Henry vi part 1, p.9
Henry VI, Part 1,
p.9
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But what’s that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
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TALBOT
A maid, they say.
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BEDFORD A maid? And be so martial?
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BURGUNDY
Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
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If underneath the standard of the French
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She carry armor as she hath begun.
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TALBOT
Well, let them practice and converse with spirits.
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God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
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Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
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BEDFORD
Ascend, brave Talbot. We will follow thee.
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TALBOT
Not all together. Better far, I guess,
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That we do make our entrance several ways,
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That if it chance the one of us do fail,
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The other yet may rise against their force.
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BEDFORD
Agreed. I’ll to yond corner.
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BURGUNDY And I to this.
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TALBOT
And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
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Now, Salisbury, for thee and for the right
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Of English Henry, shall this night appear
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How much in duty I am bound to both.
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“Saint George! À Talbot!”
SENTINEL
Arm, arm! The enemy doth make assault.
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The French leap o’er the walls in their shirts.
Enter several ways, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier,
half ready, and half unready.
ALANSON
How now, my lords? What, all unready so?
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BASTARD
Unready? Ay, and glad we scaped so well.
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REIGNIER
’Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
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Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.
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ALANSON
Of all exploits since first I followed arms
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Ne’er heard I of a warlike enterprise
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More venturous or desperate than this.
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BASTARD
I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
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REIGNIER
If not of hell, the heavens sure favor him.
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ALANSON
Here cometh Charles. I marvel how he sped.
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Enter Charles and Joan
BASTARD
Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
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CHARLES
Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
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Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
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Make us partakers of a little gain
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That now our loss might be ten times so much?
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PUCELLE
Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
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At all times will you have my power alike?
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Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail,
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Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?—
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Improvident soldiers, had your watch been good,
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This sudden mischief never could have fall’n.
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CHARLES
Duke of Alanson, this was your default,
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That, being captain of the watch tonight,
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Did look no better to that weighty charge.
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ALANSON
Had all your quarters been as safely kept
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As that whereof I had the government,
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We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
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BASTARD
Mine was secure.
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REIGNIER And so was mine, my lord.
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CHARLES
And for myself, most part of all this night
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Within her quarter and mine own precinct
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I was employed in passing to and fro
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About relieving of the sentinels.
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Then how or which way should they first break in?
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PUCELLE
Question, my lords, no further of the case,
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How or which way; ’tis sure they found some place
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But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
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And now there rests no other shift but this:
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To gather our soldiers, scattered and dispersed,
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And lay new platforms to endamage them.
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Alarum. Enter
“À Talbot, À Talbot!”
leaving their clothes behind.
SOLDIER
I’ll be so bold to take what they have left.
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The cry of “Talbot” serves me for a sword,
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For I have loaden me with many spoils,
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Using no other weapon but his name.
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He exits.
Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy,
BEDFORD
The day begins to break and night is fled,
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Whose pitchy mantle over-veiled the earth.
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Here sound retreat and cease our hot pursuit.
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Retreat
TALBOT
Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
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And here advance it in the marketplace,
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The middle center of this cursèd town.
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Drums beating a dead march.
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul:
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For every drop of blood was drawn from him
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There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
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And, that hereafter ages may behold
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What ruin happened in revenge of him,
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Within their chiefest temple I’ll erect
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A tomb wherein his corpse shall be interred,
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Upon the which, that everyone may read,
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Shall be engraved the sack of Orleance,
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The treacherous manner of his mournful death,
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And what a terror he had been to France.
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But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
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I muse we met not with the Dauphin’s grace,
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His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of
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Nor any of his false confederates.
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BEDFORD
’Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
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Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
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They did amongst the troops of armèd men
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Leap o’er the walls for refuge in the field.
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BURGUNDY
Myself, as far as I could well discern
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For smoke and dusky vapors of the night,
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Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
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When arm-in-arm they both came swiftly running,
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Like to a pair of loving turtledoves
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That could not live asunder day or night.
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After that things are set in order here,
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We’ll follow them with all the power we have.
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Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER
All hail, my lords. Which of this princely train
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Call you the warlike Talbot, for his acts
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So much applauded through the realm of France?
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TALBOT
Here is the Talbot. Who would speak with him?
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MESSENGER
The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
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With modesty admiring thy renown,
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By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
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To visit her poor castle where she lies,
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That she may boast she hath beheld the man
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Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
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BURGUNDY
Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
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Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
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When ladies crave to be encountered with.
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You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
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TALBOT
Ne’er trust me, then; for when a world of men
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Could not prevail with all their oratory,
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Yet hath a woman’s kindness overruled.—
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And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
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And in submission will attend on her.—
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Will not your Honors bear me company?
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BEDFORD
No, truly, ’tis more than manners will;
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And I have heard it said unbidden guests
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Are often welcomest when they are gone.
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TALBOT
Well then, alone, since there’s no remedy,
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I mean to prove this lady’s courtesy.—
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Come hither, captain.
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Whispers.
You perceive my mind?
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CAPTAIN
I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
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They exit.
Enter Countess
COUNTESS
Porter, remember what I gave in charge,
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And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
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PORTER Madam, I will.
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He exits.
COUNTESS
The plot is laid. If all things fall out right,
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I shall as famous be by this exploit
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As Scythian Tamyris by Cyrus’ death.
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Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
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And his achievements of no less account.
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Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears
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To give their censure of these rare reports.
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Enter Messenger and Talbot.
MESSENGER
Madam, according as your Ladyship desired,
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By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
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COUNTESS
And he is welcome. What, is this the man?
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MESSENGER
Madam, it is.
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COUNTESS Is this the scourge of France?
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Is this the Talbot, so much feared abroad
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That with his name the mothers still their babes?
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I see report is fabulous and false.
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I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
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A second Hector, for his grim aspect
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And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
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Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
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It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
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Should strike such terror to his enemies.
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TALBOT
Madam, I have been bold to trouble you.
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But since your Ladyship is not at leisure,
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I’ll sort some other time to visit you.
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COUNTESS,
What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
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MESSENGER
Stay, my Lord Talbot, for my lady craves
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To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
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TALBOT
Marry, for that she’s in a wrong belief,
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I go to certify her Talbot’s here.
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Enter Porter with keys.
COUNTESS,
If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
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TALBOT
Prisoner? To whom?
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COUNTESS To me, bloodthirsty lord.
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And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
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Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
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For in my gallery thy picture hangs.
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But now the substance shall endure the like,
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And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
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That hast by tyranny these many years
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Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
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And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
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TALBOT Ha, ha, ha!
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COUNTESS
Laughest thou, wretch? Thy mirth shall turn to moan.
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TALBOT
I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond
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To think that you have aught but Talbot’s shadow
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Whereon to practice your severity.
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COUNTESS Why, art not thou the man?
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TALBOT I am, indeed.
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COUNTESS Then have I substance too.
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