Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vl. But he that disciplin'd thy armes to fight,
Vl. Let Mars deuide Eternity in twaine,
Vl. And giue him halfe. and for thy vigour,
Vl. Bull‑bearing Milo: his addition yeelde
Vl. To sinnowie Aiax: I will not praise thy wisdome,
Vl. Which like a bourne, a pale, a shore confines
Vl. Thy spacious and dilated parts; here's Nestor
Vl. Instructed by the Antiquary times:
Vl. He must, he is, he cannot but be wise.
Vl. But pardon Father Nestor, were your days
Vl. As greene as Aiax, and your braine so temper'd,
Vl. You should not haue the eminence of him,
Vl. But be as Aiax.
Aia. Aia.
Aia. Shall I call you Father?
Ulis. Ulis.
Ulis. I my good Sonne.
Dio. Dio.
Dio. Be rul'd by him Lord Aiax.
Vlis. Vlis.