Speeches (Lines) for Diomedes
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[Aside to NESTOR] And how his silence drinks up
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You must prepare to fight without Achilles. |
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Or covetous of praise,— |
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Or strange, or self-affected! |
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Be ruled by him, Lord Ajax. |
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This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden
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That's my mind too. Good morrow, Lord AEneas. |
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The one and other Diomed embraces.
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We sympathize: Jove, let AEneas live,
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We do; and long to know each other worse. |
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Both alike:
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She's bitter to her country: hear me, Paris:
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Fair Lady Cressid,
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O, be not moved, Prince Troilus:
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Even she. |
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Lady, a word: I'll bring you to your father. |
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You must no more. |
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As Hector pleases. |
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'Tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles
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I cannot, lord; I have important business,
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What, are you up here, ho? speak. |
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Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter? |
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How now, my charge! |
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Will you remember? |
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Nay, but do, then;
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Nay, then,— |
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Foh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn. |
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What did you swear you would bestow on me? |
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Good night. |
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No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. |
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And so, good night. |
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Foh, foh! adieu; you palter. |
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But will you, then? |
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Give me some token for the surety of it. |
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Whose was't? |
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I shall have it. |
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Ay, that. |
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I had your heart before, this follows it. |
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I will have this: whose was it? |
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Come, tell me whose it was. |
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Whose was it? |
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To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,
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Why, then, farewell;
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I do not like this fooling. |
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What, shall I come? the hour? |
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Farewell till then. |
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Thou dost miscall retire:
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Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
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Ay, there, there. |
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Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? |
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I would correct him. |
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Ha, art thou there? |
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He is my prize; I will not look upon. |
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The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles. |
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