I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot. 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 dar'd, and bearded to my Draw, men, for all this privileged place; Blue-coats to tawny coats. beard; Priest, beware your [GLOSTER and his Men attack the Bishop. I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly : Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope. Glo. Now beat them hence, Why do you let them stay? Thee I'll chace 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. Fye, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace! wrongs: Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; 6 Sift. 7 An allusion to the Bishop's habit. O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; Because he is protector of the realm; And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. [Here they skirmish again. May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous strife, But to make open proclamation: Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst. 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. Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; [Exeunt. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will de part. [Exeunt. • That is, for peace-officers armed with clubs or staves. SCENE IV. France. Before Orleans. Enter, on the Walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd; 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 rul'd by me : Chief master-gunner am I of this town; 9 How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, And thence discover, how, with most advantage, A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd; If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; [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. SALISBURY and TALBOT, Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE, Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, and others. Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! How wert thou handled, being prisoner? • Spies. Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd? Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: my heart! Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts. In open market-place produc'd they me, To be a publick spectacle to all; Here, said they, is the terror of the French, So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread, Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd; But we will be reveng'd sufficiently. Now is it supper-time in Orleans: 1 So stripped of honours. Here through this grate, I can count every one, Where is best place to make our battery next. Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. [Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir THO. GARGRAVE fall. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! 1 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; fail, One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace: He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me; |