Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Vlis. There is no tarrying here, the Hart Achilles
Vlis. Keepes thicket: please it our Generall,
Vlis. To call together all his state of warre,
Vlis. Fresh Kings are come to Troy; to morrow
Vlis. We must with all our maine of power stand fast:
Vlis. And here's a Lord, come Knights from East to West,
Vlis. And cull their flowre, Aiax shall cope the best.
Ag. Ag.
Ag. Goe we to Counsaile, let Achilles sleepe;
Ag. Light Botes may saile swift, though greater bulkes draw
Ag. deepe.
Ag. Exeunt.
Ag. Musicke sounds within.
Ag. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Ag. Enter Pandarus and a Seruant.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Friend, you, pray you a word: Doe not you fol
Pan. low the yong Lord Paris?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. I sir, when he goes before me.