Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hect. Be drained. Let me embrace thee Aiax:
Hect. By him that thunders, thou hast lustie Armes;
Hect. Hector would haue them fall vpon him thus.
Hect. Cozen, all honor to thee.
Aia. Aia.
Aia. I thanke thee Hector:
Aia. Thou art too gentle, and too free a man:
Aia. I came to kill thee Cozen, and beare hence
Aia. A great addition, earned in thy death.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. Not Neoptolymus so mirable,
Hect. On whose bright crest, fame with her lowd'st (O yes)
Hect. Cries, This is he; could'st promise to himselfe,
Hect. A thought of added honor, torne from Hector.
Æne. Æne.
Æne. There is expectance here from both the sides,
Æne. What further you will doe?
Hect. Weele answere it:
Hect. The issue is embracement: Aiax, farewell.