Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aia. I am not warme yet, let vs fight againe.
Diom. Diom.
Diom. As Hector pleases.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. Why then will I no more:
Hect. Thou art great Lord, my Fathers sisters Sonne;
Hect. A cousen german to great Priams seede:
Hect. The obligation of our bloud forbids
Hect. A gorie emulation 'twixt vs twaine:
Hect. Were thy commixion, Greeke and Troian so,
Hect. That thou could'st say, this hand is Grecian all,
Hect. And this is Troian: the sinewes of this Legge,
Hect. All Greeke, and this all Troy: my Mothers bloud
Hect. Runs on the dexter cheeke, and this sinister
Hect. Bounds in my fathers: by Ioue multipotent,
Hect. Thou should'st not beare from me a Greekish member
Hect. Wherein my sword had not impressure made
Hect. Of our ranke feud: but the iust gods gainsay,
Hect. That any drop thou borrwd'st borrowd'st from thy mother,
Hect. My sacred Aunt, should by my mortall Sword