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Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore Glo. Peeld" priest, dost thou command me to me?
be shut out? Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could And not protector of the king or realm. brook ?
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator ; *Thou art no friend to God or to the king :
Thou that contriv’dst to murder our dead lord ; Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin : 1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord pro- I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, tector ;
[quickly. If thou proceed in this thy insolence. Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not Win. Nay, stand thou back ; I will not budge
a foot; Enter WINCHESTER, with his Serving-men in
This be Damascus,d be thou cursed Cain,
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. tawny coats."
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey ! * what Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth, means this?
I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
(*) Old copies, Umpheir, and Umpire.
b Peelid priest,-) In allusion to his shaven crown.
cond Part of Henry IV." Act II. Sc. 4, when Falstaff says:-“I
d Damascus,-) Damascus was anciently believed to be the spot where Cain killed his brother:-“ Damascus is as moche to saye as shedynge of blood. For there Chaym slowe Aboll, and hidde hym in the sonde."-Polychronicon, fol. xii. quoted by Ritson.
Win. Do what thou dar’st; I beard thee to thy | Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. face.
May. I'll call for clubs," if you will not away: Glo. What! am I dar'd, and bearded to my This cardinal's more haughty than the devil. Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
Glo. Mayor, farewell : thou dost but what thou Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your
may'st. beard ;
Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head ; I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: For I intend to have't ere long. [Exeunt. Under my feet I'll stamp thy cardinal's hat;a May. See the coast clear’d, and then we will In spite of pope or dignities of church,
[bear! Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Good God !o these nobles should such stomachs Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. pope.
[rope ! Glo. Winchester goose! I cry, a rope ! Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?-Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
SCENE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Out, tawny-coats !-out, scarlet hypocrite!
Enter, on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out the Cardinal's
Son. In the hurly.burly, enter the Mayor of London and his Officers.
M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is May. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme
And how the English have the suburbs won. Thus contumeliously should break the peace !
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Glo. Peace, mayor ! thou knowest little of my Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim. wrongs :
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
rul’d by me: Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
Chief master-gunner am I of this town; Wix. IIere's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; Something I must do to procure me grace. One that still motions war, and never peace,
The prince's espials have informed me, O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; How the English, in the suburbs close intrench’d, That seeks to overthrow religion,
Wont,* through a secret grate of iron bars Because he is protector of the realm ;
In yonder tower, to overpeer the city ; And would have armour here out of the Tower,
And thence discover how with most advantage To crown himself king, and to suppress the prince. They may vex us with shot or with assault. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but To intercept this inconvenience,
blows. [Here they skirmish again. A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd ; May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous And fully † even these three days have I watch'd, strife,
If I could see them. Now, boy, I do thou watch, But to make open proclamation :
For I can stay no longer.
And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Exit. here in arms this day against God's
Sox. Father, I warrant you ; take you no care, and peace
I'll never trouble the king's, we charge and command you, in his
Enter, in an upper chamber of a Tower, the LORDS sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon
SALISBURY and Talbot, Sir WillIAM pain of death.
GLANSDALE, Sir Thomas GARGRAVE, and Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law :
others. But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dearo cost, SAL. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! be sure :
How wert thou handled being prisoner ?
a Under my feet I'll stamp, &c.] So the second folio; the first reads, “I stamp."
b Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens ;] So the second folio; the first omits, too. But query, whether here, and in the line:
* Open the gates; 'tis Gloster that calls," and
“Gloster, we'll meet; to thy cost, be sure," we were not intended to read, Gloucester?
(*) Old text, went.
(t) First folio omits, fully. (1) First folio omits, boy. c To thy dear cost, be sure:) The reading of the second folio; in the first, deur is omitted. See the preceding note.
d I'll call for clubs,-) See note (b), p. 165.
e Good God! these nobles, &c.] Here, that is understood, “Good God! that these nobles," &c. f Forty year.] That is, many years. See note (5), p. 150, Vol. I.
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd ? Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man ! Discourse, I pr’ythee, on this turret's top.
TAL. What chance is this, that suddenly hath Tal. The duke* of Bedford had a prisoner,
cross'd us? Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles ; Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed.
How far’st thou, mirror of all martial men? But with a baser man of arms by far,
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off:Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: Accursed tower ! accursed fatal hand, Which I, disdaining, scorn’d : and craved death That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy ! Rather than I would be so vilet-esteem'd.
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ; In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir’d.
Henry the fifth he first train’d to the wars : But, 0, the treacherous Fastolfe wounds
heart ! Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, Whom with my bare fists I would execute, His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.If I now had him brought into my power.
