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ALEN. 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? ALEN. 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?

Puc. Why, no, I fay, diftruftful recreants!
Fight till the laft gafp; I will be your guard.

CHAR. What the fays, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out,
Puc. Affign'd am I to be the English fcourge.
This night the fiege affuredly I'll raise :
Expect faint Martin's fummer, halcyon days,
Since I have entered into thefe wars.

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceafeth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse 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 Cæfar and his fortune bare at once.

CHAR. Was Mahomet infpired with a dove?
Thou with an eagle art infpired then.
Helen, the mother of
great Conftantine,

Nor yet faint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
may I reverently worship thee enough?
ALEN. Leave off delays, and let us raife the fiege.

REIG. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our honours;
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz❜d.

CHAR. Presently we'll try:-Come, let's away about it: No prophet will I trust, if she

prove falfe.


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SCENE III. London. Hill before the Tower. Enter, at the Gates, the Duke of GLOSTER, with his SERVING-MEN in blue coats.

GLO. I am come to furvey the Tower this day;
Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.—
Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
Open the
gates; it is Glofter that calls. [SERVANTS knock.
I WARD. [Within.] Who is there that knocks fo imperi-
I SERV. It is the noble duke of Glofter.

2 WARD. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
I SERV. Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
1 WARD. [Within.] The lord protect him! so we answer
We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
[him :
GLO. Who willed you? or whofe will stands, 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?
SERVANTS ruh at the Tower gates. Enter, to the gates,
WOODVILLE, the Lieutenant.

WOOD. [Within.] What noise is this? what traitors have we here?

GLO. Lieutenant, is it you, whofe voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Glofter, that would enter.

WOOD. [Within.] Have patience, noble duke; I may The cardinal of Winchefter forbids: [not open;

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

GLO. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, our late fovereign, ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll fhut thee out shortly.

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1 SERV. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Or we'll burft them open, if that you come not quickly. Enter WINCHESTER, attended by a train of Servants in tawny coats.

WIN. How now, ambitious Humphry? what means this?
GLO. Piel'd prieft,doft thou command me to be fhut out?
WIN. I do, thou most ufurping proditor,
And not protector of the king or realm.

GLO. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator;
Thou, that contriv'dft to murder our dead lord;
Thou, that giv'ft whores indulgences to fin:
I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy infolence.

WIN. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot; This be Damafcus, 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 fcarlet 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 your beard [GLOSTER and his men attack the Bishop. I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly; Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat; In fpite of pope, or dignities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. WIN. Glofter, thou'lt anfwer this before the pope. GLO. Winchester 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 fheep's array.Out, tawny coats!-out, fcarlet hypocrite!



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Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, Enter the Maron of London, and OFFICERS.

Mar. Fie, lords! that you, being fupreme magiftrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

GLO. Peace, mayor; thou know'ft little of my wrongs: Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Hath here diftrain'd the Tower to his use.

WIN. Here's Glofter too, a foe to citizens;
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'ercharging 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.

GLO. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
[Here they fkirmish again.
Mar. Nought refts for me, in this tumultuous ftrife,
But to make open proclamation :—

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

OFF. All manner of men, affembled here in arms this day, a

gainst 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 use, any fword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death. 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.

Mar. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away :--This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.

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GLO. Mayor, farewell: thou doft but what thou may'ft. WIN. Abominable Glofter! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long.


Mar. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will depart.Good God! that nobles should fuch ftomachs bear! I myself fight not once in forty year.


SCENE IV. France. Before Orleans. Enter, on the walls, the MASTER-GUNNER and his SoN. M. GUN. Sirrah, thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd; And how the English have the fuburbs won.

SON. Father, I know; and oft have fhot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I mifs'd my aim.

M. GUN. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by me: Chief master-gunner am I of this town;

Something I must do, to procure me grace.
The prince's efpials 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 difcover, how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot, 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 fee them. Now, boy, do thou watch,
For I can stay no longer.

If thou spy'ft any, run and bring me word;
And thou fhalt find me at the governor's.

SAL. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! How wert thou handled, being prisoner?


SON. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them. Enter, in at an upper chamber of a Tower, the Lords SALISBURY and TALBOT, Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE, Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, and Others.

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