Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Talb. What ruine happened in reuenge of him,
Talb. Within their chiefest Temple Ile erect
Talb. A Tombe, wherein his Corps shall be interr'd:
Talb. Vpon the which, that euery one may reade,
Talb. Shall be engrau'd the sacke of Orleance,
Talb. The trecherous manner of his mournefull death,
Talb. And what a terror he had beene to France.
Talb. But Lords, in all our bloudy Massacre,
Talb. I muse we met not with the Dolphins Grace,
Talb. His new‑come Champion, vertuous Ioane of Acre,
Talb. Nor any of his false Confederates.
Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. 'Tis thought Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
Bedf. Rows'd on the sudden from their drowsie Beds,
Bedf. They did amongst the troupes of armed men,
Bedf. Leape o're the Walls for refuge in the field.
Burg. Burg.
Burg. My selfe, as farre as I could well discerne,
Burg. For smoake, and duskie vapours of the night,
Burg. Am sure I scar'd the Dolphin and his Trull,