Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Salisb. Now it is Supper time in Orleance:
Salisb. Here, through this Grate, I count each one,
Salisb. And view the Frenchmen how they fortifie:
Salisb. Let vs looke in, the fight will much delight thee;
Salisb. Sir Thomas Gargraue, and Sir William Glansdale,
Salisb. Let me haue your expresse opinions,
Salisb. Where is best place to make our Batt'ry next?
Gargraue. Gargraue.
Gargraue. I thinke at the North Gate, for there stands
Gargraue. Lords.
Glansdale. Glansdale.
Glansdale. And I heere, at the Bulwarke of the
Glansdale. Bridge.
Talb. Talb.
Talb. For ought I see, this Citie must be famisht,
Talb. Or with light Skirmishes enfeebled.
Talb. Here they shot, and
Talb. Salisbury falls downe.
Salisb. Salisb.
Salisb. O Lord haue mercy on vs, wretched sinners.