Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hect. Hect.
Hect. I would they could.
Nest. Nest.
Nest. Ha? by this white beard I'ld fight with thee to
Nest. morrow. Well, welcom, welcome: I haue seen the time.
Vlys. Vlys.
Vlys. I wonder now, how yonder City stands,
Vlys. When we haue heere her Base and pillar by vs.
Hect. I know your fauour Lord Vlysses well.
Hect. Ah sir, there's many a Greeke and Troyan dead,
Hect. Since first I saw your selfe, and Diomed
Hect. In Illion, on your Greekish Embassie.
Vlys. Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue.
Vlys. My prophesie is but halfe his iourney yet;
Vlys. For yonder wals that pertly front your Townc Towne ,
Vlys. Yond Towers, whose wanton tops do busse the clouds,
Vlys. Must kisse their owne feet.