Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Goth. When subtil Greekes surpriz'd King Priams Troy:
Goth. Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares,
Goth. Or who hath brought the fatall engine in,
Goth. That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound.
Goth. My heart is not compact of flint nor steele,
Goth. Nor can I vtter all our bitter griefe,
Goth. But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie,
Goth. And breake my very vttrance, euen in the time
Goth. When it should moue you to attend me most,
Goth. Lending your kind hand Commiseration.
Goth. Heere is a Captaine, let him tell the tale,
Goth. Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you,
Luc. That cursed Chiron and Demetrius
Luc. Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother,
Luc. And they it were that rauished our Sister,
Luc. For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded,
Luc. Our Fathers teares despis'd, and basely cousen'd,
Luc. Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out,