Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Agam. Enter Æneas, Paris, Anthenor and Deiphœbus.
Æne. Æne.
Æne. Stand hoe, yet are we masters of the field,
Æne. Neuer goe home; here starue we out the night.
Æne. Enter Troylus.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. Hector is slaine.
All. All.
All. Hector? the gods forbid.
Troy. Hee's dead: and at the murtherers Horses taile
Troy. In beastly sort, drag'd through the shamefull Field.
Troy. Frowne on you heauens, effect your rage with speede:
Troy. Sit gods vpon your throanes, and smile at Troy.
Troy. I say at once, let your briefe plagues be mercy,
Troy. And linger not our sure destructions on.
Æne. My Lord, you doe discomfort all the Hoste.
Troy Troy
Troy You vnderstand me not, that tell me so: