Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. As many farwels as be stars in heauen,
Troy. With distinct breath, and consign'd kisses to them,
Troy. He fumbles vp into a loose adiew;
Troy. And scants vs with a single famisht kisse,
Troy. Distasting with the salt of broken teares.
Troy. Enter Æneas.
Æneas. Æneas.
Æneas. within.
Æneas. My Lord, is the Lady ready?
Troy. Troy.
Troy. Harke, you are call'd: some say the genius so
Troy. Cries, come to him that instantly must dye.
Troy. Bid them haue patience: she shall come anon.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Where are my teares? raine, to lay this winde,
Pan. or my heart will be blowne vp by the root.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. I must then to the Grecians?
Troy. No remedy.