with the fword of Debora.

Pucel. Chrift's mother helps me, elfe I 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 fervant and not Soveraign be,
'Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus.

Pucel.

Pucel. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For 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.

Alan. Doubtlefs he fhrives this woman to her fmock, Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his fpeech.

Reig. Shall we disturb him since he keeps no mean? Alan. He may mean more than we poor men do

know:

These 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, Ifay; 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 fiege affuredly I'll raife:
Expect Saint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days,
Since I have enter'd 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 fhip,
Which Cafar and his fortune bore at once,
Dau. Was Mahomet infpired with a Dove?
Thou with an Eagle art infpired then."
Helen the mother of great Conftantine,
Nor yet St. Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright ftar of Venus fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee?

Alan. Leave off delays, and let us raife the fiege.
Reig. Woman, do what thou canst 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 í trúft if she proves false. [Exeunt.

SCENE

Glow. I

SCENE VII.

Changes to London.

Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-men.

AM this day come to furvey the Tower;

Since Henry's death I fear there is conveyance: Where be thefe warders, that they wait not here? Open the Gates. 'Tis Gloucefter that calls.

I Ward. Who's there that knocks fo imperiously? 1 Man. It is the noble Duke of Gloucefter.

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 otherwife than we are will'd.

Glou. 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 dunghil grooms?

Gloucester's men rush at the Tower gates, andTM
Woodvile the Lieutenant fpeaks within.

Wood. What noife is this? what Traitors have we here ?

Glou. 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 shall be let in.

Glou. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore me? Arrogant Wincnefter, the haughty prelate,

Whom Henry our late Soveraign ne'er could brook?

Thou

Thou art no friend to God or to the King:
Open the gate, or I'll fhut thee out shortly.

Serv. Open the gates there to the Lord Protector, We'll burft them open if 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? Glou. † Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me be shut out?

Win. I do, thou most ufurping proditor,
And not protector of the King or realm.

Glou. Stand back thou manifeft confpirator,
Thou that contriv'd'ft to murder our dead lord,
Thou that giv'ft † whores indulgencies to fin;
I'll canvass 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 + Damascus, be thou curfed Cain,
To lay thy brother Abel if thou wilt.

Hera

† Peel'd, alluding to bis fhaven crown, a metaphor from a peel'd

orange.

The publick Stews were formerly under the district of the BiShop of Winchester.

f Damafcus, N. B. About four miles from Damafcus is a high hill, reported to be the fame on which Cain flezu his brother Abel. Maundr. Trav. p. 131.

if thou wilt.

Glou. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy fcarlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth,
I'll ufe to carry thee out of this place.

Win. Do what thou dar'ft, I beard thee to thy face.
Glou. What am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?
Draw men for all this privileged place..

Blue coats to tawny. Prieft, beware thy beard,
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly.
Under my feet I'll stamp thy Cardinal's hat ;

Here Gloucefter's men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter in the burly-burly the Mayor of London, and his Officers.

Mayor. Fy, Lords, that you being fupreme magiftrates,

Thus contumeliqufly fhould break the peace.

Glou. Peace Mayor, for thou know'ft little of my.

wrongs :

Here's Beauford that regards not God nor King,
Hath here diftrain'd the Tower to his ufe.

Win. Here's Glo'fter too, a foe to citizens,
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'er-charging your free purfes 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 himself King, and fupprefs the Prince.
Glou. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
[Here they skirmish again.
Mayor. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous ftrife,
But to make open proclamation.
Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou canst.

All manner of men affembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and the King's, we charge and command you in his Highness name, to repair to your feveral dwelling places, and not to wear, handle, or ufe any fword, weapon, or dagger henceforward, upon pain of Death.

In fpight of Pope or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Glo'fler, thou'lt anfwer this before the Pope.
Glou. Winchefter Goofe, 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 fcarlet hypocrite.

Here Gloucefter's.

Glou