I'll canvas1 thee in thy broad cardinal's bat, Win. Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a foot: This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back: Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth I'll use, to carry thee out of this place. Win. Do what thou dar'st: I beard thee to thy face. Glo. What? am I dared, and bearded to my face?— Draw, men, for all this privileged place; Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your beard; I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: 2 Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Here a great tumult. you In the midst of it, enter the Mayor of London, and Officers. May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magis trates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Glo. Peace, mayor: thou know'st little of my wrongs: Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; 1 To canvas was "to toss in a sieve; a punishment (says Cotgrave) inflicted on such as commit gross absurdities." 2 A Winchester goose was a particular stage of the disease contracted in the stews. That seeks to overthrow religion, Because he is protector of the realm; And would have armor here out of the tower, 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. [Exeunt. May. See the coast cleared, and then we will depart. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear! I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. 1 The practice of calling out Clubs! clubs! to call out the London apprentices upon the occasion of any affray in the streets, has been before explained. 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 missed my aim. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. by me: Be thou ruled Chief master-gunner am I of this town; How the English, in the suburbs close intrenched, In yonder tower, to overpeer the city; And thence discover how, with most advantage, A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed; If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;' And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Exit. Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care: I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them. Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the LORDS Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again returned! 1 The old copy reads went; the emendation is Mr. Tyrwhitt's. Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Once, in contempt, they would have bartered me; my heart! Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert entertained. Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts. In open market-place produced they me, Here, said they, is the terror of the French,2 And with my nails digged stones out of the ground My grisly countenance made others fly; None durst come near for fear of sudden death. So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread, Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endured; But we will be revenged sufficiently. Now it is supper-time in Orleans; 1 The old copy reads "piled esteemed." 2 "This man [Talbot] was to the French people a very scourge and a daily terror, insomuch that as his person was fearful and terrible to his adversaries present, so his name and fame was spiteful and dreadful to the common people absent; insomuch that women in France, to feare their yong children, would crye the Talbot cometh."-Hall's Chronicle. Here, through this grate, I can count every one, 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 see, this city must be famished, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. [Shot from the town. SALISBURY and SIR Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners. Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!1- 1 Camden says, in his Remaines, that the French scarce knew the use of great ordnance till the siege of Mans in 1455, when a breach was made in the walls of that town by the English, under the conduct of this earl of Salisbury; and that he was the first English gentleman that was slain by a cannon ball. |