Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Patr. Sweete, rouse your selfe; and the weake wanton Cupid
Patr. Shall from your necke vnloose his amorous fould,
Patr. And like a dew drop from the Lyons mane,
Patr. Be shooke to ayrie ayre.
Achil. Achil.
Achil. Shall Aiax fight with Hector?
Patr. Patr.
Patr. I, and perhaps receiue much honor by him.
Achil. I see my reputation is at stake,
Achil. My fame is shrowdly gored.
Patr. O then beware:
Patr. Those wounds heale ill, that men doe giue themselues:
Patr. Omission to doe what is necessary,
Patr. Seales a commission to a blanke of danger,
Patr. And danger like an ague subtly taints
Patr. Euen then when we sit idely in the sunne.
Achil. Goe; call Thersites hither sweet Patroclus,