Enter the Master Gunner of Orleans and his Boy
Sirrah, thou knowest how Orleans is besieged
And how the English have the suburbs won.
Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Howe'er unfortunate I missed my aim.
But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me.
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 intrenched,
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 watched
If I could see them. Now do thou watch,
For I can stay no longer.
If thou spyest any, run and bring me word,
And thou shalt find me at the Governor's.
Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
I'll never trouble you if I may spy them.
Enter the Earl of Salisbury and Lord Talbot on the
turrets with Sir William Glansdale, Sir Thomas
Gargrave, and other soldiers
Talbot, my life, my joy, again returned?
How wert thou handled being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
Called 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 bartered me;
Which I, disdaining, scorned, and craved death
Rather than I would be so pilled esteemed.
In fine, redeemed I was as I desired.
But, O, the treacherous Falstaff wounds my heart;
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
Yet tellest thou not how thou wert entertained.
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 digged 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 deemed me not secure;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them were spread
That they supposed I could rend bars of steel
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant;
legendary substance of great hardness and magnetism
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 and exit
I grieve to hear what torments you endured;
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.
Sir Thomas Gargrave and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions
Where is best place to make our battery next.
I think at the north gate; for there stands lords.
And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
For aught I see, this city must be famished
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
Here they shoot, and Salisbury and Gargrave fall
O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man!
What chance is this that suddenly hath crossed us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst, speak.
How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
supreme example, paragon, model of excellence
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off?
Accursed tower! Accursed fatal hand
That hath contrived this woeful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the Fifth he first trained 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!
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot. Nay, look up to him.
Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
Exeunt attendants with Gargrave's body
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort,
Thou shalt not die whiles –
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?
Enter a Messenger
My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head.
The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle joined,
A holy prophetess new risen up,
Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans
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 pussel, 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 with Salisbury's body