Draw, men, for all this privileged place; Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your beard; [GLOSTER and his men attack the Bishop. I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope. Glo. Winchester goose ! * 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 a great tumult. In the midst of it, Enter the MAYOR of London and Officers. May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates, Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know'st little of my wrongs: Win. Here's Gloster, too, a foe to citizens; Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. [Here they skirmish again. May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous strife, Off. All manner of men, assembled 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 several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, 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. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be sure : Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. May. I'll call for clubs,† if you will not away : This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst. Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long. [Exit. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs ‡ bear! * An allusion to the bishop's licentious manners. + That is, for peace-officers armed with clubs or staves. + Pride. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Enter, on the walls, the MASTER GUNNER and his SON. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged; And how the English have the suburbs won. Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me : Chief master-gunner am I of this town; If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word ; Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; Exit. Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the Lords SALISBURY and TALBOT, SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE, SIR THOMAS GA GRAVE, and others. Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart! Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert entertain'd. In open market-place produced they me, Here, said they, is the terror of the French, The scare-crow, that affrights our children so. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endured; But we will be revenged sufficiently. Where is best place to make our battery next. Gar. I think at the north gate; for there stand lords. Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. [Shot from the town. SALISBURY and SIR THO. GARGRAVE fall. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man! Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath cross'd us Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me: Remember to avenge me on the French. Plantagenet, 1 will; and Nero-like, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: Wretched shall France be only in my name. [Thunder heard; afterwards ar alarum. What stir is this? What tumult 's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise? Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,- Is come with a great power to raise the siege. [SALISBURY groans. Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! And then we'll try what these dastardly Frenchmen dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies. SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the Gates. Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him in: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving English men before her. Then enter TALBOT. Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them. Here, here she comes:-I'll have a bout with thee; Enter LA PUCELLE. 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 serv'st. Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee; [They fight. Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come: I must go victual Orleans forthwith. * Dirty wench. * The superstition of those times taught, that he who could draw a witch's blood was free from her power. Help Salisbury to make his testament: [PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers. This day is ours, as many more shall be. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do: [A short alarum. [Alarum. Another skirmish. It will not be :-Retire into your trenches: Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans, In spite of us, or aught that we could do. O, would I were to die with Salisbury! The shame hereof will make me hide my head. [Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt TALBOT and his Forces, &c. SCENE VI. -The same. Enter, on the walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls; Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's daughter, How shall I honour thee for this success? Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town? Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, |