Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base,
Talb. And mis‑begotten blood, I spill of thine,
Talb. Meane and right poore, for that pure blood of mine,
Talb. Which thou didst force from Talbot, my braue Boy.
Talb. Here purposing the Bastard to destroy,
Talb. Came in strong rescue. Speake thy Fathers care:
Talb. Art thou not wearie Iohn? How do'st thou fare?
Talb. Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile, Boy, and flie,
Talb. Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie?
Talb. Flye, to reuenge my death when I am dead,
Talb. The helpe of one stands me in little stead.
Talb. Oh, too much folly is it, well I wot,
Talb. To hazard all our liues in one small Boat.
Talb. If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage,
Talb. To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age.
Talb. By me they nothing gaine, and if I stay,
Talb. 'Tis but the shortning of my Life one day.
Talb. In thee thy Mother dyes, our Households Name,
Talb. My Deaths Reuenge, thy Youth, and Englands Fame:
Talb. All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay;