Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. Troy.
Troy. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girle,
Troy. Makes all these bodements.
Cass. Cass.
Cass. O farewell, deere Hector:
Cass. Looke how thou diest; looke how thy eye turnes pale:
Cass. Looke how thy wounds doth bleede at many vents:
Cass. Harke how Troy roares; how Hecuba cries out;
Cass. How poore Andromache shrils her dolour forth;
Cass. Behold distraction, frenzie, and amazement,
Cass. Like witlesse Antickes one another meete,
Cass. And all cry Hector, Hectors dead: O Hector!
Troy. Away, away.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. Farewell: yes, soft: Hector I take my leaue;
Cas. Thou do'st thy selfe, and all our Troy deceiue.
Cas. Exit.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her exclaime: