[♦] Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
45 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?
Tal. I am indeed.
Count. Then have I substance too.
50 Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceived, my substance is not here;
For what you see is but the smallest part