Yet liv’st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert enter
ou hast, to look to heaven for grace: Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.In open market-place produc'd they me,
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, To be a public spectacle to all ;
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands !-Here, said they, is the terror of the French, Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.The scare-crow that affrights our children so. Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any
life? Then broke I from the officers that led me ; Speak unto Talbot ; nay, look up to him.And with my nails digg’d stones out of the ground, Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort ; To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
Thou shalt not die whilesMy grisly countenance made others fly;
He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me, None durst come near for fear of sudden death. As who should say, When I am dead and gone, In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ;
Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Wretched shall France be only in my name.
[Alarum : thunder and lightning. That walk'd about me every minute-while ; What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens ? And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ?
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have Here, through this grate, I count each one,
gather'd head! And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;
The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.- A holy prophetess, new risen up, — Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale, Is come with a great power to raise the siege. Let me have your express opinions,
[SALISBURY lifts himself up and groans. Where is best place to make our battery next.
TAL. Hlear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth GAR. I think, at the north gate ; for there stand lords.
[bridge. It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :
TAL. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Pucelle or puzzel," dolphin or dogfish, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.”
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, [Shot from the town. SALISBURY and Sir And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.Tuo. GARGRAVE fall.
Convey me Salisbury into his tent, Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen sinners!
dare.° [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.
(*) Old text, Earle.
(1) Old text, Pield. a Here, through this grate, I count each one,-) This is the reading of the first folio, although Steevens, in error, states it has thorough; and Mr. Knight endorses his mistake by adopting that word.
b Enfeebled.] Enfeebled, in this instance, must be read as a quadrisyllable.
c And like thee, Nero,-) The first folio omits, “Nero;" the second reads,
-and, Nero like, will," &c. d Puzzel,-) A foul drab.
© And then, &c.] Steevens proposed to restore the measure of this line by omitting and or these, or by reading,
“ Then try we what these dastard Frenchmen dare."
my force ?
Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
[Alarum. Another skirmish, Before one of the Gates of Orleans.
It will not be.- Retire into
trenches : Alarum. Skirmishings. Enter TALBOT, pursuing You all consented unto Salisbury's death, the Dauphin ; he drives him in, and exit : then For none would strike a stroke in his
revenge. enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans, before her, and exit after them. Then re-enter In spite of us, or aught that we could do. TALBOT.
0, would I were to die with Salisbury!
The shame hereof will make me hide TAL. Where is my strength, my valour, and
Flourish. Enter, on the walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES,
REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers.
Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls ;
Rescu'd is Orleans from the English :—° Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee :
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform’d her word. Blood will I draw on thee, _thou art a witch, CHAR. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st.
daughter, Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dis
How shall I honour thee for this success ?
[They fight. Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, [next.Tal. IIeavens, can you suffer hell so to pre- That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the vail ?
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,
Recover'd is the town of Orleans :
REIG. Why ring not out the bells aloud [They fight again.
throughout the town? Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet
Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And feast and banquet in the open streets, I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. O’ertake me, if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength. ALEN. All France will be replete with mirth Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved * men ;
[men. Help Salisbury to make his testament:
When they shall hear how we have play'd the This day is ours, as many more shall be.
CHAR. "Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is [La PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers.
won ; TAL. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's For which I will divide my crown with her: wheel ;
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
Her ashes, in an urn more precious
,(8) They callid us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Transported shall be at high festivals Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
Before the kings and queens of France.
[A short alarum. No longer on saint Denis will we cry, Hark, countrymen ! either renew the fight,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Come in ; and let us banquet royally, Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead : After this golden day of victory. Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf,
(*) Old copy, hungry-slarved. a Blood will I draw on thee,-) It was formerly believed that drawing blood from a witch rer.dered her malice impotent.
6 So timorous from the wolf,-) The old text has trecherous, which was corrected by Pope.
c From the English - The second folio reads,-"English
(*) Old text, or. wolves ;" but, remembering what Talbot had just before said,
“They call us, for our fierceness, English dogs," we should prefer adding dogs.
d Bright Astræa's daughter,-) So the second folio; the first omits, bright.
Enter to the gates, a French Sergeant and two
SERG. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant : If any noise or soldier you perceive, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. 1 SENT. Sergeant, you shall.—[Exit Sergeant.]
Thus are poor servitors (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,) Constrain’d to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
BED. Coward of France!—how much he wrongs
his fame,Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, To join with witches and the help of hell.
BUR. Traitors have never other company. -
TAL. A maid, they say.
A maid! and be so martial !
BED. Agreed ; I'll to yond corner.
And I to this.
Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces,
with scaling ladders; their drums beating a dead march.
Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Bur