_Puc._ Assign’d am I to be the English scourge.   [aab129] This night the siege assuredly I’ll raise:   ·aab130· Expect Saint Martin’s summer, halcyon days,   [aab131] Since I have entered into these wars.   [aab132] Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.   ·aab135· With Henry’s death the English circle ends; Dispersed are the glories it included. Now am I like that proud insulting ship   [aab138] Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.   [aab139] _Char._ Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?   ·aab140· Thou with an eagle art inspired then. Helen, the mother of great Constantine, Nor yet Saint Philip’s daughters, were like thee. Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth,   [aab144] How may I reverently worship thee enough?   [aab145] _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 immortalized.   [aab148] _Char._ Presently we’ll try: come, let’s away about it:   [aab149] No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. [_Exeunt._   [aab150] SCENE III. _London. Before the Tower_. _Enter the_ DUKE of GLOUCESTER, _with his_ Serving-men _in blue coats_. _Glou._ I am come to survey the Tower this day:   [aac001] Since Henry’s death, I fear, there is conveyance. Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates; ’tis Gloucester that calls.   [aac004] _First Warder._ [_Within_] Who’s there that knocks so imperiously?   [aac005] _First Serv._ It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.   [aac006] _Second Warder._ [_Within_] Whoe’er he be, you may not be let in.   [aac007] _First Serv._ Villains, answer you so the lord protector?   [aac008] _First Warder._ [_Within_] The Lord protect him! so we answer him: We do no otherwise than we are will’d.   ·aac010· _Glou._ Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?   [aac011] There’s none protector of the realm but I. Break up the gates, I’ll be your warrantize:   [aac013] Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? [_Gloucester’s men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant speaks within._ _Woodv._ What noise is this? what traitors have we here?   ·aac015· _Glou._ Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? Open the gates; here’s Gloucester that would enter. _Woodv._ Have patience, noble duke; I may not open; The Cardinal of Winchester forbids: From him I have express commandment   [aac020] That thou nor none of thine shall be let in. _Glou._ Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him ’fore me? Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,   [aac023] Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne’er could brook? Thou art no friend to God or to the king:   ·aac025· Open the gates, or I’ll shut thee out shortly.