Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vlis. A strange fellow here
Vlis. Writes me, that man, how dearely euer parted,
Vlis. How much in hauing, or without, or in,
Vlis. Cannot make boast to haue that which he hath;
Vlis. Nor feeles not what he owes, but by reflection:
Vlis. As when his vertues shining vpon others,
Vlis. Heare them, and they retort that heate againe
Vlis. To the first giuer.
Achil. Achil.
Achil. This is not strange Vlisses:
Achil. The beautie that is borne here in the face,
Achil. The bearer knowes not but commends it selfe,
Achil. Not going from it selfe: but eye to eye oppos'd,
Achil. Salutes
Achil. Troylus and Cressida.
Achil. Salutes each other with each others forme.
Achil. For speculation turnes not to it selfe,
Achil. Till it hath trauail'd, and is married there
Achil. Where it may see it selfe: this is not strange at all.
Vlis. Vlis.