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Section 1247
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1Achil.
2I doe disdaine thy curtesie, proud Troian;
3Be happy that my armes are out of vse:
4My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
5But thou anon shalt heare of me againe:
6Till when, goe seeke thy fortune.