Win. Abominable Glofter, guard thy head For I intend to have it ere be long

[Excunt.

Mayor. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will depart.

Good God! that nobles fhould fuch ftomachs bear! I myself fight not once in forty year.

[Exeunt,

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

And how the English have the fuburbs won.

Boy. F. her, I know, and oft have fhot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I mifs'd my aim.

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

Chief Mafter-gunner am I of this town,
Something I must do to procure me grace,
The Prince's 'ipials have informed me,
The English, in the fuburbs clofe intrench'd,
Went, thro' a fecret grate of iron bars
In yonder tow'r, to over-peer the city;
And thence difcover how, with moft 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 the le three days have I watch'd,
If I could fee them. Now, boy, do thou watch,
For I can ftay no longer.-

If thou (py' 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.

Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets, with others.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! How wert thou handled, being prifoner?

Or by what means got't 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 exchang'd and ranfomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,
Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me,
Which I difdaining 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

Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With fcoffs and fcorns, and contumelious taunts,

In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a public fpectacle 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 fhame.
My grily countenance made others fly;
None durft come near for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not fecure ::
So great a fear my name amongst them fpread,
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 lynstock.

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 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. Ta. For aught I fee, this city must be famifli'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they boot, 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 crofs'd us?

Speak, Salisbury, at least if thou canft speak,
How far it 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 speech 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 Gargrave, haft thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
-O Salifb'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.
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.

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

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

groan !༔

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.
[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up, and groans.
Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth
It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.
French men, I'll be a Salisbury to you.
Pucelle or Paffel, Dauphin or Dog-fifh,
Your hearts 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 purfueth the
Dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la Pu-
celle, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter
Talbot.

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

Our English troops retire, I cannot ftay them.
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

Enter Pucelle.

Here, here he comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee.
Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch;
And straitway give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft.
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that muft difgrace
thee.
[They fight.
Tal. Heav'ns, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail?
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,
And from my fhoulders crack my arms afunder,
But I will chaftife this high-minded ftrumpet.

Puc. Talbot, farewell, thy hour is not yet come ;. I mufl go victual Orleans forthwith.

[Abort alarm. Then enters the town with soldiers. O'ertake me if thou canft, I fcorn thy ftrength. Go, go, chear up thy hunger-starved men. Help Salisbury to make his teftament. This day is ours, as many more fhall be.

[Exit Pacelle. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel, I know not where I am, nor what I do : A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Drives back our troops, and conquers as the lifts. So bees with fmoke, and doves with noisome stench, Are from their hives and houses driv'n away. They call'd us for our fiercenefs English dogs; Now, like their whelps, we crying run away. [A Short alarm. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Or tear the Lions out of England's coat; Renounce your foil, give fheep in lions' ftead. Sheep run not half fo tim'rous from the wolf, Or horfe or oxen from the leopard,

As you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves.

[Alarm. Here another skirmish.
It will not be. Retire into your trenches;
You all confented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In fpight of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
The fhame hereof will make me.hide my

head.

[Exit Talbot.

[Alarm, retreat, flourish.

SCE. N. E XI.

Enter on the wall, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier, Alanfon, and Soldiers..

Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls. Refcu'd is Orleans from the English wolves; Thus. Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. Dau. Divineft creature, bright Aftrea's daughter},