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Win. Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost,
be sure :
May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
thou mayst. Win. Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head; For I intend to have it ere long.
[Exeunt, severally, Gloucester and Win
chester with their Serving-men. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will
depart. Good God, these nobles should such stomachs
bear! I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt.
Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is
besieged, And how the English have the suburbs won. Boy. 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: 84. call for clubs.
Sc. 4. on the walls. This public affray, the cry was Clubs ! direction is not given in Ff, being Clubs! by way of calling for inconsistent with the arrangepersons with clubs to part the ment of the Elizabethan stage. combatants' (Nares).
The speakers stood on the lower 90. stomachs, warlike spirits. stage, pointing their gun towards The sentence is elliptical, for the raised gallery which repre• (to think that) these nobles,' or sented the upper chamber of the like.
. In any
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Boy. Father, I warrant you ; take you no care;
Enter, on the turrets, the LORDS SALISBURY and
TALBOT, SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE, SIR
THOMAS GARGRAVE, and others.
Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
Io. Wont, are wont.
'in an upper chamber of a 22. on the turrets. So Ff. tower.' Malone altered in conformity 33. vile-esteem'd ; Pope's with the master-gunner's words: emendation for pil'd esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
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 fear of my name 'mongst them was spread 50 That they supposed I could rend bars of steel And spurn in pieces posts of adamant : Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had That walked about me every 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 linstock.
53. shot, marksmen, 'shots.' 56. linstock, a stick to hold the gunner's match.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be
Here they shoot, Salisbury and Gargrave fall.
He beckons with his hand and smiles on me,
[Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens ? Whence cometh this alarum and the noise ?
Enter a Messenger.
gather'd head :
[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans. Tal. Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth