Count. What means he now? whither he goes. Go ask him Mess. Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, to certify her Talbot 's here. I go Re-enter Porter with keys. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Count. 30 To me, blood-thirsty lord; And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. Wasted our country, slain our citizens, Tal. Ha, ha, ha! 35 40 Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan. Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow Whereon to practise your severity. Count. Why, art not thou the man? 4.5 I am indeed. Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself. You are deceived, my substance is not here; 50 For what you see is but the smallest part I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Your roof were not sufficient to contain 't. 55 Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; He will be here, and yet he is not here. Tal. That will I show you presently. [Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter Soldiers. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded That Talbot is but shadow of himself? These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse; I did not entertain thee as thou art. 65 70 Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady, nor misconstrue What you have done hath not offended me; But only, with your patience, that we may 75 |