Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Burg. When Arme in Arme they both came swiftly running,
Burg. Like to a payre of louing Turtle‑Doues,
Burg. That could not liue asunder day or night.
Burg. After that things are set in order here,
Burg. Wee'le follow them with all the power we haue.
Burg. Enter a Messenger.
Mess Mess
Mess All hayle, my Lords: which of this Princely trayne
Mess Call ye the Warlike Talbot, for his Acts
Mess So much applauded through the Realme of France?
Talb. Talb.
Talb. Here is the Talbot, who would speak with him?
Mess. Mess.
Mess. The vertuous Lady, Countesse of Ouergne,
Mess. With modestie admiring thy Renowne,
Mess. By me entreats (great Lord) thou would'st vouchsafe
Mess. To visit her poore Castle where she lyes,
Mess. That she may boast she hath beheld the man,
Mess. Whose glory fills the World with lowd report.
Burg. Burg.