Where is the Dauphin? come, come from behind,
I know thee well, tho' never feen before.
Be not amaz'd: there's nothing hid from me:
In private will I talk with thee apart :

Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a fhepherd's daughter.
My wit untrain❜d in any kind of art:

Heav'n, and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible eftate.

Lo, whilft I waited on my tender lambs,
And to fun's parching heat difplay'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me;
And, in a vifion full of majesty,
Will'd me to leave my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity :
Her aid fhe promis'd, and affur'd fuccefs.
In compleat glory fhe reveal'd her felf;
And, whereas I was black and fwart before,
With those clear rays which fhe infus'd on me,
That beauty am I bleft with, which you fee..
Afk me what question thou canft poffible,
And I will anfwer unpremeditated.
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'ft,
And thou fhalt find that I exceed my
sex.
Refolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike matę.

Dau. Thou haft aftonish'd me with thy high terms: Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,

In fingle combat thou shalt buckle with me;

And, if thou vanquifheft, thy words are true;
Otherwife, I renounce all confidence.

Pucel. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd fword,
Deck'd with fine Flow'r-de-luces on each fide;
The which, at Tourain in St. Catharine's church,
Out of a deal of old iron I chose-forth.

Dau. Then come o' God's name, for I fear no woman. Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.

Here they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, ftay thy hands, thou art an Amazon; And fighteft with the fword of Debora.

Pucel

Pucel. Chrift's mother helps me, elfe I were too weak. Dau. Who-e'er helps thee, 'tis thou that muft help me: Impatiently I burn with thy defire,

My heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd;
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
Let me thy fervant and not Sovereign be,
"Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus.
Pucel. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profeffion's facred from above:
When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a recompence.

Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftrate thrall.
Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
Alan. Doubtlefs, he fhrives this woman to her fmock;
Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his fpeech.

Reig. Shall we disturb him, fince he keeps no mean? Alan. He may mean more than we poor men do know:

These women are fhrewd tempters with their tongues. Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on Shall we give over Orleans or no?

Pucel. Why, no, I say; distrustful recreants!
Fight till the last gafp, for I'll be your guard.
Dau. What the fays, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.
Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge..

This night the fiege affuredly I'll raife:
Expect Saint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days,.
Since I have enter'd thus into thefe wars.
Glory is like a circle in the water;
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it difperfe to nought..
With Henry's death the English circle ends ;,
Difperfed are the glories it included:-
Now am I like that proud infulting ship,
Which Cæfar and his fortune bore at once.
Dau. Was Mahomet infpired with a Dove
Thou with an Eagle art infpired then.
Helen the mother of great Conftantine,
Nor yet St. Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright ftar of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee ?

Alan..

Alan. Leave off delays, and let us raife the fiege. Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to fave our ho

nours;

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

Glou.

[Exeunt. SCENE, the Tower-gates, in London.

I

Enter Gloucefter, with his Serving-men.

AM this day come to furvey the Tower; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates. 'Tis Gloucefter, that calls.

Ward. Who's there, that knocketh fo 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, answer you fo the Lord Protector? 1 Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we anfwer him; We do no otherwife than we are will'd.

Glou. Who willed you? or whofe will ftands, 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 speaks 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 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, 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 barft them open, if you come not quickly.

Enter

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

Win. How now, ambitious Humphry, what means this? (4)

Glou. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me be shut 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 canvass 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 fáce, 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. Glofter, thou'lt answer this before the Pope.
Glou. Winchester Goofe! I cry, a rope, a rope.

(4) How norv, ambitious umpire, what means this ? · This Reading has obtain'd in all the Editions fince the 2d Folio. The first Folio has it, Umpbeir. It is obfervable that, in both, the Word is diftinguish'd in Italicks. But why, Umpire? Or of What? Gloucester was Protector of the Realm in the King's Minority, but not an Umpire in any particular Matter that we know of. The Traces of the Letters, and the Word being printed originally in Italicks, convince me, that the Duke's Chriftian Name lurk'd under this Corruption. I have therefore ventur'd to reftore it in the Text: and Gloucefter is not fo feldom as fifty times call'd Humphry in this and the fucceeding Play.

Now

Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?
Thee, I'll chafe hence, thou Wolf in Sheep's array.
Out, tawny coats; out, scarlet hypocrite!

Here Gloucester'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 magiftrates,

Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

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

rongs:

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

Win. Here's Glocefter 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 manner of men affembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and the King's, we charge and command you. in bis 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 fare; 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,

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