Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vlis. This L. Lord goe to him? Iupiter forbid,
Vlis. And say in thunder, Achilles goe to him.
Nest. Nest.
Nest. O this is well, he rubs the veine of him.
Dio. Dio.
Dio. And how his silence drinkes vp this applause.
Aia. Aia.
Aia. If I goe to him, with my armed fist, Ile pash him
Aia. ore the face.
Ag. Ag.
Ag. O no, you shall not goe.
Aia. And a be proud with me, Ile phese his pride: let
Aia. me goe to him.
Vlis. Vlis.
Vlis. Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.
Aia. A paultry insolent fellow.
Nest. How he describes himselfe.