Speeches (Lines) for Hector
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Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I
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Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost
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But value dwells not in particular will;
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It is Cassandra. |
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Peace, sister, peace! |
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Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains
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Paris and Troilus, you have both said well,
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I am yours,
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Why, then will I no more:
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Not Neoptolemus so mirable,
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We'll answer it;
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AEneas, call my brother Troilus to me,
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The worthiest of them tell me name by name;
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I thank thee, most imperious Agamemnon. |
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Who must we answer? |
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O, you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!
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O, pardon; I offend. |
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Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,
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I would they could. |
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I know your favour, Lord Ulysses, well.
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I must not believe you:
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Is this Achilles? |
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Stand fair, I pray thee: let me look on thee. |
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Nay, I have done already. |
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O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er;
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It would discredit the blest gods, proud man,
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Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,
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I pray you, let us see you in the field:
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Thy hand upon that match. |
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30 |
I trouble you. |
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Thanks and good night to the Greeks' general. |
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Good night, sweet lord Menelaus. |
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Give me your hand. |
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34 |
And so, good night. |
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You train me to offend you; get you in:
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No more, I say. |
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37 |
Ho! bid my trumpet sound! |
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38 |
Be gone, I say: the gods have heard me swear. |
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Hold you still, I say;
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40 |
No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;
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What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me for it. |
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O,'tis fair play. |
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43 |
How now! how now! |
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44 |
Fie, savage, fie! |
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Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. |
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AEneas is a-field;
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I must not break my faith.
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Andromache, I am offended with you:
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You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim:
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What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?
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I do believe thee: live. |
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Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother! |
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Pause, if thou wilt. |
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54 |
Fare thee well:
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Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark:
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Most putrefied core, so fair without,
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I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. |
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