Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. Speake vnto Talbot, nay, looke vp to him.
Talb. Salisbury cheare thy Spirit with this comfort,
Talb. Thou shalt not dye whiles‑‑‑‑
Talb. He beckens with his hand, and smiles on me:
Talb. As who should say, When I am dead and gone,
Talb. Remember to auenge me on the French.
Talb. Plantaginet I will, and like thee,
Talb. Play on the Lute, beholding the Townes burne:
Talb. Wretched shall France be onely in my Name.
Talb. Here an Alarum, and it Thunders and Lightens.
Talb. What stirre is this? what tumult's in the Heauens?
Talb. Whence commeth this Alarum, and the noyse?
Talb. Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Mess.
Mess. My Lord, my Lord, the French haue gather'd head.
Mess. The Dolphin, with one loane de Puzel ioyn'd,
Mess. A holy Prophetesse, new risen vp,
Mess. Is come with a great Power, to rayse the Siege.
Mess. Here Salisbury lifteth himselfe vp, and groanes.
Talb. Talb.