These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
65 Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
And in a moment makes them desolate.
Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
[♦] And more than may be gather’d by thy shape.
70 Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
For I am sorry that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art.