Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. Fooles play, by heauen Hector.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. How now? how now?
Troy. Troy.
Troy. For th'loue of all the gods
Troy. Let's leaue the Hermit Pitty with our Mothers;
Troy. And when we haue our Armors buckled on,
Troy. The venom'd vengeance ride vpon our swords,
Troy. Spur them to ruthfull worke, reine them from ruth.
Hect. Fie sauage, fie.
Troy. Hector, then 'tis warres.
Hect. Troylus, I would not haue you fight to day.
Troy. Who should with‑hold me?
Troy. Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars,
Troy. Beckning with fierie truncheon my retire;
Troy. Not Priamus, and Hecuba on knees;