Start: COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE

Is this the scourge of France?

Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad

That with his name the mothers still their babes?

I see report is fabulous and false:

I thought I should have seen some Hercules,

A second Hector, for his grim aspect,

And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.

Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!

It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp

Should strike such terror to his enemies.

TALBOT

Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;

But since your ladyship is not at leisure,

I'll sort some other time to visit you.

COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE

What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.

MESSENGER

Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves

To know the cause of your abrupt departure.

TALBOT

Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,

I go to certify her