Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hect. No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well,
Hect. Ile frush it, and vnlocke the riuets all,
Hect. But Ile be maister of it: wilt thou not beast abide?
Hect. Why then flye on, Ile hunt thee for thy hide.
Hect. Exit.
Hect. [Act 5, Scene 7]
Hect. Enter Achilles with Myrmidons.
Achil. Achil.
Achil. Come here about me you my Myrmidons:
Achil. Marke what I say; attend me where I wheele:
Achil. Strike not a stroake, but keepe your selues in breath;
Achil. And when I haue the bloudy Hector found,
Achil. Empale him with your weapons round about:
Achil. In fellest manner execute your arme.
Achil. Follow me sirs, and my proceedings eye;
Achil. It is decreed, Hector the great must dye.
Achil. Exit.
Achil. Enter Thersites, Menelaus, and Paris.
Ther. Ther.
Ther. The Cuckold and the Cuckold maker are at it: