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Enter to the Protector at the Tower-gates, Winchester
and his men in tawny coats. Win. How now, ambitious umpire, what means this? Glou. Peeld priest *, dost thou command me be shut
Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, [out ? And not protector, of the King or realm.
Gloù. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
ter in the hurley-burley, the Mayor of London, and his efficerso
Mayor. Fy, Lords; that you, being fupreme magiThus contumeliously thould break the peace! [ftrates,
* Alluding to his shaven crown, a metaphor from a peeld orange.
+ The public stews were formerly under the distriệt of the bishop of Wincheste. Mr. Pope.
I N. B. About four miles from Damascus, is a high hill, reported to be the same 0.3 which Cain New his brother Abil. Maundrell's trama vels, p. 131. Mr. Pope M
-if thou wilt. Glot. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back; Thv scarlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth, l'il use to cariy thee out of this place
Win. Do what thou dir'it; I beard i hee to thy face.
Glou. Whai ? am i dur'd; and beardea to my face.
Win. Glo'st:r, thou'le answer this before the Pope.
Giou. Winceiter Goose! I cry, rope, a rope.
Glou. Peace, Mayor, for thou know'ft little of my
wrongs: Here's Beaufort, that regards not God nor King, Hath here diftrain’d the tower to his use.
Win. Here's Glo'ster too, a foe to citizens ; One that still motions war, and never peace, O'er-charging your free purses with large fines; That seeks 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. Glou. I will not answer thee with words, but blows,
[Here they skirmish again. Mayor. Nought rests for me in this tumultuous trife, 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, a
gainst God's peace and the King's, we charge and cominand you, in his Highnefs's name, to repair to your several dwelling places; and not wear, handle or use any sword, 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. Glo'ster, we'll meet to thy dear cost, be sure'; Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. Mayor. I'll call for clubs, if
will not away : This Cardinalis more haughty than the devil. [may'st,
Glou. Mayor, farewel: thou do'st but what thou
Win. Abominable Glo'ster, guard thy head, For I intend to have it ere be long.
Mayor. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Of. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs
bear! I my self fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Changes to Orleans in France. Enter the Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Box.
M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is beAnd how the English have the suburbs won. [fiegid, Boy. Father, I know, and oft have thót at them,
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
M.Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruld by Chief Master-gunner am I of this town, [me: Something I must do to procure me grace. The Prince's 'fpials have informed me, The English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, Went thro' a secret grate of iron bars, In yonder tow'r, to over-peer the city ; And thence discover how, with most advantage, They may vex us, with shot or with assault. To intercept this inconvenience, A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have place’d; And fully ev’n these three days have I watch’d, If I could see them. Now, Boy, do thou watch, For I can stay no longer, If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word, And thou shalt find me at the Governor's. [Exit.
Boy. Father, I warrant you ; take you no care; I'll never trouble
you, if I may spy them. SCENE
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy again return'd !
Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
Sal. Yet tell'ít thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
Tal. With scoffs and scorns, and contumelious taunts, In open market-place produce'd they me, To be a public spectacle to all. X x 2
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
Enter the Boy, with a linstock.
Gar. I think, at the 'north gate; for there stand lords,
Tal. For aught I fee, this city must be familhd,
[Here they shoot, and Salisbury and Sir Thomas
Gargrave fall down.
Tal. Whatchance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
He beckons with his hand, and finiles on me,
[Here an alarm, and it thunders und lightens. What stir is this? what tumult's in the heav'ns ? Whence cometh this alarm and this noise ?
Enter a Messenger. Mell
. My Lord, my Lord, the French have gather's The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, [head, A holy prophetess new risen up, Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.
[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up, and grones. Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth grone ! It irks his heart he cannot be revenge'd. Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you. Convey brave Salisbury into his tent, And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare.
[Alarm. Exeunt, bearing Salisbury and
Sir Thomas Gargrave out.
+ a Salisbury to you.