And least proportion of humanity:
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
55 It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your roof were not sufficient to contain ’t.
Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
He will be here, and yet he is not here:
How can these contrarieties agree?
[60] 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?