Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him,
Æne. I bring a Trumpet to awake his eare,
Æne. To set his sence on the attentiue bent,
Æne. And then to speake.
Aga. Aga.
Aga. Speake frankely as the winde,
Aga. It is not Agamemnons sleeping houre;
Aga. That thou shalt know Troyan he is awake,
Aga. He tels thee so himself.
Æne. Æne.
Æne. Trumpet blow loud,
Æne. Send thy Brasse voyce through all these lazie Tents,
Æne. And euery Greeke of mettle, let him know,
Æne. What Troy meanes fairely, shall be spoke alowd.
Æne. The Trumpets sound.
Æne. We haue great Agamemnon heere in Troy,
Æne. A Prince calld Hector, Priam is his Father:
Æne. Who in this dull and long‑continew'd Truce
Æne. Is rusty growne. He bad me take a Trumpet,
Æne. And to this purpose speake: Kings, Princes, Lords,