Where be thefe warders, that they wait not here?
Open the gates. 'Tis Gloucefter, that calls.

1 Ward. Who's there, that knocketh so imperiously? 1 Man. It is the noble Duke of Gloucefter.

2 Ward. Who e'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, anfwer you fo the Lord Protector? 1 Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we answer him; We do no otherwife than we are will'd.

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?

Gloucefter's men rush at the Tower-gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant fpeaks within.

Wood. What noife 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 Winchefter forbids;

From him I have exprefs commandment,

That thou, nor none of thine, fhall be let in.

Glou Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me? Arrogant Winchefter, 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 fhut thee out shortly.

Serv. Open the gates there to the Lord Protector; We'll burlt them open, if you come not quickly. ̧

Enter to the Protector at the Tower-gates, Winchester and his men in tawny coats.

Win. How now, ambitious Umpire, what means [fhut out? Glou. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me be

this?

*

Piel'd Prief,

-] Alluding to his fhaven Crown, a Metaphor from a peel'd Orange.

Mr. Pope.

Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor,
And not protector, of the King or realm.

Glou. Stand back, thou manifeft confpirator;
Thou, that contriv'ft to murder our dead lord;
Thou, that giv'ft whores indulgences to fin;
I'll canvas thee in thy broad Cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy infolence.

Win. Nay, ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot: This be Damafcus, be thou curfed Cain,

To flay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Glou. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive thee back; Thy fcarlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth, I'll ufe to carry thee out of this place.

Win. Do, what thou dar'ft; 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. Prieft, beware thy beard;
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you foundly.
Under my feet I'll ftamp thy Cardinal's hat :
In fpight of Pope or dignities of Church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Glou'fter, thou'lt anfwer this before the Pope.
Glou. Winchefter Goofe! I cry, a rope, a rope.
Now beat them hence, why do you let them ftay?
Thce I'll chafe hence, thou Wolf in Sheep's array.
Out, tawny coats; out, fcarlet hypocrite!

Here Gloucefter'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 magiftrates,

Thus contumeliously fhould break the peace!

Glou. Peace, Mayor, for thou know'ft little of my

wrongs:

Here's Beauford, that regards not God nor King,
Hath here diftrain'd the Tower to his use.

Win. Here's Giofler too, a foe to citizens,
P 5

One

One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'er-charging your free purfes with large fines,
That feeks 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 anfwer thee with words, but blows.
[Here they fkirmish again.
Mayor. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous ftrife,
But to make open proclamation.

Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou canft.

All manner of men effembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and the King's, we charge and command you in his Highness's name, to repair to your feveral dwelling places; and not wear, handle, or use any fword, 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 coft, be fure ; Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. Mayor. I'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.

[Exeunt. Mayor. See the coast clear'd, and then we will de

part.

[bear! Offic. Good God! that nobles fhould such stomachs I myself fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt.

Enter the Mafter-gunner of Orleans, and his Boy. IRRAH, thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd,

M. Gun. SIRRA

And how the English have the fuburbs won.

Boy.

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.

by me:

Be thou rul'd

Chief Mafter-gunner am I of this town,
Something I muft do to procure me grace.
The Prince's 'fpials have informed me,
The English, in the fuburbs close intrench'd,
Went thro' a fecret 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 ord'nance 'gainst it I have plac'd;
And fully ev'n these three days have I watch'd, ;
If I could fee them. Now, Boy, do thou watch.
For I can ftay 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, if I may spy them.

SCENE IX.

Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets, with others.
Sal. TALBOT, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd?
Discourse, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.
Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prifoner,
Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santraile.
For him was I exchang'd, and ransomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Which I difdaining scorn'd, and craved death,
Rather than I would be fo vile efleem'd.

In fine, redeem'd I was, as I defir'd.

But, oh! the treach'rous Faftolfe wounds my heart; Whom with my bare fifis I would execute,

If I now had him brought into my pow'r.

Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not, how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With fcoffs and scorns, and contumelious In open market-place produc'd they me, To be a public fpectacle to all.

[taunts,

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French;
The fcare-crow, that affrights our children fo.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,

And with my nails digg'd flones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grilly countenance made others fly;
None durft come near, for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure :
So great a fear my name amongst them fpread,'
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of fteel;
And fpurn in pieces pofts of adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen shot I had;
They walk'd about me ev'ry minute-while;
And if I did but ftir out of my bed,
Ready they were to fhoot 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 fufficiently.

Now it is fupper-time in Orleans:

Here thro' this grate I can count every one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your exprefs opinions,

Where is belt place to make our batt'ry next?
Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there ftand lords.
Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Tal. For aught I fee, this city must be famish'd,
Or with light fkirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they fhoot, and Salisbury falls down.

Sal.