Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vlis. May worthy Troylus be halfe attached
Vlis. With that which here his passion doth expresse?
Troy. Troy.
Troy. I Greeke: and that shall be divulged well
Troy. In Characters, as red as Mars his heart
Troy. Inflam'd with Venus: neuer did yong man fancy
Troy. With so eternall, and so fixt a soule.
Troy. Harke Greek: as much I doe Cressida loue;
Troy. So much by weight, hate I her Diomed,
Troy. That Sleeue is mine, that heele beare in his Helme:
Troy. Were it a Caske compos'd by Vulcans skill,
Troy. My Sword should bite it: Not the dreadful spout,
Troy. Which Shipmen doe the Hurricano call,
Troy. Constring'd in masse by the almighty Fenne,
Troy. Shall dizzie with more clamour Neptunes eare
Troy. In his discent; then shall my prompted sword,
Troy. Falling on Diomed.
Ther. Ther.
Ther. Heele tickle it for his concupie.