Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme,
Talb. I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres,
Talb. To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne.
Talb. In signe whereof, this Arme, that hath reclaym'd
Talb. To your obedience, fiftie Fortresses,
Talb. Twelue Cities, and seuen walled Townes of strength,
Talb. Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme;
Talb. Lets fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet:
Talb. And with submissiue loyaltie of heart
Talb. Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got,
Talb. First to my God, and next vnto your Grace.
King. King.
King. Is this the Lord Talbot, Vnckle Gloucester,
King. That hath so long beene resident in France?
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Yes, if it please your Maiestie, my Liege.
King. Welcome braue Captaine, and victorious Lord:
King. When I was young (as yet I am not old)
King. I doe remember how my Father said,