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And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
Pucel. Christ'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 desire; My heart and hands thou hast at once fubdu’d. Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so, Let me thy servant, and not sovereign be; 'Tis the French dauphin fueth to thee thus.

Pucel. I must not yield to any rites of love, For my profeffion's sacred from above : When I have chased all thy foes from hence, Then will I think upon a recompence. Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate

thrall. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alen. Doubtless, he shrives this woman to her

smock; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no

mean? Alen. He may mean more than we poor men

do know: These women are shrewd tempters with their

tongues. Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you Shall we give over Orleans or no?

[on? Pucel. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants ! Fight 'till the last gasp; I will be your guard. Dau. What she says, I'll confirm ; we'll fight

· it out. - Pucel. Aflign'd I am to be the English fcourge, This night the fiege assuredly I'll raise :

Expe&t faint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
Since I have enter'd thus into these wars.
Glory, is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceases to enlarge itself,
"Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
With Henry's death, the English circle ends;
Dispersed are the glories it included.
Now am I like that proud infulting ship,
Which Cæfar and his fortune bare at once.

Dau. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
Thou with an eagle art inspired then:
Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet faint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?

I Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our

honours ; Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. Dau. Presently we'll try :Come, let's away aa

bout it: No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.


SCENE III. Tower-Gates, in London.

Enter Gloster, with his Serving-Men. Glo. I am come to survey 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. I Ward. Who's there, that knocketh fo imperi2 Ward. Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, answer you so the lord protect

ously? i Man. It is the noble duke of Gloster.

2 Ward.


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1 Ward. The Lord protect him! so we answer We do no otherwise than we are will’d. [him : Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands, but

mine? There's none protector of the realm, but I


gates. I'll be your warrantize : Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? Gloster's Men rush at the Tower-Gates, and Wood

VILE, the Lieutenant, speaks within.
IV cod. What noise is this? what traitors have we

here? Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose 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 express commandment, That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.

Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore

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Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, ourlate sovereign ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.

Seru. Open the gates there to the lord protector; We'll burīt themopen, if that you comenot quickly. Enter to the Protector, at the Tower-Gates, WINCHES

ter, and his Men in tawny Coats. }\in. How now, ambitious Humphrey ? What means this?

Gla Glo. Piel'd priest, dost thou command me to be

shut out? Win. I do, thou most ufurping proditor, And not protector of the king or realm.

Gl. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator ; Thou, that contriv'dit to murder our dead lord ; Thou, that giv'st 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 This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, [foot ? To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Gl.. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive theeback: Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth I'll use, to carry thee out of this place. Win. Do what thou dar'it; I beard thee to thy

face. Gl.. What?aml dar'd, and bearded to my face?-Draw, men, for all this privileged place; Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Prielt, beware thy

beard ; I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly: Under my feet I'll stamp thy cardinal's hat; In spite of pope, or dignities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.

Win. Glofter, thou'lt answer this before the pope.

Gl. Winchester goofe! I cry-A rope! a rope! Now beat them hence, Why do you let them stay?-Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.Out, tawny coats ! out, scarlet hypocrite ! Here Gloster's Men beat out the Cardinals; and

enter, in the Hurly-Burly, the Mayor of London, and his Officers.


Mayor. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme ma

gistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace ! Glo. Peace, mayor; for thou know'st little of

my wrongs: Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.

Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens;
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'er-charging your free purses with large fines;
That seeks to overthrow religion,
Because he is protector of the realm ;
And would have armour here out of the Tower,
To crown himself king, and suppress the prince.
Gla. I will not answer thee with words but blows.

[Here they /kirmish again.
Mayor. Nought rests for me in this tumultuous
But to make open proclamation :- [ftrife,
Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.

Offi. All manner of men, assembled here in armis 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, bandle, or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforzard, 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. Gloster, we'll meets to thy cost, be thou

sure: Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.

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



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