I mean to ttg it, and to cuf you soundly:
Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of pope or dignities of church,

Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope.
Glo. Winchester goose, I cry-A rope! a rope!
-Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?
-Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.-
Out, tawny-coats !-out, scarlet hypocrite!

Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, enter the
Mayor of London and Officers.

May, Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magis

trates,

Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know'st little of my

wrongs:

Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
Hath here distrain'd the tower to his use.

Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens;
One that still motions war, and never peace.
O'er-charging your free purses with large fines;
That seeks to overthrow religion,

Because he is protector of the realm;

And would have armour here out of the Tower,
To crown himself king, and suppress the prince.
Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
[Here they skirmish again.
May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous strife,
But to make open proclamation:

-Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,

Offi. All manner of men, assembled 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 several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death.

Vol. 4.

B

Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law :

But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be sure Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work.

May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away ;'This cardinal is more haughty than the devil." Glo. Mayor, farewell; thou dost but what thou may'st.

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

[Exeunt. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart,Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear! I myself fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV-France. Before Orleans. Enter on the walls, the Master-gunner and his Son.

M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd;

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 rule by

me:

Chief master-gunner am I of this town ;

Something I must do, to procure me grace.
The prince's espials have informed me,
How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;

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 plac'd;
And fully even these three days have I watch'd,
If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch,
For I can stay no longer.

If thou spy'st 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 Lord Salis. bury and Talbot, Sir William Glansdale, Sir Thom as Gargrave, and others.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'!
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas'd?
Discourse, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
Called-the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him I was exchang'd 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 he so pil'd esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I-desir'd.

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

taunts.

In open market-place produc'd they me,

To be a public spectacle to all;

Here, said they, is the terror of the French,

The scare-crow 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 suppos'd, 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 endur'd; But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.

Now it is supper-time in Orleans:

Here, through this grate, I can count every 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. Glan. 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 fail.

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

us?

-Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;
How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?

One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!-
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,

That hath contriv'd this woeful 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 liv'st 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.--
Heave, 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 Nero-like,

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 a 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 reveng❜d.—
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:-
Pucelle or puzzel, 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.