Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. [Act 3, Scene 3]
Talb. Scæna Tertia
Talb. Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson, Pucell.
Pucell. Pucell.
Pucell. Dismay not (Princes) at this accident,
Pucell. Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered:
Pucell. Care is no cure, but rather corrosiue,
Pucell. For things that are not to be remedy'd.
Pucell. Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while,
Pucell. And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle,
Pucell. Wee'le pull his Plumes, and take away his Trayne,
Pucell. If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd.
Charles. Charles.
Charles. We haue been guided by thee hitherto,
Charles. And of thy Cunning had no diffidence,
Charles. One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust.
Bastard. Bastard.
Bastard. Search out thy wit for secret pollicies,
Bastard. And we will make thee famous through the World.
Alans. Alans.