Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pucell. But when they heard he was thine Enemie,
Pucell. They set him free, without his Ransome pay'd,
Pucell. In spight of Burgonie and all his friends.
Pucell. See then, thou fight'st against thy Countreymen,
Pucell. And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter‑men.
Pucell. Come, come, returne; returne thou wandering Lord,
Pucell. Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes.
Burg. Burg.
Burg. I am vanquished:
Burg. These haughtie wordes of hers
Burg. Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon‑shot,
Burg. And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees.
Burg. Forgiue me Countrey, and sweet Countreymen:
Burg. And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace.
Burg. My Forces and my Power of Men are yours.
Burg. So farwell Talbot, Ile no longer trust thee.
Pucell. Pucell.
Pucell. Done like a Frenchman: turne and turne a
Pucell. gaine.
Charles. Charles.