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in. Abominabie Gloster! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long. [Exeunt. Marsr. 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. [Exeunts

SCENE IV. Orleans in France.

Enter the Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Bos. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is

besieg'd; And how the English have the suburbs won.

Boy. Father, I know: and oft have shot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss’d my aim.

M. Gin. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd Chief master-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 suburbs close entrench'd, Went through a secret grate of iron bars In yonder tower, to over-peer the city: And thence discover, how, with most advantage, They may vex us, with thot, 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. Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;

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I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
Enter the Lords SALISBURY and TALBOT, with Sir

W. GLANSDAĻE and Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, on
the Turrets.

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

Or by what means got'st thou to be relcas'd?
Discourse, I prythee, 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 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 so pill'd esteem’d.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
But, oh! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds myheart!
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I had now him brought into my power.

Sal. Yet tell’stjthou not, howthouwertentertain'd.
Tal. With scoffs, and fcorns, and contumelious

open market-place produc'd they me, staunts.
To be a public spectacle to all ;
Here, said 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 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 'mongit them was spread,
That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,

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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.

Erter the Boy with a Linstock.
Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd;
But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.
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 fight 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 fee, this city must be famith'd Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. [Skot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir Tho.

GARGRAVE fall down. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath

cross'd us? Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; llow far'ít thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's fide 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:

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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

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thou hast to look to heaven for grace: The sun 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, hast thou any life? Speak unte 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 would say, When I am dead and gone, Remember to avenge are on the French ammo Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: Wretched shall France be only in my naine.

[Here an Alarum, and it thunders and lightens. What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum, and this noise ?

Enter a Messenger.
Mel. My lord, my lord, the French have ga-

ther'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.

[Here SalisburY lifteth himself up, and groans,
Tal. Hear, hear, howdying Salisbury dothgroan!
It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfilh,

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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 dastard Frenchmen dare.

[A!urimis. Exeunt, bearing cut the Bodies.

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Here an Alarum again ; and Talbot pursueth the

Dauphin, and driveth him ; then enter JOAN LA
Pucelle, driving Englishnen before her. Then
enter Talbot.
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my

force ?
Our Englith troops retire, I cannot stay them;
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

Enter LA PUCELLE. Here, here she 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 soul to him thou ferv'st. Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.

[They fight. Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell fo to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms asunders But I will chastise this high-minded Itrumpet.

Pucel. Talbot, farewell; thy hour isnotyetcome? I must go victual Orleans forth with. [Aport Alarum. Then enters the Town with Soldiers. O'ertake me if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. Go, go, cheer up thy hunger.starved men; Help Salisbury to make his testament :

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