Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hect. I must not beleeue you:
Hect. There they stand yet: and modestly I thinke,
Hect. The fall of euery Phrygian stone will cost
Hect. A drop of Grecian blood: the end crownes all,
Hect. And that old common Arbitrator, Time,
Hect. Will one day end it.
Vlys. Vlys.
Vlys. So to him we leaue it.
Vlys. Most gentle, and most valiant Hector welcome;
Vlys. After the Generall, I beseech you next
Vlys. To Feast with me, and see me at my Tent.
Achil. Achil.
Achil. I shall forestall thee Lord Vlysses, thou:
Achil. Now Hector I haue fed mine eyes on thee,
Achil. I haue with exact view perus'd, thee Hector,
Achil. And quoted ioynt by ioynt.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. Is this Achilles?
Achil. I am Achilles.