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

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1 II, 1, 912
  • Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you thus? How now,
    Thersites! what's the ma...
  • Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you thus? How now,
    Thersites! what's the matter, man?
  • (stage directions). [Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS]

    Achilles. Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you thus? How now,
    Thersites! what's the matter, man?

2 II, 1, 915
  • Ay; what's the matter?
  • Ay; what's the matter?
  • Thersites. You see him there, do you?

    Achilles. Ay; what's the matter?

3 II, 1, 917
  • So I do: what's the matter?
  • So I do: what's the matter?
  • Thersites. Nay, look upon him.

    Achilles. So I do: what's the matter?

4 II, 1, 919
  • 'Well!' why, I do so.
  • 'Well!' why, I do so.
  • Thersites. Nay, but regard him well.

    Achilles. 'Well!' why, I do so.

5 II, 1, 922
  • I know that, fool.
  • I know that, fool.
  • Thersites. But yet you look not well upon him; for whosoever you
    take him to be, he is Ajax.

    Achilles. I know that, fool.

6 II, 1, 933
  • What?
  • What?
  • Thersites. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his
    evasions have ears thus long. I have bobbed his
    brain more than he has beat my bones: I will buy
    nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not
    worth the nineth part of a sparrow. This lord,
    Achilles, Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly and
    his guts in his head, I'll tell you what I say of
    him.

    Achilles. What?

7 II, 1, 936
  • Nay, good Ajax.
  • Nay, good Ajax.
  • (stage directions). [Ajax offers to beat him]

    Achilles. Nay, good Ajax.

8 II, 1, 938
  • Nay, I must hold you.
  • Nay, I must hold you.
  • Thersites. Has not so much wit--

    Achilles. Nay, I must hold you.

9 II, 1, 941
  • Peace, fool!
  • Peace, fool!
  • Thersites. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he
    comes to fight.

    Achilles. Peace, fool!

10 II, 1, 945
  • Will you set your wit to a fool's?
  • Will you set your wit to a fool's?
  • Ajax. O thou damned cur! I shall--

    Achilles. Will you set your wit to a fool's?

11 II, 1, 948
  • What's the quarrel?
  • What's the quarrel?
  • Patroclus. Good words, Thersites.

    Achilles. What's the quarrel?

12 II, 1, 954
  • Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not
    voluntary: no man is beaten volu...
  • Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not
    voluntary: no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was
    here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.
  • Thersites. I serve here voluntarily.

    Achilles. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not
    voluntary: no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was
    here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.

13 II, 1, 961
  • What, with me too, Thersites?
  • What, with me too, Thersites?
  • Thersites. E'en so; a great deal of your wit, too, lies in your
    sinews, or else there be liars. Hector have a great
    catch, if he knock out either of your brains: a'
    were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.

    Achilles. What, with me too, Thersites?

14 II, 1, 965
  • What, what?
  • What, what?
  • Thersites. There's Ulysses and old Nestor, whose wit was mouldy
    ere your grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke you
    like draught-oxen and make you plough up the wars.

    Achilles. What, what?

15 II, 1, 972
  • There's for you, Patroclus.
  • There's for you, Patroclus.
  • Thersites. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I?

    Achilles. There's for you, Patroclus.

16 II, 1, 978
  • Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host:
    That Hector, by the fi...
  • Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host:
    That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,
    Will with a trumpet 'twixt our tents and Troy
    To-morrow morning call some knight to arms
    That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare
    Maintain--I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell.
  • Patroclus. A good riddance.

    Achilles. Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host:
    That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,
    Will with a trumpet 'twixt our tents and Troy
    To-morrow morning call some knight to arms
    That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare
    Maintain--I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell.

17 II, 1, 985
  • I know not: 'tis put to lottery; otherwise
    He knew his man.
  • I know not: 'tis put to lottery; otherwise
    He knew his man.
  • Ajax. Farewell. Who shall answer him?

    Achilles. I know not: 'tis put to lottery; otherwise
    He knew his man.

18 II, 3, 1252
  • Who's there?
  • Who's there?
  • (stage directions). [Enter ACHILLES]

    Achilles. Who's there?

19 II, 3, 1254
  • Where, where? Art thou come? why, my cheese, my
    digestion, why hast thou not...
  • Where, where? Art thou come? why, my cheese, my
    digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to
    my table so many meals? Come, what's Agamemnon?
  • Patroclus. Thersites, my lord.

    Achilles. Where, where? Art thou come? why, my cheese, my
    digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to
    my table so many meals? Come, what's Agamemnon?

20 II, 3, 1264
  • O, tell, tell.
  • O, tell, tell.
  • Patroclus. Thou mayst tell that knowest.

    Achilles. O, tell, tell.

21 II, 3, 1270
  • He is a privileged man. Proceed, Thersites.
  • He is a privileged man. Proceed, Thersites.
  • Thersites. Peace, fool! I have not done.

    Achilles. He is a privileged man. Proceed, Thersites.

22 II, 3, 1273
  • Derive this; come.
  • Derive this; come.
  • Thersites. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites
    is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.

    Achilles. Derive this; come.

23 II, 3, 1281
  • Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody.
    Come in with me, Thersites.
  • Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody.
    Come in with me, Thersites.
  • Thersites. Make that demand of the prover. It suffices me thou
    art. Look you, who comes here?

    Achilles. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody.
    Come in with me, Thersites.

24 III, 3, 1923
  • What, comes the general to speak with me?
    You know my mind, I'll fight no mo...
  • What, comes the general to speak with me?
    You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.
  • Agamemnon. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
    A form of strangeness as we pass along:
    So do each lord, and either greet him not,
    Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
    Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.

    Achilles. What, comes the general to speak with me?
    You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.

25 III, 3, 1927
  • No.
  • No.
  • Nestor. Would you, my lord, aught with the general?

    Achilles. No.

26 III, 3, 1931
  • Good day, good day.
  • Good day, good day.
  • (stage directions). [Exeunt AGAMEMNON and NESTOR]

    Achilles. Good day, good day.

27 III, 3, 1934
  • What, does the cuckold scorn me?
  • What, does the cuckold scorn me?
  • (stage directions). [Exit]

    Achilles. What, does the cuckold scorn me?

28 III, 3, 1936
  • Good morrow, Ajax.
  • Good morrow, Ajax.
  • Ajax. How now, Patroclus!

    Achilles. Good morrow, Ajax.

29 III, 3, 1938
  • Good morrow.
  • Good morrow.
  • Ajax. Ha?

    Achilles. Good morrow.

30 III, 3, 1941
  • What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
  • What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
  • (stage directions). [Exit]

    Achilles. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?

31 III, 3, 1946
  • What, am I poor of late?
    'Tis certain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortu...
  • What, am I poor of late?
    'Tis certain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortune,
    Must fall out with men too: what the declined is
    He shall as soon read in the eyes of others
    As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,
    Show not their mealy wings but to the summer,
    And not a man, for being simply man,
    Hath any honour, but honour for those honours
    That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
    Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
    Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,
    The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
    Do one pluck down another and together
    Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:
    Fortune and I are friends: I do enjoy
    At ample point all that I did possess,
    Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out
    Something not worth in me such rich beholding
    As they have often given. Here is Ulysses;
    I'll interrupt his reading.
    How now Ulysses!
  • Patroclus. They pass by strangely: they were used to bend
    To send their smiles before them to Achilles;
    To come as humbly as they used to creep
    To holy altars.

    Achilles. What, am I poor of late?
    'Tis certain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortune,
    Must fall out with men too: what the declined is
    He shall as soon read in the eyes of others
    As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,
    Show not their mealy wings but to the summer,
    And not a man, for being simply man,
    Hath any honour, but honour for those honours
    That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
    Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
    Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,
    The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
    Do one pluck down another and together
    Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:
    Fortune and I are friends: I do enjoy
    At ample point all that I did possess,
    Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out
    Something not worth in me such rich beholding
    As they have often given. Here is Ulysses;
    I'll interrupt his reading.
    How now Ulysses!

32 III, 3, 1968
  • What are you reading?
  • What are you reading?
  • Ulysses. Now, great Thetis' son!

    Achilles. What are you reading?

33 III, 3, 1977
  • This is not strange, Ulysses.
    The beauty that is borne here in the face
    ...
  • This is not strange, Ulysses.
    The beauty that is borne here in the face
    The bearer knows not, but commends itself
    To others' eyes; nor doth the eye itself,
    That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,
    Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed
    Salutes each other with each other's form;
    For speculation turns not to itself,
    Till it hath travell'd and is mirror'd there
    Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.
  • Ulysses. A strange fellow here
    Writes me: 'That man, how dearly ever parted,
    How much in having, or without or in,
    Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
    Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
    As when his virtues shining upon others
    Heat them and they retort that heat again
    To the first giver.'

