Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Salisb. Or by what meanes got's thou to be releas'd?
Salisb. Discourse I prethee on this Turrets top.
Talbot. Talbot.
Talbot. The Earle of Bedford had a Prisoner,
Talbot. Call'd the braue Lord Ponton de Santrayle,
Talbot. For him was I exchang'd, and ransom'd.
Talbot. But with a baser man of Armes by farre,
Talbot. Once in contempt they would haue barter'd me:
Talbot. Which I disdaining, scorn'd, and craued death,
Talbot. Rather then I would be so pil'd esteem'd:
Talbot. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
Talbot. But O, the trecherous Falstaffe wounds my heart,
Talbot. Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
Talbot. If I now had him brought into my power.
Salisb. Salisb.
Salisb. Yec tell'st thou not, how thou wert enter
Salisb. tain'd.
Tal. Tal.
Tal. With scoffes and scornes, and contumelious taunts,
Tal. In open Market‑place produc't they me,