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.
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 Talbot’s here.
Enter Porter with keys.
COUNTESS.
If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
TALBOT.
Prisoner! To whom?
COUNTESS.
To me, blood-thirsty lord;
And for that cause I train’d thee to my house.
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs.
But now the substance shall endure the like,
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
That hast by tyranny these many years
Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
TALBOT.
Ha, ha, ha!
COUNTESS.
Laughest thou, wretch? Thy mirth shall turn to moan.