Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. O beautie! where is thy Faith?
Vlis. Vlis.
Vlis. My Lord.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. I will be patient, outwardly I will.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. You looke vpon that Sleeue? behold it well:
Cres. He lou'd me: O false wench: giue't me againe,
Dio. Dio.
Dio. Whose was't?
Cres. It is no matter now I haue't againe.
Cres. I will not meete with you to morrow night:
Cres. I prythee Diomed visite me no more.
Ther. Ther.
Ther. Now, she sharpens: well said Whetstone.
Dio. I shall haue it.
Cres. What, this?