Speeches (Lines) for Paris
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Else might the world convince of levity
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Sir, I propose not merely to myself
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You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you
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Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits. |
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What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night? |
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I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. |
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Well, I'll make excuse. |
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I spy. |
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Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. |
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He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot
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Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the
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To a hair. |
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They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,
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Sweet, above thought I love thee. |
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See, ho! who is that there? |
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A valiant Greek, AEneas,—take his hand,—
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This is the most despiteful gentle greeting,
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His purpose meets you: 'twas to bring this Greek
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There is no help;
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And tell me, noble Diomed, faith, tell me true,
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You are too bitter to your countrywoman. |
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Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
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It is great morning, and the hour prefix'd
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I know what 'tis to love;
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[Within] Brother Troilus! |
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Hark! Hector's trumpet. |
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'Tis Troilus' fault: come, come, to field with him. |
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