Speeches (Lines) for Ulysses
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Agamemnon,
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Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
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The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns
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They tax our policy, and call it cowardice,
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Amen. |
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Nestor! |
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I have a young conception in my brain;
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This 'tis:
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This challenge that the gallant Hector sends,
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And wake him to the answer, think you? |
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Give pardon to my speech:
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What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,
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We saw him at the opening of his tent:
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Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. |
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He. |
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No, you see, he is his argument that has his
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The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily
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The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy:
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Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. |
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He doth rely on none,
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Things small as nothing, for request's sake only,
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O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
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Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. |
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The raven chides blackness. |
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Wit would be out of fashion. |
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A' would have ten shares. |
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[To AGAMEMNON] My lord, you feed too much on this dislike. |
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Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm.
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Know the whole world, he is as valiant. |
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If he were proud,— |
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Ay, or surly borne,— |
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Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure;
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There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
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Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent:
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Now, great Thetis' son! |
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A strange fellow here
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I do not strain at the position,—
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Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
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But 'gainst your privacy
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Is that a wonder?
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No trumpet answers. |
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'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
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Yet is the kindness but particular;
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O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!
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It were no match, your nail against his horn.
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I do desire it. |
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Why then for Venus' sake, give me a kiss,
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Never's my day, and then a kiss of you. |
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Fie, fie upon her!
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They are opposed already. |
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The youngest son of Priam, a true knight,
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I wonder now how yonder city stands
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Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue:
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So to him we leave it.
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At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus:
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You shall command me, sir.
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Here comes himself to guide you. |
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[Aside to TROILUS] Follow his torch; he goes to
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Stand where the torch may not discover us. |
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She will sing any man at first sight. |
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List. |
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How now, Trojan! |
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You are moved, prince; let us depart, I pray you,
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Nay, good my lord, go off:
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You have not patience; come. |
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Why, how now, lord! |
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You shake, my lord, at something: will you go?
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Come, come. |
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You have sworn patience. |
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My lord,— |
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All's done, my lord. |
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Why stay we, then? |
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I cannot conjure, Trojan. |
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Most sure she was. |
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Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now. |
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What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers? |
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May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
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O, contain yourself
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I'll bring you to the gates. |
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O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
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