Mayor. Nought refts for me in this tumultuous ftrife, But to make open proclamation.

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

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 several 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'st.

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 depart. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear! I myself fight not once in forty year. 3

[Exeunt.

Enter the Mafter-gunner of Orleans, and bis Boy.

M. Gun.

SIRE

IRRAH, thou know'ft how Orleans is befieg'd,

And how the English have the fuburbs won.

Boy. Father, I know, and oft have shot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I mifs'd my aim.

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by me.

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 difcover how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot or with affault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ordnance '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 stay no longer,

If thou fpy'st 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 spy 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

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 prisoner,
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 disdaining fcorn'd, and craved death
Rather than I would be fo vile esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was, as I defir'd.

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

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

In

Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not, how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With fcoffs and fcorns, and contumelious taunts, open market-place produc'd they me,

To be a publick spectacle to all.

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 ftones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grily 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 spread,
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of steel;
And fpurn in pieces pofts of adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen fhot 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, on the other fide, with a Linstock.

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

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 Glanfdale,
Let me have your exprefs opinions,

Where is best 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. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched finners. Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man. Tal. What chance is this, that fuddenly hath croft us?

Speak, Salisbury, at least if thou canst speak,]
How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's fide ftruck off!
Accurfed tow'r, accurfed fatal hand,

That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame :
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars.
Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up,
His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field.
-Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? tho' thy fpeech doth fail,
One eye thou haft to look to heav'n for grace.
The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.
-Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
-Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargave, haft thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
-O Salisb'ry, chear thy fpirit with this comfort,
Thou shalt not die, while

He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me,
As who fhould fay, When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.

Planta

Plantagenet, I will; and, Nero-like,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn ;
Wretched fhall France be only in my name.

[Here an alarm, and it thunders and lightens. What ftir is this? what tumults in the heav'ns? Whence cometh this alarum and this noife?

Enter a Meffenger.

Melf. My Lord, my Lord, the French have ga-
ther'd head.

The Dauphin with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
A holy prophetess new rifen up,

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.

[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up, and groans. Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd. Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you. *Pucelle or Puffel, Dauphin or Dog-fish,

Your hearts I'll ftamp out with my Horfe's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey brave Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare.
[Alarm. Exeunt, bearing Salisbury and
Sir Thomas Gargrave out.

Here an alarm again; and Talbot pursueth the Dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before ber. Then enter Talbot.

Tal. Where is my ftrength, my valour, and my
force?

Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them.
A woman, clad in armour, chafeth them.

* Pucelle or Puffel.] I know not what puffel is perhaps it hould be Pucelle or puzzle.

Something with a meaning it fhould be, but a very poor meaning will ferve.

Enter