Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. Enter with Iohn Talbot, borne.
Seru. Seru.
Seru. O my deare Lord, loe where your Sonne is borne.
Tal. Tal.
Tal. Thou antique Death, which laugh'st vs here to scorn,
Tal. Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie,
Tal. Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie,
Tal. Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie,
Tal. In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie.
Tal. O
Tal. The first Part of Henry the Sixt.
Tal. O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death,
Tal. Speake to thy father, ere thou yeeld thy breath,
Tal. Braue death by speaking, whither he will or no:
Tal. Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy Foe.
Tal. Poore Boy, he smiles, me thinkes, as who should say,
Tal. Had Death bene French, then Death had dyed to day.
Tal. Come, come, and lay him in his Fathers armes,
Tal. My spirit can no longer beare these harmes.
Tal. Souldiers adieu: I haue what I would haue,