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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.
Puc. Why, no, I fay, diftruftful recreants!
CHAR. What the fays, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out,
Glory is like a circle in the water,
CHAR. Was Mahomet infpired with a dove?
Nor yet faint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
REIG. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our honours;
CHAR. Presently we'll try:-Come, let's away about it: No prophet will I trust, if she
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;
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize :
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,
GLO. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore me?
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. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator;
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!
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;
And would have armour here out of the Tower,
GLO. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
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.
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.
In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd ;
If thou spy'ft any, run and bring me word;
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.