Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vlys. His Crest, that prouder then blew Iris bends.
Vlys. If the dull brainlesse Aiax come safe off,
Vlys. Wee'l dresse him vp in voyces: if he faile,
Vlys. Yet go we vnder our opinion still,
Vlys. That we haue better men. But hit or misse,
Vlys. Our proiects life this shape of sence assumes,
Vlys. Aiax imploy'd, pluckes downe Achilles Plumes.
Nest. Nest.
Nest. Now Vlysses, I begin to rellish thy aduice,
Nest. And I wil giue a taste of it forthwith
Nest. To Agamemnon, go we to him straight:
Nest. Two Curres shal tame each other, Pride alone
Nest. Must tarre the Mastiffes on, as 'twere their bone.
Nest. Exeunt
Nest. [Act 2, Scene 1]
Nest. Enter Aiax, and Thersites.
Aia. Aia.
Aia. Thersites?
Ther. Ther.
Ther. Agamemnon, how if he had Biles (ful) all ouer