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Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms;
Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,-
Puc. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd sword,
Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.
Char. Then come o'God's name, I fear no woman. Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. [They fight. Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon, And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too
Resolve on this:] i. e. be firmly persuaded of it.
Char. Whoe'er helps me, 'tis thou that must help me:
Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
Char. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do know:
These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on? Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants! Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight it
Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
+ Expect Saint Martin's summer,] That is, expect prosperity after misfortune, like fair weather at Martlemas, after winter has begun.
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.
No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
London. Hill before the Tower.
Enter, at the Gates, the Duke of GLOSTER, with his Serving-men, in blue Coats.
Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls.
1 Ward. [Within.] Who is there that knocks so imperiously?
1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster.
Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters,] Meaning the four daughters of Philip mentioned in the Acts.
6 there is conveyance.] Conveyance means theft.
2 Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not
be let in.
1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains? 1 Ward. [Within.] The Lord protect him! so we
We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands, but mine?
There's none protector of the realm, but I.—
Servants rush at the Tower Gates. Enter, to the Gates, WOODVILLE, the Lieutenant.
Wood. [Within.] What noise is this? what
traitors have we here?
Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter. Wood. [Within.] Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
The cardinal of Winchester forbids:
Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate, Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not
7 Break up the gates,] To break up in Shakspeare's age was the same as to break open.
Enter WINCHESTER, attended by a Train of Servants in tawny Coats.
Win. How now, ambitious Humphry? what means this?
Glo. Piel'd priest,
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot;
dost thou command me to be
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,3
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to thy face.
Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?
Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
tawny coats.] Tawny was a colour worn for mourning, as well as black; and was therefore the suitable and sober habit of any person employed in an ecclesiastical court.
9 Piel'd priest,] Alluding to his shaven crown.
Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin:] The public stews were formerly under the district of the bishop of Winches
2 I'll canvas thee-] i. e. I'll sift thee.
3 This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,] About four miles from Damascus is a high hill, reported to be the same on which Cain slew his brother Abel.