Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ag. Let Aiax goe to him,
Ag. Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent;
Ag. 'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led
Ag. At your request a little from himselfe.
Vlis. Vlis.
Vlis. O Agamemnon, let it not be so.
Vlis. Weele consecrate the steps that Aiax makes.
Vlis. When they goe from Achilles; shall the proud Lord,
Vlis. That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame,
Vlis. And neuer suffers matter of the world,
Vlis. Enter his thoughts: saue such as doe reuolue
Vlis. And ruminate himselfe. Shall he be worshipt,
Vlis. Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee?
Vlis. No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord,
Vlis. Must not so staule his Palme, nobly acquir'd,
Vlis. Nor by my will assubiugate his merit,
Vlis. As amply titled as Achilles is: by going to Achilles,
Vlis. That were to enlard his fat already, pride,
Vlis. And adde more Coles to Cancer, when he burnes
Vlis. With entertaining great Hiperion.