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Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates. 'Tis Gloucester, that calls.
Ward. Who's there, that knocketh so imperiously? 1 Man. It is the noble Duke of Gloucester. 2 Ward. Who e'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, answer you so the Lord Protector?
1 Ward. The Lord prote& him! so we answer him; We do no otherwise than we are willid.
Glou. Who willed you? or whose will stands, but There's none Protector of the realm but I. (mine ? Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize ; Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? Gloucester's men rush at the Tower-gates, and Woodvile
the Lieutenant speaks within. Wood. What noise is this? what traitors have we
here ? Glou. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? Open the gates ; here's Glofter, that would enter.
Wood. Have patience, noble Duke; I may not open; The Cardinal of Jinchester forbids; From him I have exprefs commandment, That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.
Glou. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me? Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate, Whom Henry, our late Sovereign, ne'er could brook? Thou art no friend to God, or to the King: Open the gate, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
Soru. Open the gates there to the Lord Protector; We'll burit them open, if you come not quickly. Enler to the Protector at the Tower-gates, Winchester and
his men in tawny coats. Win. How now, ambitious Umpire, what means this ?
[fhut out? Glou. '* Piel'd Priest, doit thou command me be
* Pield Priest,] Alluding to his shaven Crown, a Metaphor from a peeld Orange.
Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor,
Glou. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
Glou. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive the back; Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth, I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
Win. Do, what thou darst; I beard thee to thy face.
Glou. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face? Draw, men, for all this privileged place. Blue coats to tawny. Priest, beware thy beard ; I mean to tug it, and 10 cuff you foundly. Under my feet I'll ftamp thy Cardinal's hat : In spight of Pope or dignities of Church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Glou'ser, thou'lt answer this before the Pope.
Glou. Winchester Goose! I cry, a rope, a rope. Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay ? Thce I'll chase hence, thou Wolf in Sheep's array. Out, tawny coats; out, scarlet hypocrite! Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London, and his Officers. Mayor. Fy, lords; that you, being supreme ma
One that still motions war, and never peace,
(Here they skirmish again.
God's peace and the King's, we charge and command you in his Highness'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. Glofter, we'll meet to thy dear cost, be sure ; Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
Mayor. l'll call for clubs, if you will not away: This Cardinal is more haughty than the devil. Glou. Mayor, farewel: thou doft but what thou
may ft. Win. Abominable Glofter, guard thy head, For I intend to have it, ere be long. [ixeunt. Mayor. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
[bear! Offic. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt.
Changes to Orleans in France. Enter the Master-gunner of Orleans, and his Boy. M. Gun. IRRAH, thou know'st how Orleans is
belieg'd And how th¢ English have the suburbs won.
M. Gun. STRR
Boy. Father, I know, and oft have shot at them, How e'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, Something I must do to procure me grace. The Prince's 'fpials have informed me, The Englih, in the suburbs close intrench'u, 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 hot or with affault. To intercept this inconvenience, A piece of ord'nance 'gainst it I have placed ; 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'it 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,
may spy them.
Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets, with others. Sal. T ALBOT, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prisoner? Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd ? Discourse, I pr’ythee, on this turret's top.
Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santraile, For him was I exchang’d, and ransomed. But with a baser man of arms by far, Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: Which I disdaining scorn'd, and craved death, Rather than I would be fo vile esteemid. In fine, redeem'd I was, as I defir'd.
But, oh! the treach'rous Faftolfe wounds my heart;
Sal. Yet tell'At thou not, how thou wert entertain'd.
Tal. With scoffs and scorns, and contumelious In open market-place produc'd they me, (taunis, To be a public spectacle to all. Here, said they, is the terror of the French; The scare-crow, that affrights our children so. Then broke I from the officers that led me, And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground, To hurl at the beholders of my shame. My grisly countenance made others fly; None durst come near, for fear of sudden death. In iron walls they deem'd me not secure : So great a fear my name amongst them spread, That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel; And spurn in pieces posts of adamant. Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had; They walk'd about me ev'ry minute-while; And if I did but stir out of my bed, Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
Enter the Boy, with a Linflock. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd, But we will be reveng'd sufficiently, Now it is fupper-time in Orleans ; Here thro' this grate I can count every one, And view the French men how they fortify: Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee. Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir TVilliam Glansdale, Let me have your express opinions, Where is belt place to make our batt'ry next?
Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords. Glan. And I lcre, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Tal. For aught I see, this city must be familh'd, Or with light ikirmithes en feebled. (Here they shoot, and Salisbury falls down.