Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Troy. Their eyes ore‑galled with recourse of teares;
Troy. Nor you my brother, with your true sword drawne
Troy. Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way;
Troy. But by my ruine.
Troy. Enter Priam and Cassandra.
Cass. Cass.
Cass. Lay hold vpon him Priam, hold him fast:
Cass. He is thy crutch; now if thou loose thy stay,
Cass. Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Cass. Fall
Cass. Troylus and Cressida.
Cass. Fall all together.
Priam. Priam.
Priam. Come Hector, come, goe backe:
Priam. Thy wife hath dreampt: thy mother hath had visions;
Priam. Cassandra doth foresee; and 1 my selfe,
Priam. Am like a Prophet suddenly enrapt,
Priam. to tell thee that this day is ominous:
Priam. Therefore come backe.
Hect. Hect.