Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vlys. Sir Valour dies; cries, O enough Patroclus,
Vlys. Or, giue me ribs of Steele, I shall split all
Vlys. In pleasure of my Spleene. And in this fashion,
Vlys. All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
Vlys. Seuerals and generals of grace exact,
Vlys. Atchieuments, plots, orders, preuentions,
Vlys. Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Vlys. Successe or losse, what is, or is not, serues
Vlys. As stuffe for these two, to make paradoxes.
Nest. Nest.
Nest. And in the imitation of these twaine,
Nest. Who (as Vlysses sayes) Opinion crownes
Nest. With an Imperiall voyce, many are infect:
Nest. Aiax is growne selfe‑will'd, and beares his head
Nest. In such a reyne, in full as proud a place
Nest. As broad Achilles, and keepes his Tent like him;
Nest. Makes factious Feasts, railes on our state of Warre
Nest. Bold
Nest. Troylus and Cressida.
Nest. Bold as an Oracle, and sets Thersites