Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. Troy.
Troy. O sir, to such as boasting shew their scarres,
Troy. A mocke is due: will you walke on my Lord?
Troy. She was belou'd, she lou'd; she is, and dooth;
Troy. But still sweet Loue is food for Fortunes tooth.
Troy. Exeunt.
Troy. [Act 5, Scene 1]
Troy. Enter Achilles, and Patroclus.
Achil. Achil.
Achil. Ile heat his blood with Greekish wine to night,
Achil. Which
Achil. Troylus and Cressida.
Achil. Which with my Cemitar Ile coole to morrow:
Achil. Patroclus, let vs Feast him to the hight.
Pat. Pat.
Pat. Heere comes Thersites.
Pat. Enter Thersites.
Achil. How now, thou core of Enuy?
Achil. Thou crusty batch of Nature, what's the newes?