Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vlis. Nay, good my Lord goe off:
Vlis. You flow to great distraction: come my Lord?
Troy. Troy.
Troy. I pray thee stay?
Vlis. Vlis.
Vlis. You haue not patience, come.
Troy. I pray you stay? by hell and hell torments,
Troy. I will not speake a word.
Dio. Dio.
Dio. And so good night.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. Nay, but you part in anger.
Troy. Doth thiat grieue thee? O withered truth!
Ulis. Ulis.
Ulis. Why, how now Lord?
Troy. By Ioue I will be patient.