Speeches (Lines) for Ajax
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Thersites! |
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Thersites! |
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Dog! |
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Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear?
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Speak then, thou vinewedst leaven, speak: I will
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Toadstool, learn me the proclamation. |
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The proclamation! |
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Do not, porpentine, do not: my fingers itch. |
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I say, the proclamation! |
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10 |
Mistress Thersites! |
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11 |
Cobloaf! |
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12 |
[Beating him] You whoreson cur! |
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Thou stool for a witch! |
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You dog! |
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[Beating him] You cur! |
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Therefore I beat thee. |
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O thou damned cur! I shall— |
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I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenor of the
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Well, go to, go to. |
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I shall cut out your tongue. |
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21 |
Farewell. Who shall answer him? |
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O, meaning you. I will go learn more of it. |
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Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you may call it
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What is he more than another? |
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Is he so much? Do you not think he thinks himself a
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Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is? |
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Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I
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I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. |
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If I go to him, with my armed fist I'll pash him o'er the face. |
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30 |
An a' be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride:
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A paltry, insolent fellow! |
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32 |
Can he not be sociable? |
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I'll let his humours blood. |
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34 |
An all men were o' my mind,— |
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A' should not bear it so, a' should eat swords first:
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I will knead him; I'll make him supple. |
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A whoreson dog, that shall pelter thus with us!
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38 |
Shall I call you father? |
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How now, Patroclus! |
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40 |
Ha? |
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41 |
Ay, and good next day too. |
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42 |
Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.
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43 |
I am not warm yet; let us fight again. |
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44 |
I thank thee, Hector
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If I might in entreaties find success—
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Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. |
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Do not chafe thee, cousin:
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No, yonder 'tis;
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No, not a whit. |
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50 |
Troilus! thou coward Troilus! |
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51 |
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head! |
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52 |
What wouldst thou? |
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Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office
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I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. |
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If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
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