Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,
Troy. Th'imaginary relish is so sweete.
Troy. That it inchants my sence: what will it be
Troy. When that the watry pallats taste indeede
Troy. Loues thrice reputed Nectar? Death I feare me
Troy. Sounding distruction, or some ioy too fine,
Troy. Too subtile, potent, and too sharpe in sweetnesse,
Troy. For the capacitie of my ruder powers;
Troy. I feare it much, and I doe feare besides,
Troy. That I shall loose distinction in my ioyes,
Troy. As doth a battaile, when they charge on heapes
Troy. The enemy flying.
Troy. Enter Pandarus.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Shee's making her ready sheele come straight; you
Pan. must be witty now, she does so blush, & fetches her winde
Pan. so short, as if she were fraid with a sprite: Ile fetch her; it
Pan. is the prettiest villaine, she fetches her breath so short as a
Pan. new tane Sparrow.
Pan. Exit Pand.