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Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2] |
Cressida |
234 |
Pardon me, pardon me.
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2 |
Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3] |
Aeneas |
706 |
Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears.
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3 |
Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3] |
Ulysses |
820 |
Give pardon to my speech:
Therefore 'tis meet Achilles meet not Hector.
Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares,
And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,
The lustre of the better yet to show,
Shall show the better. Do not consent
That ever Hector and Achilles meet;
For both our honour and our shame in this
Are dogg'd with two strange followers.
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4 |
Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3] |
Ulysses |
1462 |
Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure;
Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:
Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Thrice famed, beyond all erudition:
But he that disciplined thy arms to fight,
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
And give him half: and, for thy vigour,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor;
Instructed by the antiquary times,
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise:
Put pardon, father Nestor, were your days
As green as Ajax' and your brain so temper'd,
You should not have the eminence of him,
But be as Ajax.
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5 |
Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2] |
Cressida |
1786 |
My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:
I am ashamed. O heavens! what have I done?
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
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6 |
Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5] |
Hector |
2806 |
O, pardon; I offend.
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7 |
Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5] |
Hector |
2881 |
Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,
I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well;
For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there;
But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,
I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er.
You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag;
His insolence draws folly from my lips;
But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words,
Or may I never—
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