Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Burg. And make thee curse the Haruest of that Corne.
Charles. Charles.
Charles. Your Grace may starue (perhaps) before that
Charles. time.
Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. Oh let no words, but deedes, reuenge this Trea
Bedf. son.
Pucell. Pucell.
Pucell. What will you doe, good gray‑beard?
Pucell. Breake a Launce, and runne a‑Tilt at Death,
Pucell. Within a Chayre.
Talb. Talb.
Talb. Foule fiend of France, and Hag of all despight,
Talb. Incompass'd with thy lustfull paramours,
Talb. Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age,
Talb. And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead?
Talb. Damsell, Ile haue a bowt with you againe,
Talb. Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
Pucell. Are ye so hot, Sir: yet Pucell hold thy peace,