Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Achil. Here lyes thy heart, thy sinewes, and thy bone.
Achil. On Myrmidons, cry you all a maine,
Achil. Achilles hath the mighty Hector slaine.
Achil. Retreat.
Achil. Harke, a retreat vpon our Grecian part.
Gree. Gree.
Gree. The Troian Trumpets sounds the like my Lord.
Achi. Achi.
Achi. The dragon wing of night ore‑spreds the earth
Achi. And stickler‑like the Armies seperates
Achi. My halfe supt Sword, that frankly would haue fed,
Achi. Pleas'd with this dainty bed; thus goes to bed.
Achi. Come, tye his body to my horses tayle;
Achi. Along the field, I will the Troian traile.
Achi. Exeunt.
Achi. [Act 5, Scene 9]
Achi. Sound Retreat.
Achi. Shout.
Achi. Enter Agamemnon, Aiax, Menelaus, Nestor,
Achi. Diomed, and the rest marching.