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
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,

Let me thy fervant, and not fovereign 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. 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,
Since I have enter'd thus into thefe wars.
Glory, is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceafes to enlarge itself,

"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,
Which Cæfar and his fortune bare at once.
Dau Was Mahomet infpired with a dove?
Thou with an eagle art infpired then.
Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet faint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright ftar of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?
Alen.. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to fave our
honours ;

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--
Break up the gates. I'll be your warrantize :
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?

GLOSTER'S Men rush at the Tower-Gates, and WOOD-
VILE, the Lieutenant, fpeaks within.

Wood. What noife is this? what traitors have we here?

Gl. Lieutenant, is it you, whofe voice I hear?
Open the gates: here's Glofter, that would enter,
Wood. Have patience, noble duke; I may not
The cardinal of Winchefter forbids: [open;
From him I have exprefs commandment,
That thou, nor none of thine, fhall be let in.
Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore
me?

Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, our late fovereign ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll fhut thee out thortly.

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,
To crown himself king, and fupprefs the prince.
Glo. I will not answer thee with words but blows.
[Here they fkirmish again.
Mayor. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous
But to make open proclamation:
Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canft.

[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.
Mayor. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away :--
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.
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