Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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And. Exit Cassandra.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. No faith yong Troylus; doffe thy harnesse youth:
Hect. I am to day ith'vaine of Chiualrie:
Hect. Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be strong;
Hect. And tempt not yet the brushes of the warre.
Hect. Vnarme thee, goe; and doubt thou not braue boy,
Hect. Ile stand to day, for thee, and me, and Troy.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. Brother, you haue a vice of mercy in you;
Troy. Which better fits a Lyon, then a man.
Hect. What vice is that? good Troylus chide me for it.
Troy. When many times the captiue Grecian fals,
Troy. Euen in the fanne and winde of your faire Sword;
Troy. You bid them rise, and liue.
Hect. O 'tis faire play.