Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puzel. Puzel.
Puzel. I am prepar'd: here is my keene‑edg'd Sword,
Puzel. Deckt with fine Flower‑de‑Luces on each side,
Puzel. The which at Touraine, in S. Saint Katherines Church‑yard,
Puzel. Out of a great deale of old Iron, I chose forth.
Dolph. Dolph.
Dolph. Then come a Gods name, I feare no woman.
Puzel. And while I liue, Ile ne're flye from a man.
Puzel. Here they fight, and Ioane de Puzel overcomes.
Dolph. Stay, stay thy hands, thou art an Amazon,
Dolph. And fightest with the Sword of Debora.
Puzel. Christs Mother helpes me, else I were too
Puzel. weake.
Dolph. Who e're helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
Dolph. Impatiently I burne with thy desire,
Dolph. My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.