Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Troy. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voyce.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. Cry Troyans.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. It is Cassandra.
Cas. Cry Troyans cry; lend me ten thousand eyes,
Cas. And I will fill them with Propheticke teares.
Hect. Peace sister, peace.
Cas. Virgins, and Boyes; mid‑age & wrinkled old,
Cas. Soft infancie, that nothing can but cry,
Cas. Adde to my clamour: let vs pay betimes
Cas. A moity of that masse of moane to come.
Cas. Cry Troyans cry, practice your eyes with teares,
Cas. Troy must not be, nor goodly Illion stand,
Cas. Our fire‑brand Brother Parisburnes vs all.
Cas. Cry Troyans cry, a Helen and a woe;
Cas. Cry cry, Troy burnes, or else let Helen goe.