Dau. Who-e'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;
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be fo,"
Let me thy fervant and not Soveraign be,
'Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus.
Pucel. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profeffion's facred from above:
When I have chafed all thy foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a recompence.

Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftrate thrall.
Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
Alan. Doubtlefs, he fhrives this woman to her fmock;
Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his fpeech.

Reig. Shall we difturb him, fince he keeps no mean?
Alan. He inay mean more than we poor men do

know:

These women are fhrewd tempters with their tongues.
Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise
Shall we give over Orleans or no?

Pucel. Why, no, I fay; diftrustful recreants!
Fight till the laft gafp, for I'll be your guard.

you on?

Dau. What fhe 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 Saint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days,
Since I have enter'd thus into these wars.

Glory is like a circle in the water ;
Which never ceafeth to enlarge it felf,
Till by broad fpreading it difperfe to nought.
With Henry's death the English circle ends;
Dispersed are the glories it included:
Now am I like that proud infulting fhip,
Which Cæfar and his fortune bore at once.
Dau. Was Mahomet inspired with a Dove?
Thou with an Eagle art infpired then.
Helen the mother of great Conftantine,
Nor yet St. Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright ftar of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee?

Alan.

Alan. Leave off delays, and let us raife the fiege.
Reig. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our ho-

nours;

Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

Dau. Presently try: come, let's away about it. No prophet will I truft, if the proves falfe. [Exeunt.

Glou.

SCENE, the Tower-gates, in London.

I

Enter Gloucefter, with his Serving-men.

AM this day come to furvey the Tower;

Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates. 'Tis Gloucester, that calls.

I Ward. Who's there, that knocketh fo imperiously?" I Man. It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.

2 Ward. Who e'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, answer you fo the Lord Protector? 1 Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we answer him; We do no otherwise than we are will'd.

Glou. Who willed you? or whofe will stands, but mine? There's none Protector of the realm but I.

Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize;
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghil grooms?

Gloucester's men rush at the Tower-gates, and
Woodvile the Lieutenant Speaks within.

Wood, What noife is this? what traitors have we here?
Glou. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear?
Open the gates; here's Glofter, that would enter.
Wood. Have patience, noble Duke; I may not open;
The Cardinal of Winchester forbids;

From him I have exprefs commandment,

That thou, nor none of thine, fhall be let in.

Glou. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore me? Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,

Whom Henry, our late Soveraign, ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the King:
Open the gate, or I'll fhut thee out shortly.

Serd.

Serv. Open the gates there to the Lord Protector; We'll burft them open, if 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? (7)

Glou. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me be shut Out?

Win. I do, thou most ufurping proditor,
And not protector, of the King or realm.

Glou. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator;
Thou, that contriv'd'ft to murder our dead lord ;
Thou, that giv'ft whores indulgencies to fin; (8)
I'll canvass thee in thy broad Cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy infolence.

(7) How now, ambitious umpire, what means this?] This Reading has obtain'd in all the Editions fince the 2d Folio. The first Folio has it, Umpheir. It is obfervable that, in both, the Word is diftinguifh'd in Italicks. But why, Umpire? Or of What? Gloucester was Protector of the Realm in the King's Minority, but not an Umpire in any particular Matter that we know of. The Traces of the Letters, and the Word being printed originally in Italicks, convince me, that the Duke's Chriftian Name lurk'd under this Corruption. I have therefore ventur'd to reftore it in the Text: and Gloucester is not fo feldom as 50 times call'd Humphrey in this and the fucceeding Play.

(8) Thou, that giv'ft Whores] The Brothel-houses, or Stews, which were of old licens'd on the Bankfide at Southwark, were within the Diftrict, and under the Jurifdiction, of the Bishop of Winchester. To this our Poet has again alluded in the laft Speech of his Troilus and Creffida: but that my Fear is this,

Some galled Goofe of Winchefter would bifs.

For the Venereal Tumour, call'd a Winchester-goofe, deriv'd its Name from that Bishop giving Difpenfations to Strumpets. Nor were Harlots alone permitted to exercise their Function at the Bankfide; but Male-Bauds were likewife indulg'd to keep publick Houses for the Reception of fuch Cattle. And these became fo infamous, that in the 11th Year of Henry VI. we find, a Statute was made, That none, who dwelt at the Stews in Southwark, fhould be impannell'd in Juries, nor keep any Inn, or Tavern, but there. Thefe Stews, in the 37th Year of King Henry VIII. (Anno 1546) were, by Proclamation and Sound of Trumpet, fupprefs'd; and the Houfes let to People of Reputation, and honeft Callings.

Win. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot: This be Damafcus, be thou curfed Cain, (9)

To flay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Glou. I will not flay 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'ft; I beard thee to thy face. Glou. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face? Draw, men, for all this privileged place.

Blue coats to tawny. Prieft, beware thy beard;
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly.
Under my feet I'll ftamp thy Cardinal's hat:
In fpight of Pope or dignities of Church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Glofter, thou'lt anfwer this before the Pope.
Glou. Winchester Goofe! I cry, a rope, a rope.
Now beat them hence, why do you let them ftay?
Thee I'll chafe hence, thou Wolf in Sheep's array.
Out, tawny coats; out, fcarlet hypocrite!

Here Gloucefter's men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter in the burly-burly the Mayor of London, and his Officers. Mayor. Fy, Lords; that you, being fupreme magistrates,

Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

Glou, Peace, Mayor, for thou know'ft little of my wrongs:

Here's Beauford, that regards not God nor King,
Hath here diftrain'd the Tower to his ufe.

Win. Here's Glo'cefter too, a foe to citizens,
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'er-charging your free purfes with large fines;
That feeks 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.

(9) This be Damafcus,] About 4 Miles from Damafcus is a high Hill, reported to be the fame on which Cain kill'd his brother Abel. Maundr. Trav. p. 131,

Glou.

Glou. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. [Here they skirmish again. Mayor. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous ftrife, But to make open proclamation.

Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou canst.

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's name, to repair to your feveral dwelling places, and not to wear, handle, or ufe any fword, weapon, or dagger henceforward, upon pain of Death.

Glou. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
But we shall meet, and tell our minds at large.
Win. Glofter, we'll meet to thy dear coft, be fure;
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.

Glou. Mayor, farewel: thou doft but what thou may'st.
Win. Abominable Glo'fter, guard thy head,
For I intend to have it, ere be long.

[Exeunt. Mayor. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God! that nobles fhould fuch ftomachs bear! I my felf fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Orleans in France.

Enter the Master-gunner of Orleans, and his Boy.

M. Gun.

IRRA, thou know'ft how Orleans is be

SIR fieg'd,

And how the English have the fuburbs won.

Boy. Father, I know, and oft have shot at them,

How e'er unfortunate I mifs'd my aim.

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by me: Chief Master-gunner am I of this town, Something I muft do to procure me grace. The Prince's 'fpials have informed me, The English, in the fuburbs clofe intrench'd, Went thro' a fecret grate of iron bars,