Speeches (Lines) for Agamemnon
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Princes,
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Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect
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The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses,
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What trumpet? look, Menelaus. |
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What would you 'fore our tent? |
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Even this. |
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With surety stronger than Achilles' arm
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How! |
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This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy
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Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself AEneas? |
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What's your affair I pray you? |
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He hears naught privately that comes from Troy. |
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Speak frankly as the wind;
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This shall be told our lovers, Lord AEneas;
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Fair Lord AEneas, let me touch your hand;
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Where is Achilles? |
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Let it be known to him that we are here.
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Hear you, Patroclus:
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In second voice we'll not be satisfied;
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No more than what he thinks he is. |
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No question. |
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No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as
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Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the
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What's his excuse? |
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Why will he not upon our fair request
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O, no, you shall not go. |
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He will be the physician that should be the patient. |
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Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep:
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What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make demand. |
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Let Diomedes bear him,
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We'll execute your purpose, and put on
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What says Achilles? would he aught with us? |
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The better. |
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Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
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Is not yond Diomed, with Calchas' daughter? |
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Is this the Lady Cressid? |
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Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. |
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Yonder comes the troop.
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Which way would Hector have it? |
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Here is Sir Diomed. Go, gentle knight,
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What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy? |
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They are in action. |
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His blows are well disposed: there, Ajax! |
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Worthy of arms! as welcome as to one
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[To TROILUS] My well-famed lord of Troy, no
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First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;
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We go wrong, we go wrong. |
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So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night.
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Good night. |
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Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
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Hark! hark! what shout is that? |
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March patiently along: let one be sent
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