And fighteft with the fword of Deborah. Pucel. Chrift's mother helps me, else I were too weak. Dau. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that muft help me : Impatiently I burn with thy defire; My heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd Let me thy fervant, and not fovereign be; Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftrate thrall. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alen. Doubtlefs, he fhrives this woman to her fmock; Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we difturb him, fince 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 devife you Shall we give over Orleans or no? [on? Pucel. Why, no, I fay, distrustful recreants! Fight 'till the laft gafp; I will be your guard. Dau. What the fays, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out. Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English scourge, This night the fiege affuredly I'll raise : Expect faint Martin's fummer, halcyon days, "Till, by broad fpreading, it difperfe to nought: With Henry's death, the English circle ends; Difperfed are the glories it included. Now am I like that proud infulting ship, Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz’d. Dau. Presently we'll try :-Come, let's away about it : No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Tower-Gates, in London: Enter GLOSTER, with his Serving-Men. Glo. I am come to furvey 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. 1 Ward. Who's there, that knocketh so imperi oufly? 1 Man. It is the noble duke of Glofter. 2 Ward. 2 Ward. Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, anfwer you fo the lord protector? 1 Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we answer We do no otherwife than we are will'd. [him: Glo. Who willed you? or whofe will stands, but mine? There's none protector of the realm, but I-- GLOSTER'S Men rush at the Tower-Gates, and WOOD- Wood. What noife is this? what traitors have we here? Gl. Lieutenant, is it you, whofe voice I hear? Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate, Serv. Open the gates there to the lord protector; We'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. Enter to the Protector, at the Tower-Gates, WINCHES TER, and his Men in tawny Coats. Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey? What means this? Cla Piel'd priest, doft thou command me to be fhut out? . I do, thou moft ufurping proditor, And not protector of the king or realm. Glo. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator; Thou, that contriv'dft to murder our dead lord ; Thou, that giv'ft whores indulgences to fin: I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy infolence, [foot? Win. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a This be Damafcus, be thou curfed Cain, To flay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. Glo. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive theeback: Thy fearlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth I'll ufe, to carry thee out of this place. Win. Do what thou dar'ft; I beard thee to thy face. Gl. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?— Draw, men, for all this privileged place; Blue-coats to tawny-coats. beard; I mean to tug it, and to cuff Prieft, beware thy you foundly: Under my feet I'll ftamp thy cardinal's hat; In fpite 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. Glo. Winchester goofe! I cry-A rope! a rope! Now beat them herce, Why do you let them ftay ?~Thee I'll chafe hence, thou wolf in fheep's array.→ Out, tawny coats! out, fcarlet hypocrite! Here GLOSTER's Men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter, in the Hurly-Burly, the Mayor of London, and his Officers. Mayor. Mayor. Fie, lords! that you, being fupreme magiftrates, Thus contumelioufly fhould break the peace! Glo. Peace, mayor; for thou know't little of my wrongs: Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Hath here diftrain'd the Tower to his use. Win. Here's Glofter too, a foe to citizens; One that ftill 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, [ftrife, Offi. 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' name, to repair to your feveral dwelling-places; and not wear, handle, or ufe, any fword, 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. Glofter, we'll meet; to thy coft, be thou fure: Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. Gle. |