Loe, whilest I wayted on my tender Lambes, And to Sunnes parching heat display"d my cheekes, G.o.ds Mother deigned to appeare to me, And in a Vision full of Maiestie, Will"d me to leaue my base Vocation, And free my Countrey from Calamitie: Her ayde she promis"d, and a.s.sur"d successe.
In compleat Glory shee reueal"d her selfe: And whereas I was black and swart before, With those cleare Rayes, which shee infus"d on me, That beautie am I blest with, which you may see.
Aske me what question thou canst possible, And I will answer vnpremeditated: My Courage trie by Combat, if thou dar"st, And thou shalt finde that I exceed my s.e.x.
Resolue on this, thou shalt be fortunate, If thou receiue me for thy Warlike Mate
Dolph. Thou hast astonisht me with thy high termes: Onely this proofe Ile of thy Valour make, In single Combat thou shalt buckle with me; And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true, Otherwise I renounce all confidence
Puzel. I am prepar"d: here is my keene-edg"d Sword, Deckt with fine Flower-de-Luces on each side, The which at Touraine, in S[aint]. Katherines Church-yard, Out of a great deale of old Iron, I chose forth
Dolph. Then come a G.o.ds name, I feare no woman
Puzel. And while I liue, Ile ne"re flye from a man.
Here they fight, and Ioane de Puzel ouercomes.
Dolph. Stay, stay thy hands, thou art an Amazon, And fightest with the Sword of Debora
Puzel. Christs Mother helpes me, else I were too weake
Dolph. Who e"re helps thee, "tis thou that must help me: Impatiently I burne with thy desire, My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu"d.
Excellent Puzel, if thy name be so, Let me thy seruant, and not Soueraigne be, "Tis the French Dolphin sueth to thee thus
Puzel. I must not yeeld to any rights of Loue, For my Profession"s sacred from aboue: When I haue chased all thy Foes from hence, Then will I thinke vpon a recompence
Dolph. Meane time looke gracious on thy prostrate Thrall
Reigneir. My Lord me thinkes is very long in talke
Alans. Doubtlesse he shriues this woman to her smock, Else ne"re could he so long protract his speech
Reigneir. Shall wee disturbe him, since hee keepes no meane?
Alan. He may meane more then we poor men do know, These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues
Reigneir. My Lord, where are you? what deuise you on?
Shall we giue o"re Orleance, or no?
Puzel. Why no, I say: distrustfull Recreants, Fight till the last gaspe: Ile be your guard
Dolph. What shee sayes, Ile confirme: wee"le fight it out
Puzel. a.s.sign"d am I to be the English Scourge.
This night the Siege a.s.suredly Ile rayse: Expect Saint Martins Summer, Halcyons dayes, Since I haue entred into these Warres.
Glory is like a Circle in the Water, Which neuer ceaseth to enlarge it selfe, Till by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
With Henries death, the English Circle ends, Dispersed are the glories it included: Now am I like that prowd insulting Ship, Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once
Dolph. Was Mahomet inspired with a Doue?
Thou with an Eagle art inspired then.
Helen, the Mother of Great Constantine, Nor yet S[aint]. Philips daughters were like thee.
Bright Starre of Venus, falne downe on the Earth, How may I reuerently worship thee enough?
Alanson. Leaue off delayes, and let vs rayse the Siege
Reigneir. Woman, do what thou canst to saue our honors, Driue them from Orleance, and be immortaliz"d
Dolph. Presently wee"le try: come, let"s away about it, No Prophet will I trust, if shee proue false.
Exeunt.
Enter Gloster, with his Seruing-men.
Glost. I am come to suruey the Tower this day; Since Henries death, I feare there is Conueyance: Where be these Warders, that they wait not here?
Open the Gates, "tis Gloster that calls
1.Warder. Who"s there, that knocks so imperiously?
Glost.1.Man. It is the n.o.ble Duke of Gloster
2.Warder. Who ere he be, you may not be let in
1.Man. Villaines, answer you so the Lord Protector?
1.Warder. The Lord protect him, so we answer him, We doe no otherwise then wee are will"d
Glost. Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
There"s none Protector of the Realme, but I: Breake vp the Gates, Ile be your warrantize; Shall I be flowted thus by dunghill Groomes?
Glosters men rush at the Tower Gates, and Wooduile the Lieutenant speakes within.
Wooduile. What noyse is this? what Traytors haue wee here?
Glost. Lieutenant, is it you whose voyce I heare?
Open the Gates, here"s Gloster that would enter
Wooduile. Haue patience n.o.ble Duke, I may not open, The Cardinall of Winchester forbids: From him I haue expresse commandement, That thou nor none of thine shall be let in
Glost. Faint-hearted Wooduile, prizest him "fore me?
Arrogant Winchester, that haughtie Prelate, Whom Henry our late Soueraigne ne"re could brooke?
Thou art no friend to G.o.d, or to the King: Open the Gates, or Ile shut thee out shortly
Seruingmen. Open the Gates vnto the Lord Protector, Or wee"le burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates, Winchester and his men in Tawney Coates.
Winchest. How now ambitious Vmpheir, what meanes this?
Glost. Piel"d Priest, doo"st thou command me to be shut out?
Winch. I doe, thou most vsurping Proditor, And not Protector of the King or Realme
Glost. Stand back thou manifest Conspirator, Thou that contriued"st to murther our dead Lord, Thou that giu"st Wh.o.r.es Indulgences to sinne, Ile canuas thee in thy broad Cardinalls Hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence
Winch. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot: This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, To slay thy Brother Abel, if thou wilt
Glost. I will not slay thee, but Ile driue thee back: Thy Scarlet Robes, as a Childs bearing Cloth, Ile vse, to carry thee out of this place
Winch. Doe what thou dar"st, I beard thee to thy face
Glost. What? am I dar"d, and bearded to my face?