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Win. Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost,

be sure :
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.

May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
Glou. Mayor, farewell : thou dost but what

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.

go

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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.

the tower.

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Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Something I must do to procure me grace.
The prince's espials have informed me
How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
Wont through a secret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower to overpeer 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 ordnance 'gainst it I have placed ;
And even these three days have I watch'd,
If I could see them.
Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word ;
And thou shalt find me at the governor's. (Exit. 20

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

Enter, on the turrets, the LORDS SALISBURY and

TALBOT, SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE, SIR

THOMAS GARGRAVE, and others.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be released ?
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.

Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
Call’d the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles ;
For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
But with a baser man of arms by far
Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
Which I disdaining scorn'd and craved death
Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd.

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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.
But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert enter-

tain'd.
Tal. With scoffs and scorns and contumelious

taunts.
In open market-place produced they me,
To be a public spectacle to all :
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of

my

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.
Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you en-

dured,
But we will be revenged sufficiently.
Now it is supper-time in Orleans :
Here, through this grate, I count each one
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
Let us look in ; the sight will much delight thee.

53. shot, marksmen, 'shots.' 56. linstock, a stick to hold the gunner's match.

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Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions
Where is best place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there

stand lords.
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the

bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be

famish'd,
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

Here they shoot, Salisbury and Gargrave fall.
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched

sinners!
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man !
Tal. What chance is this that suddenly hath

cross'd us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak :
How farest thou, mirror of all niartial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
That hath contrived this woful tragedy !
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet livest thou, Salisbury ? though thy speech doth

fail,
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace :
The sun 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, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot ; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort ;
Thou shalt not die whiles-

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He beckons with his hand and smiles on me,
As who should say “When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.'
Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name.

[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 ?

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Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have

gather'd head :
The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
A holy prophetess new risen up,
Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans. Tal. Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth

groan !
It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen
dare.

[.
(Alarum. Exeunt.

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