Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Burg. What say'st thou Charles? for I am marching
Burg. hence.
Charles. Charles.
Charles. Speake Pucell, and enchaunt him with thy
Charles. words.
Pucell. Pucell.
Pucell. Braue Burgonie, vndoubted hope of France,
Pucell. Stay, let thy humble Hand‑maid speake to thee.
Burg. Burg.
Burg. Speake on, but be not ouer‑tedious.
Pucell. Looke on thy Country, look on fertile France,
Pucell. And see the Cities and the Townes defac't,
Pucell. By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe,
Pucell. As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe,
Pucell. When Death doth close his tender‑dying Eyes.
Pucell. See, see the pining Maladie of France:
Pucell. Behold the Wounds, the most vnnaturall Wounds,
Pucell. Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest.
Pucell. Oh turne thy edged Sword another way,