463 Enter the Master Gunner of Orleance, and 465 M.Gunner. Sirrha, thou know'
st how Orleance is be
sieg'd,
466And how the Engli
sh haue the Suburbs wonne.
467 Boy. Father I know,
and oft haue
shot at them,
468How e're vnfortunate,
I mi
ss'd my ayme.
469 M.Gunner. But now thou
shalt not.
Be thou rul'd by me:
470Chiefe Ma
ster Gunner am I of this Towne,
471Something I mu
st doe to procure me grace:
472The Princes e
spyals haue informed me,
473How the Engli
sh, in the Suburbs clo
se entrencht,
474Went through a
secret Grate of Iron Barres,
475In yonder Tower,
to ouer-peere the Citie,
476And thence di
scouer, how with mo
st aduantage
477They may vex vs with Shot or with A
ssault.
478To intercept this inconuenience,
479A Peece of Ordnance 'gain
st it I haue plac'd,
480And euen the
se three dayes haue I watcht,
481If I could
see them. Now doe thou watch,
482For I can
stay no longer.
483If thou
spy'
st any, runne and bring me word,
484And thou
shalt
finde me at the Gouernors.
Exit. 485 Boy. Father,
I warrant you,
take you no care,
486Ile neuer trouble you,
if I may
spye them.
Exit. 487 Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the Turrets, 489 Salisb. Talbot,
my life,
my ioy,
againe return'd?
490How wert thou handled,
being Pri
soner?
491Or by what meanes got's thou to be releas'd?
492Di
scour
se I prethee on this Turrets top.
493 Talbot. The Earle of Bedford had a Pri
soner,
494Call'd the braue Lord
Ponton de Santrayle,
495For him was I exchang'd,
and ran
som'd.
496But with a ba
ser man of Armes by farre,
497Once in contempt they would haue barter'd me:
498Which I di
sdaining,
scorn'd,
and craued death,
499Rather then I would be
so pil'd e
steem'd:
500In
fine, redeem'd I was as I de
sir'd.
501But O,
the trecherous
Falstaffe wounds my heart,
502Whom with my bare
fists I would execute,
503If I now had him brought into my power.
504 Salisb. Yet tell'
st thou not, how thou wert enter
- 506 Tal. With
sco
ffes and
scornes,
and contumelious taunts,
507In open Market-place produc't they me,
508To be a publique
spe
ctacle to all:
509Here,
sayd they,
is the Terror of the French,
510The Scar-Crow that a
ffrights our Children
so.
511Then broke I from the O
fficers that led me,
512And with my nayles digg'd
stones out of the ground,
513To hurle at the beholders of my
shame.
514My gri
sly countenance made others
flye,
515None dur
st come neere,
for feare of
suddaine death.
516In Iron Walls they deem'd me not
secure:
517So great feare of my Name 'mong
st them were
spread,
518That they
suppos'd I could rend Barres of Steele,
519And
spurne in pieces Po
sts of Adamant.
520Wherefore a guard of cho
sen Shot I had,
521That walkt about me euery Minute while:
522And if I did but
stirre out of my Bed,
523Ready they were to
shoot me to the heart.
524 Enter the Boy with a Linstock. 525 Salisb. I grieue to heare what torments you endur'd,
526But we will be reueng'd
su
fficiently.
527Now it is Supper time in Orleance:
528Here,
through this Grate,
I count each one,
529And view the Frenchmen how they forti
fie:
530Let vs looke in,
the
sight will much delight thee:
531Sir
Thomas Gargraue, and Sir
William Glansdale,
532Let me haue your expre
sse opinions,
533Where is be
st place to make our Batt'ry next?
534 Gargraue. I thinke at the North Gate,
for there
stands
536 Glansdale. And I heere, at the Bulwarke of the
538 Talb. For ought I
see,
this Citie mu
st be fami
sht,
539Or with light Skirmi
shes enfeebled.
Here they shot, and 540 Salisbury falls downe. 541 Salisb. O Lord haue mercy on vs, wretched
sinners.
542 Gargraue. O Lord haue mercy on me,
wofull man.
543 Talb. What chance is this,
that
suddenly hath cro
st vs?
544Speake
Salisbury; at lea
st, if thou can
st,
speake:
545How far'
st thou,
Mirror of all Martiall men?
546One of thy Eyes, and thy Cheekes
side
struck o
ff?
547Accur
sed Tower, accur
sed fatall Hand,
548That hath contriu'd this wofull Tragedie.
549In thirteene Battailes,
Salisbury o'recame:
550Henry the Fift he
fir
st trayn'd to the Warres.
551Whil'
st any Trumpe did
sound,
or Drum
struck vp,
552His Sword did ne're leaue
striking in the
field.
553Yet liu'
st thou
Salisbury? though thy
speech doth fayle,
554One Eye thou ha
st to looke to Heauen for grace.
555The Sunne with one Eye vieweth all the World.
556Heauen be thou gracious to none aliue,
557If
Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands.
558Beare hence his Body,
I will helpe to bury it.
559Sir
Thomas Gargraue,
ha
st thou any life?
560Speake vnto
Talbot, nay,
looke vp to him.
561Salisbury cheare thy Spirit with this comfort,
562Thou
shalt not dye whiles----
563He beckens with his hand,
and
smiles on me:
564As who
should
say, When I am dead and gone,
565Remember to auenge me on the French.
566Plantaginet I will, and like thee,
567Play on the Lute,
beholding the Townes burne:
568Wretched
shall France be onely in my Name.
569 Here an Alarum, and it Thunders and Lightens. 570What
stirre is this
? what tumult's in the Heauens?
571Whence commeth this Alarum,}
nd the noy
se?
573 Mess. My Lord,
my Lord,
the French haue gather'd head.
574The Dolphin,
with one
Ioane de Puzel ioyn'd,
575A holy Prophete
sse, new ri
sen vp,
576Is come with a great Power,
to ray
se the Siege.
577 Here Salisbury lifteth himselfe vp, and groanes. 578 Talb. Heare, heare, how dying
Salisbury doth groane,
579It irkes his heart he cannot be reueng'd.
580Frenchmen,
Ile be a
Salisbury to you.
581Puzel or
Pussel, Dolphin or Dog-
fish,
582Your hearts Ile
stampe out with my Hor
ses heeles,
583And make a Quagmire of your mingled braines.
584Conuey me
Salisbury into his Tent,
585And then wee'le try what the
se da
stard Frenchmen dare.