Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. That Talbot is but shadow of himselfe?
Talb. These are his substance, sinewes, armes, and strength,
Talb. With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes,
Talb. Razeth your Cities, and subuerts your Townes,
Talb. And in a moment makes them desolate.
Count. Count.
Count. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse,
Count. I finde thou art no lesse then Fame hath bruited,
Count. And more then may be gathered by thy shape.
Count. Let my presumption not prouoke thy wrath,
Count. For I am sorry, that with reuerence
Count. I did not entertaine thee as thou art.
Talb. Talb.
Talb. Be not dismay'd, faire Lady, nor misconster
Talb. The minde of Talbot, as you did mistake
Talb. The outward composition of his body.
Talb. What you haue done, hath not offended me:
Talb. Nor other satisfaction doe I craue,
Talb. But onely with your patience, that we may
Talb. Taste of your Wine, and see what Cates you haue,