Glou. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: But we shall meet, and tell our minds at large.. Win. Glo'fier, 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. Glou. Mayor, farewel: thou doft but what thou may'st.

Win. Abominable Glo'fter, 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 should such stomachs bear! I my felf fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.

Changes to Orleans, in France.

Enter the Mafter-gunner of Orleans, and his Boy.

M. Gun.

IRRA, thou know'st how Orleans is

SIRR belieg'd,

And how the English have the fuburbs won.

Boy. Father I know, and oft have shot at them, How e'er unfortunate I mifs'd my aim.

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by me:
Chief Mafter-gunner am I of this town,
Something I muft do to procure me grace.
The Prince's 'fpials have informed me,
The English in the fuburbs clofe intrench'd
Went thro' a fecret grate of iron bars,
In yonder tow'r, to over-peer the city,
And thence difcover how with most advantage
They may vex us, with fhot or with assault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ord'nance 'gainst it I have plac'd,
And fully ev❜n these three days have I watch'd
If I could fee them. Now, Boy, do thou watch.

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 spy them.

SCENE IX.

[Exit.

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 pr'ythee on this turret's top.

Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a prisoner,
Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santraile,
For him was I exchang'd and ranfomed.
But with a baser man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Which I difdaining scorn'd, and craved death,
Rather than I would be fo e vilde efteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.

But O, the treach'rous Falftaff wounds my heart;
Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,

If I now had him brought into my pow'r.

Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With fcoffs and fcorns, and contumelious 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.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
And with my nails digg'd ftones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my fhame.
My grifly countenance made others fly,
None durft come near for fear of sudden death,
In iron walls they deem'd me not fecure:
So great a fear my name amongst them spread,
That they fuppos'd I could rend bars of steel,

And

And fpurn in pieces pofts of adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen fhot I had;

They walk'd about me ev'ry minute while;
And if I did but ftir out of my bed,

Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd, But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.

Now it is fupper-time in Orleans:

Here thro' 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 exprefs opinions,

Where is best place to make our batt'ry next?
Gar. I think at the north gate, for there ftand lords.
Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Tal. For ought I fee this city must be famif'd,
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they shoot, and Salisbury falls down.
Sal. O Lord have mercy on us, wretched finners,
Gar. O Lord have mercy on me, woful man...
Tal. What chance is this that fuddenly hath croft us?
Speak, Salisbury; atleaft if thou canst speak;
How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheeks fide ftruck off!
Accurfed tow'r, accurfed fatal hand
That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battels Salisbury o'ercame :
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars.
Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up,
His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field,
Yet liv ft thou, Salisbury? tho thy fpeech doth fail,
One ey.e thou haft to look to heav'n for grace.
Heav'n be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!

—to heav'n før grace,

The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.
Heav'n be thou, &c.

Bear

Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, haft thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot, nay look up to him.
O Salisb'ry, chear thy fpirit with this comfort,
Thou shalt not die, while

-He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me,
As who should fay, when I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.
Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,

Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched fhall France be only in my name.

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

Enter a Meffenger.

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

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

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.

[Here Salisbury lifteth himfelf up and groans. Tal. Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan, It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd. Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you. Convey brave Salisbury into his tent,

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And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare.

[Alarum. [Exit.

SCENE X.

Here an alarum again; and Talbot purfueth the Dan phin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter Talbot.

-a Salisbury to you.

Puzel or Puffel, Dolphin or Dog-fifh,

Your hearts I'll stamp out with my Horfes heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.#f
Convey brave, I.

Tal. Where is my ftrength, my valour and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; A woman clad in armour chaseth them.

Enter Pucelle.

Here, here he comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee :

Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
And ftraitway give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft.

Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee. [They fight.* Talbot farewel, thy hour is not yet come,

I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

A fhort alarum. Then enter the town with foldiers. O'ertake me if thou canft, I fcorn thy ftrength, Go, go, chear up thy hunger-ftarved men,

Help Salisbury to make his teftament:

This day is ours, as many more fhall be. [Exit Pucelle.
Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel.
I know not where I am, nor what I do :

A witch, by fear not force, like Hannibal
Drives back our troops, and conquers as the lifts:
So Bees with fmoak, and Doves with noisom stench,
Are from their hives and houses driv'n away.
They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs,
Now like their whelps we crying run away.

A foort alarum.

Hark countrymen, either renew the fight,
Or tear the Lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your foil, give Sheep in Lions ftead:
Sheep run not half fod tim'rous from the Wolf,

-[They fight.

Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail?
My breaft I'll burft with ftraining of my courage,
And from my fhoulders crack my arms afunder,
But I will chaftife this high-minded ftrumpet.
Pucel. Talbot farewel, c.
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