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Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your beard;
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly:
Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, Enter the MAYOR of
May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know'st little of my wrongs:
Win. Here's Gloster, too, a foe to citizens;
And would have armour here out of the Tower,
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.
May. I'll call for clubs,† if you will not away :
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.
Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
For I intend to have it, ere long.
May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.-
* An allusion to the bishop's licentious manners.
+ 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 besieged; 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 ruled by me:
Something I must do to procure me grace:
And thence discover, how, with most advantage,
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
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 GAL GRAVE, and others.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart!
If I now had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert entertain❜d.
Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts. In open market-place produced they me,
To be a public spectacle to all;
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scare-crow, that affrights our children so.
My grisly countenance made others fly;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endured;
Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I can count every one,
Where is best place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think at the north gate; for there stand lords.
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
[Shot from the town. SALISBURY and SIR THO.
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath cross'd us-
How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men ?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!—
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me :
Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
[Thunder heard; afterwards an alarum.
What stir is this? What tumult 's in the heavens?
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
A holy prophetess, new risen up,
Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
Tal Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan!
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
And then we'll try what these dastardly Frenchmen dare.
SCENE V-The same. Before one of the Gates.
Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him in: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving English men before her. Then enter TALBOT.
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.
Enter LA PUCELLE.
Here, here she comes: -I'll have a bout with thee;
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee;
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
• Dirty wench.
The superstition of those times taught, that he who could draw a witch's blood was free from her power.
Help Salisbury to make his testament:
This day ours, as many more shall be.
[PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers.
Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
I know not where I am, nor what I do:
[A short alarum.
A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
[Alarum. Another skirmish
It will not be:-Retire into your trenches:
In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
[Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt TALBOT and his Forces, &c.
SCENE VI-The same.
Enter, on the walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER,
Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls;
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.—
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And feast and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
For which, I will divide my crown with her: