Gis. Maver, fareweil: thou dost but what thou

may'it.

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;

I'll

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:

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

fail, One eye

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.

SCENE V.

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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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