Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tal. To be a publique spectacle to all:
Tal. Here, sayd they, is the Terror of the French,
Tal. The Scar‑Crow that affrights our Children so.
Tal. Then broke I from the Officers that led me,
Tal. And with my nayles digg'd stones out of the ground,
Tal. To hurle at the beholders of my shame.
Tal. My grisly countenance made others flye,
Tal. None durst come neere, for feare of suddaine death.
Tal. In Iron Walls they deem'd me not secure:
Tal. So great feare of my Name 'mongst them were spread,
Tal. That they suppos'd I could rend Barres of Steele,
Tal. And spurne in pieces Posts of Adamant.
Tal. Wherefore a guard of chosen Shot I had,
Tal. That walkt about me euery Minute while:
Tal. And if I did but stirre out of my Bed,
Tal. Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
Tal. Enter the Boy with a Linstock.
Salisb. Salisb.
Salisb. I grieue to heare what torments you endur'd,
Salisb. But we will be reueng'd sufficiently.