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I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gathered by thy shape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath,
For I am sorry that with reverence [70]
I did not entertain thee as thou art.

T ALBOT

Be not dismayed, fair lady, nor misconster
The mind of Talbot as you did mistake
The outward composition of his body.
What you have done hath not offended me, [75]
Nor other satisfaction do I crave
But only, with your patience, that we may
Taste of your wine and see what cates you have,
For soldiers’ stomachs always serve them well.

COUNT ESS

With all my heart, and think me honourèd [80]
To feast so great a warrior in my house.

Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset, Pole [Earl of Suffolk,
Vernon and a Lawyer].

PLANT AGENET

Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

SUFFOLK

Within the Temple hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.

PLANT AGENET

Then say at once if I maintained the truth - [5]
Or else was wrangling Somerset in th’error?

SUFFOLK