Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. Whil'st some with cunning guild their copper crownes,
Troy. With truth and plainnesse I doe; weare mine bare:
Troy. Enter the Greekes.
Troy. Feare not my truth; the morrall of my wit
Troy. Is plaine and true, ther's all the reach of it.
Troy. Welcome sir Diomed, here is the Lady
Troy. Which for Antenor, we deliuer you.
Troy. At the port (Lord) Ile giue her to thy hand,
Troy. And by the way possesse thee what she is.
Troy. Entreate her faire; and by my soule, faire Greeke,
Troy. If ere thou stand at mercy of my Sword,
Troy. Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe
Troy. As Priam is in Illion?
Diom. Diom.
Diom. Faire Lady Cressid,
Diom. So please you saue the thankes this Prince expects:
Diom. The lustre in your eye, heauen in your cheeke,
Diom. Pleades your faire visage, and to Diomed
Diom. You shall be mistresse, and command him wholly.
Troy. Troy.