Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. My Will enkindled by mine eyes and eares,
Troy. Two traded Pylots 'twixt the dangerous shores
Troy. Of Will, and Iudgement. How may I auoyde
Troy. (Although, my will distaste, what it elected)
Troy. The Wife I chose, there can be no euasion
Troy. To blench from this, and to stand firme by honour.
Troy. We turne not backe the Silkes vpon the Merchant
Troy. When we haue spoyl'd them; nor the remainder Viands
Troy. We do not throw in vnrespectue same,
Troy. Because we now are full. It was thought meete
Troy. Paris should do some vengeance on the Greekes;
Troy. Your breath of full consent bellied his Sailes,
Troy. The Seas and Windes (old Wranglers) toke a Truce,
Troy. And did him seruice; he touch'd the Ports desir'd,
Troy. And for an old Aunt whom the Greekes held Captiue,
Troy. He brought, a Grecian Queen, whose youth & freshnesse
Troy. Wrinkles Apolloes, and makes stale the morning.
Troy. Why keep we her? the Grecians keeps our Aunt?
Troy. Is the worth keeping? Why she is a Pearle,
Troy. Whose price hath launch'd aboue a thousand Ships,