Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hect. Hect.
Hect. Stand faire I prythee, let me looke on thee.
Achil. Achil.
Achil. Behold thy fill.
Hect. Nay, I haue done already.
Achil. Thou art to breefe, I will the second time,
Achil. As I wouid buy thee, view thee, limbe by limbe.
Hect. O like a Booke of sport thou'lt reade me ore:
Hect. But there's more in me then thou vnderstand'st.
Hect. Why doest thou so oppresse me with thine eye?
Achil. Tell me you Heauens, in which part of his body
Achil. Shall I destroy him? Whether there, or there, or there,
Achil. That I may giue the locall wound a name,
Achil. And make distinct the very breach, where‑out
Achil. Hectors great spirit flw. Answer me heauens.