Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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3. Mes. Hundreds he sent to Hell, and none durst stand him:
3. Mes. Here, there, and euery where enrag'd, he slew.
3. Mes. The French exclaym'd, the Deuill was in Armes,
3. Mes. All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him.
3. Mes. His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit,
3. Mes. A Talbot, a Talbot, cry'd out amaine,
3. Mes. And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile.
3. Mes. Here had the Conquest fully been seal'd vp,
3. Mes. If Sir Iohn Falstaffe had not play'd the Coward.
3. Mes. He being in the Vauward, plac't behinde,
3. Mes. With purpose to relieue and follow them,
3. Mes. Cowardly fled, not hauing struck one stroake.
3. Mes. Hence grew the generall wrack and massacre:
3. Mes. Enclosed were they with their Enemies.
3. Mes. A base Wallon, to win the Dolphins grace,
3. Mes. Thrust Talbot with a Speare into the Back,
3. Mes. Whom all France, with their chiefe assembled strength,
3. Mes. Durst not presume to looke once in the face.
Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. Is Talbot slaine then? I will slay my selfe,