And fighteft with the fword of Deborah. Pucel. Chrift's mother helps me, else I were too weak. Dau. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me : Impatiently I burn with thy defire; My heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd. Let me thy fervant, and not fovereign be; Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftrate thrall. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alen. Doubtless, he fhrives this woman to her fmock; Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we difturb him, fince 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 devife you Shall we give over Orleans or no? [on? Pucel. Why, no, I fay, diftruftful recreants! Fight 'till the laft gafp; I will be your guard. Dau. What the fays, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out. Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge. This night the fiege affuredly I'll raife: Expect faint Martin's fummer, halcyon days, "Till, by broad fpreading, 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 ship, Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. bout it: No prophet will I truft, if fhe prove falfe. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Tower-Gates, in London. Enter GLOSTER, with his Serving-Men. Glo. I am come to furvey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.Where be thefe warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates; it is Glofter that calls. 1 Ward. Who's there, that knocketh fo imperioufly? 1 Man. It is the noble duke of Glofter. 2 Ward. 15 2 Ward. Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in, 1 Man. Villains, anfwer you so the lord protector? 1 Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we answer We do no otherwife 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 GLOSTER'S Men rush at the Tower-Gates, and WOOD- Wood. What noise is this? what traitors have wę here? Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whofe voice I hear? Open the gates: here's Glofter, that would enter. Wood. Haye patience, noble duke; I may not The cardinal of Winchester forbids: [open; From him I have exprefs commandment, Arrogant Winchefter? that haughty prelate, Serv. Open the gates there to the lord protector; We'll burft them open, if that you come not quickly. Enter to the Protector, at the Tower-Gates, WINCHESTER, and his Men in tawny Coats. Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey? What means this? Glo Glo. Piel'd prieft, doft thou command me to be fhut out? Win. I do, thou moft ufurping proditor, And not protector of the king or realm. Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator; Thou, that contriv'dft to murder our dead lord; Thou, that giv'ft whores indulgences to fin: I'll canvafs thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy infolence. [foot? Win. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a 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 theeback: 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. beard; Prieft, beware thy ; I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly: Here GLOSTER's Men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter, in the Hurly-Burly, the Mayor of London, and his Officers. Mayor. Mayor. Fie, lords! that you, being fupreme ma- Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Win. Here's Glofter too, a foe to citizens; Because he is protector of the realm; And would have armour here out of the Tower, [ftrife, Offi. All manner of men, affembled 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 feveral dwelling-places; and not wear, handle, or ufe, 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 coft, be thou fure: Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. Glo |