Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hect. It would discredit the blest Gods, proud man,
Hect. To answer such a question: Stand againe;
Hect. Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly,
Hect. As to prenominate in nice coniecture
Hect. Where thou wilt hit me dead?
Achil. Achil.
Achil. I tell thee yea.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me so,
Hect. I'ld not beleeue thee: henceforth guard thee well,
Hect. For Ile not kill thee there, nor there, nor there,
Hect. But by the forge that stythied Mars his helme,
Hect. Ile kill thee euery where, yea, ore and ore.
Hect. You wisest Grecians, pardon me this bragge,
Hect. His insolence drawes folly from my lips,
Hect. But Ile endeuour deeds to match these words,
Hect. Or may I neuer⸺
Ajax. Ajax.
Ajax. Do not chase thee Cosin;
Ajax. And you Achilles, let these threats alone