Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. And turn'd Crown'd Kings to Merchants,
Troy. If you'l auouch,'twas wisedome Paris went,
Troy. (As you must needs, for you all cride, Go, go:)
Troy. If you'l confesse, he brought home Noble prize,
Troy. (As you must needs) for you all clapt your hands,
Troy. And cride inestimable; why do you now
Troy. The issue of your proper Wisedomes rate,
Troy. And do a deed that Fortune neuer did?,
Troy. Begger the estimation which you priz'd,
Troy. Richer then Sea and Land? O Theft most base!
Troy. That we haue stolne what we do feare to keepe.
Troy. But Theeues vnworthy of a thing so stolne,
Troy. That in their Country did them that disgrace,
Troy. We feare to warrant in our Natiue place.
Troy. Enter Cassandra with her haire about her eares.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. Cry Troyans, cry.
Priam. Priam.
Priam. What noyse? what shreeke is this?
Troy. Troy.