Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. Talb.
Talb. Madame, I haue beene bold to trouble you:
Talb. But since your Ladyship is not at leysure,
Talb. Ile sort some other time to visit you.
Count. Count.
Count. What meanes he now?
Count. Goe aske him, whither he goes?
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Stay my Lord Talbot, for my Lady craues,
Mess. To know the cause of your abrupt departure?
Talb. Marry, for that shee's in a wrong beleefe,
Talb. I goe to certifie her Talbot's here.
Talb. Enter Porter with Keyes.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou Prisoner.
Talb. Prisoner? to whom?
Count. To me, blood‑thirstie Lord: