Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to fave our

honours;

Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.
Dau. Presently try: come, let's away about it.
No prophet will I trust, if she proves false.

Glou.

The Tower-gates, in L O N D O N.

[Exeunt.

Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-men.
AM this day come to furvey the Tower;
Since Henry's death, I fear, there is con-
veyance.

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

I Ward. Who's there, that knocketh fo imperiously?
I 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? I Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we answer him; We do no otherwife than we are will'd.

Glou. Who willed you? or whofe will stands, but mine?

There's none Protector of the realm but I.
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize;
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghil grooms ?

Gloucester'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, whofe voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Glo'fter, that would enter. Wood. Have patience, noble Duke; I may not open; The Cardinal of Winchester forbids;

From him I have exprefs commandment,

That

That thou, nor none of thine, fhall be let in.
Glou. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft 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 fhut thee out fhortly.
Serv. Open the gates there to the Lord Protector;
We'll burft 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
this?

Glou. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me be
fhut out?

Win. I do, thou moft ufurping 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: 2 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 scarlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth, I'll use to carry thee out of this place.

Win. Do, what thou dar'ft; I beard thee to thy face.

-] Alluding to his fhaven crown, a meta

9 Piel'd Prieft, phor from a peerd orange.

1

Mr. Pope. The public flews of Winchefer. Mr. Pope. 2 This be Damafcus, be thou curfed Cain,] N. B. About four miles from Damascus is a high hill, reported to be the fame on which Cain flew his brother Abel. Maundrell's Travels, page 131.

gift whores indulgences to fin ;] were formerly under the district of the Bishop

Mr. Pope.

Glou

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 stamp thy Cardinal's hat: In fpight of Pope or dignities of Church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Win. Glofter, thou'lt anfwer this before the Pope, Glou. Winchester Goose! I cry, a rope, a rope. Now beat them hence, why do you let them ftay? Thee 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 burly-burly the Mayor of London, and his Officers.

Mayor. Fy, Lords; that you, being fupreme magistrates,

Thus contumeliously should 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 ufe.

Win. Here's Glo'fter too, a foe to citizens,
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 suppress the Prince.
Glou. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
[Here they skirmish again,
Mayor. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous ftrife,
But to make open proclamation.

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

All

All manner of men affembled 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 ufe 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. Glo'fter, 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'st.

Win. Abominable Glo'fter, 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.

Offic. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs

I my

bear!

felf fight not once in forty year.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

VIII.

Changes to Orleans in France.

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

SIRR

And how the English have the suburbs won.

2 that nobles fhould fuch flomachs bear!

I my felf fight not once in forty year.] The Mayor of London was not brought in to be laugh'd at, as is plain by his manner of interfering in the quarrel, where he all along preferves a fufficient dignity. In the line preceding thefe, he directs his officer, to whom without doubt these two lines fhould be given. They fuit his character, and are very expreffive of the pacific temper of the City Guards.

Boy.

Boy. Father, I know, and oft have shot at them, How e'er, unfortunate, I mifs'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 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 difcover how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot or with affault.
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'ft any, run and bring me word,
And thou fhalt find me at the Governor's.

[Exit,

Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; I'll never trouble you, if I may fpy them.

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?
Difcourfe, 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 ranfomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me ; › Which I disdaining fcorn'd, and craved death,

Rather than I would be fo vile esteem'd,

VOL. IV.

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