Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Par. To greete the Warriers. Sweet Hellen, I must woe you,
Par. To helpe vnarme our Hector: his stubborne Buckles,
Par. With these your white enchanting fingers toucht,
Par. Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele,
Par. Or force of Greekish sinewes: you shall doe more
Par. Then all the Iland Kings, disarme great Hector.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. 'Twill make vs proud to be his seruant Paris:
Hel. Yea what he shall rcceiue of vs in duetie,
Hel. Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue:
Hel. Yea ouershines our selfe.
Hel. Sweete aboue thought I loue thee.
Hel. Exeunt.
Hel. [Act 3, Scene 2]
Hel. Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. How now, where's thy Maister, at my Couzen
Pan. Cressidas?
Man. Man.
Man. No sir, he stayes for you to conduct him thither.