Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Count. And for that cause I trayn'd thee to my House.
Count. Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
Count. For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs:
Count. But now the substance shall endure the like,
Count. And I will chayne these Legges and Armes of thine,
Count. That hast by Tyrannie these many yeeres
Count. Wasted our Countrey, slaine our Citizens,
Count. And sent our Sonnes and Husbands captiuate.
Talb. Talb.
Talb. Ha, ha, ha.
Count. Count.
Count. Laughest thou Wretch?
Count. Thy mirth shall turne to moane.
Talb. I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond,
Talb. To thinke, that you haue ought but Talbots shadow,
Talb. Whereon to practise your seueritie.
Count. Why? art not thou the man?