Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Par. Sir, I propose not meerely to my selfe,
Par. The pleasures such a beauty brings with it:
Par. But I would haue the soyle of her faire Rape
Par. Wip'd off in honourable keeping her.
Par. What Treafon were it to the ransack'd Queene,
Par. Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,
Par. Now to deliuer her possession vp
Par. On termes of base compulsion? Can it be,
Par. That so degenerate a straine as this,
Par. Should once set footing in your generous bosomes?
Par. There's not the meanest spirit on our partie,
Par. Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw,
Par. When Helen is defended: nor none so Noble,
Par. Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death vnfam'd,
Par. Where Helen is the subiect. Then (I say)
Par. Well may we fight for her, whom we know well,
Par. The worlds large spaces cannot paralell.
Hect. Hect.
Hect. Paris and Troylus, you haue both said well:
Hect. And on the cause and question now in hand,