Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ther. Ther.
Ther. There's Vlysses, and old Nestor, whose Wit was
Ther. mouldy ere their Grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke
Ther. you like draft
Ther. Oxen, and make you plough vp the warre.
Achil. Achil.
Achil. What? what?
Ther. Yes good sooth, to Achilles, to Aiax, to⸺
Aiax. Aiax.
Aiax. I shall cut out your tongue.
Ther. 'Tis no matter, I shall speake as much as thou
Ther. afterwards.
Pat. Pat.
Pat. No more words Thersites.
Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles Brooch bids
Ther. me, shall I?