Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Burg. Vowes.
Talb. Talb.
Talb. But ere we goe, regard this dying Prince,
Talb. The valiant Duke of Bedford: Come my Lord,
Talb. We will bestow you in some better place,
Talb. Fitter for sicknesse, and for crasie age.
Bedf. Bedf.
Bedf. Lord Talbot, doe not so dishonour me:
Bedf. Here will I sit, before the Walls of Roan,
Bedf. And will be partner of your weale or woe.
Burg. Burg.
Burg. Couragious Bedford, let vs now perswade you.
Bedf. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read,
Bedf. That stout Pendragon, in his Litter sick,
Bedf. Came to the field, and vanquished his foes.
Bedf. Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts,
Bedf. Because I euer found them as my selfe.
Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast,