Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou doft but what thou

may'ft. Win. Abominable Glofter! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long.

[Exeunt. Mayor. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will

depart.

Good God! that nobles fhould fuch ftomachs bear! I myself fight not once in forty year.

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SCENE IV. Orleans in France.

[Exeunt.

Enter the Mafter-Gunner of Orleans, and his Boy. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd;

And how the English have the fuburbs won.
Boy. Father, I know: and oft have fhot at them,
Howe'er, unfortunate, I mifs'd my aim.

M. Gun. But now thou fhalt not. Be thou rul'd
Chief mafter-gunner am I of this town; [by me:
Something I must do, to procure me grace.
The prince's fpials have informed me,

How the English, on the fuburbs close entrench'd,
Went through a fecret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower, to over-peer the city:
And thence difcover, how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot, or with affault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;
And fully even thefe three days have I watch'd,
If I could fee them: Now, boy, do thou watch;
For I can ftay no longer.

If thou fpy'ft any, run and bring me word;
And thou fhalt find me at the governor's. [Exit.
Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;

I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Enter the Lords SALISBURY and TALBOT, with Sir
W. GLANSDALE and Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, on
the Turrets.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prifoner?
Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd?
Difcourfe, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top,

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
Call'd-the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him was I exchang'd and ranfomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me;
Which I, difdaining, fcorn'd; and craved death
Rather than I would fo pill'd efteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.

But, oh! the treacherous Faftolfe wounds my heart!
Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,
If I had now him brought into my power.

Sal. Yet tell'fthou not, how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious In open market-place produc'd they me, [taunts. To be a public fpectacle to all;

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French,
The fcare-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 secure;

So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of fteel,

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And fpurn in pieces pofts of adamant :
Wherefore a guard of chofen fhot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute while
And if I did but ftir out of my bed,
Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart.

Enter the Boy with a Linftock.

;

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 through 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 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 fee, this city must be famish'd Or with light fkirmishes enfeebled.

[Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir THO. GARGRAVE fall 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'

crofs'd us?

Speak, Salisbury; at leaft, if thou canst fpeak;
How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's fide ftruck off!
Accurfed tower! accurfed 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:

Whilt
any trump did found, or drum ftruck up,
His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field.-
Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth

fail,

One eye thou haft to look to heaven for
grace:
The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.-
Heaven, 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, haft thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy fpirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die, whiles

He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me,
As who would 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 Alarum, and it thunders and lightens. What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens? Whence cometh this alarum, and this noife?

Enter a Messenger.

Me. My lord, my lord, the French have ga ther'd head:

The dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'dA holy prophetefs, new rifen up

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.

[Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up, and groans, Tal. Hear, hear, howdying 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,

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Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horfe's heels, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare. [Alarums. Exeunt, bearing out the Bodies.

SCENE V.

Here an Alarum again; and TALBOT pursueth the Dauphin, and driveth him; then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter TALBOT.

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 LA PUCELLE.

Here, here fhe 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 straightway give thy foul to him thou ferv'st.
Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace
[They fight.

thee.
Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail?
My breast I'll burft with ftraining of my courage,
And from my fhoulders crack my arms asunder,
But I will chaftife this high-minded strumpet.

Pucel. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yetcome: I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

[Afhort Alarum. Then enters the Town with Soldiers. O'ertake me if thou canft; I fcorn thy ftrength.

Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men ;
Help Salisbury to make his teftament: