Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
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The history
¶Hell. Commend me to your neece.
1620Par: Their come from the field: let vs to Priames Hall
¶To greete the warriers. Sweet Hellen I must woe you,
¶To helpe vn-arme our Hector: his stubborne bucles
¶With this your white enchaunting fingers toucht;
¶Shall more obey then to the edge of steele,
¶Then all the Iland Kinges, disarme great Hector.
¶Yea what he shall receiue of vs in duty,
¶Giues vs more palme in beauty then we haue.
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Enter. Pandarus Troylus, man.
¶Pand: O heere he comes? how now, how now?
¶Troy: Sirra walke off.
¶Staying for waftage. O be thou my Charon.
¶VVhere I may wallow in the lilly beds
¶From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings,
1650Troy: I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,
¶That it inchaunts my sence: what will it be
¶When that the watry pallats taste indeed
¶Loues thrice repured Nectar? Death I feare me
¶For the capacity of my ruder powers;
¶I feare it much, and I doe feare besides
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