Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dio. Nay then.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. Ile tell you what.
Dio. Dio.
Dio. Fo, fo, come tell a pin. You are a forsworne.
Cres. In faith I cannot: what would you haue me do?
Ther. Ther.
Ther. A iugling tricke, to be secretly open.
Dio. What did you sweare you would bestow on me?
Cres. I prethee do not hold me to mine oath,
Cres. Bid me doe not any thing but that sweete Greeke.
Cres. Dio. Good
Cres. Troylus and Cressida.
Dio. Good night.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. Hold, patience.