Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Achil. My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
Achil. But thou anon shalt heare of me againe:
Achil. Till when, goe seeke thy fortune.
Achil. Exit.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. Fare thee well:
Hect. I would haue beene much more a fresher man,
Hect. Had I expected thee: how now my Brother?
Hect. Enter Troylus.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. Aiax bath tane Æneas; shall it be?
Troy. No, by the flame of yonder glorious heauen,
Troy. He shall not carry him: Ile be tane too,
Troy. Or bring him off: Fate heare me what I say;
Troy. I wreake not, though thou end my life to day.
Troy. Exit
Troy. Enter one in Armour.
Hect. Stand,stand, thou Greeke,
Hect. Thou art a goodly marke: