Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sould. Ile be so bold to take what they haue left:
Sould. The Cry of Talbot serues me for a Sword,
Sould. For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles,
Sould. Vsing no other Weapon but his Name.
Sould. Exit.
Sould. [Act 2, Scene 2]
Sould. Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundie.
Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. The Day begins to breake, and Night is fled,
Bedf. Whose pitchy Mantle ouer‑vayl'd the Earth.
Bedf. Here sound Retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
Bedf. Retreat.
Talb. Talb.
Talb. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury,
Talb. And here aduance it in the Market‑Place,
Talb. The middle Centure of this cursed Towne.
Talb. Now haue I pay'd my Vow vnto his Soule:
Talb. For euery drop of blood was drawne from him,
Talb. There hath at least fiue Frenchmen dyed to night.
Talb. And that hereafter Ages may behold