Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tal. Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue.
Tal. Dyes
Tal. Enter Charles, Alanson, Burgundie, Bastard,
Tal. and Pucell.
Char. Char.
Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in,
Char. We should haue found a bloody day of this.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood,
Bast. Did flesh his punie‑sword in Frenchmens blood.
Puc. Puc.
Puc. Once I encountred him, and thus I said:
Puc. Thou Maiden youth, be vanquisht by a Maide.
Puc. But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne
Puc. He answer'd thus: Yong Talbot was not borne
Puc. To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench:
Puc. So rushing in the bowels of the French,
Puc. He left me proudly, as vnworthy fight.
Bur. Bur.
Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight: