Speeches (Lines) for Cassandra
in "Troilus and Cressida"

Total: 13

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1

II,2,1090

[Within] Cry, Trojans, cry!

2

II,2,1093

[Within] Cry, Trojans!

3

II,2,1096

Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes,
And I will fill them with prophetic tears.

4

II,2,1099

Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled eld,
Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Add to my clamours! let us pay betimes
A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears!
Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;
Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all.
Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe:
Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go.

5

V,3,3284

Where is my brother Hector?

6

V,3,3290

O, 'tis true.

7

V,3,3292

No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.

8

V,3,3294

The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows:
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.

9

V,3,3301

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose must not hold:
Unarm, sweet Hector.

10

V,3,3344

Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Fall all together.

11

V,3,3364

O Priam, yield not to him!

12

V,3,3371

O, farewell, dear Hector!
Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale!
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out!
How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth!
Behold, distraction, frenzy and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet,
And all cry, Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!

13

V,3,3380

Farewell: yet, soft! Hector! take my leave:
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.

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