    Achilles. This is not strange, Ulysses.
    The beauty that is borne here in the face
    The bearer knows not, but commends itself
    To others' eyes; nor doth the eye itself,
    That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,
    Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed
    Salutes each other with each other's form;
    For speculation turns not to itself,
    Till it hath travell'd and is mirror'd there
    Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.

34 III, 3, 2018
  • I do believe it; for they pass'd by me
    As misers do by beggars, neither gave...
  • I do believe it; for they pass'd by me
    As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me
    Good word nor look: what, are my deeds forgot?
  • Ulysses. I do not strain at the position,--
    It is familiar,--but at the author's drift;
    Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves
    That no man is the lord of any thing,
    Though in and of him there be much consisting,
    Till he communicate his parts to others:
    Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
    Till he behold them form'd in the applause
    Where they're extended; who, like an arch,
    reverberates
    The voice again, or, like a gate of steel
    Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
    His figure and his heat. I was much wrapt in this;
    And apprehended here immediately
    The unknown Ajax.
    Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse,
    That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are
    Most abject in regard and dear in use!
    What things again most dear in the esteem
    And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow--
    An act that very chance doth throw upon him--
    Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
    While some men leave to do!
    How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
    Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!
    How one man eats into another's pride,
    While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
    To see these Grecian lords!--why, even already
    They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
    As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast
    And great Troy shrieking.

    Achilles. I do believe it; for they pass'd by me
    As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me
    Good word nor look: what, are my deeds forgot?

35 III, 3, 2068
  • Of this my privacy
    I have strong reasons.
  • Of this my privacy
    I have strong reasons.
  • Ulysses. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
    Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
    A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:
    Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
    As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
    As done: perseverance, dear my lord,
    Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang
    Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
    In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;
    For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
    Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path;
    For emulation hath a thousand sons
    That one by one pursue: if you give way,
    Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
    Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by
    And leave you hindmost;
    Or like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,
    Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
    O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present,
    Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours;
    For time is like a fashionable host
    That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
    And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,
    Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,
    And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not
    virtue seek
    Remuneration for the thing it was;
    For beauty, wit,
    High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
    Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
    To envious and calumniating time.
    One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
    That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,
    Though they are made and moulded of things past,
    And give to dust that is a little gilt
    More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
    The present eye praises the present object.
    Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
    That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
    Since things in motion sooner catch the eye
    Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
    And still it might, and yet it may again,
    If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive
    And case thy reputation in thy tent;
    Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
    Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves
    And drave great Mars to faction.

    Achilles. Of this my privacy
    I have strong reasons.

36 III, 3, 2074
  • Ha! known!
  • Ha! known!
  • Ulysses. But 'gainst your privacy
    The reasons are more potent and heroical:
    'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
    With one of Priam's daughters.

    Achilles. Ha! known!

37 III, 3, 2107
  • Shall Ajax fight with Hector?
  • Shall Ajax fight with Hector?
  • Patroclus. To this effect, Achilles, have I moved you:
    A woman impudent and mannish grown
    Is not more loathed than an effeminate man
    In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this;
    They think my little stomach to the war
    And your great love to me restrains you thus:
    Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid
    Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
    And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
    Be shook to air.

    Achilles. Shall Ajax fight with Hector?

38 III, 3, 2109
  • I see my reputation is at stake
    My fame is shrewdly gored.
  • I see my reputation is at stake
    My fame is shrewdly gored.
  • Patroclus. Ay, and perhaps receive much honour by him.

    Achilles. I see my reputation is at stake
    My fame is shrewdly gored.

39 III, 3, 2117
  • Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
    I'll send the fool to Ajax and de...
  • Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
    I'll send the fool to Ajax and desire him
    To invite the Trojan lords after the combat
    To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing,
    An appetite that I am sick withal,
    To see great Hector in his weeds of peace,
    To talk with him and to behold his visage,
    Even to my full of view.
    [Enter THERSITES]
    A labour saved!
  • Patroclus. O, then, beware;
    Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves:
    Omission to do what is necessary
    Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
    And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
    Even then when we sit idly in the sun.

    Achilles. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
    I'll send the fool to Ajax and desire him
    To invite the Trojan lords after the combat
    To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing,
    An appetite that I am sick withal,
    To see great Hector in his weeds of peace,
    To talk with him and to behold his visage,
    Even to my full of view.
    [Enter THERSITES]
    A labour saved!

40 III, 3, 2128
  • What?
  • What?
  • Thersites. A wonder!

    Achilles. What?

41 III, 3, 2130
  • How so?
  • How so?
  • Thersites. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.

    Achilles. How so?

42 III, 3, 2134
  • How can that be?
  • How can that be?
  • Thersites. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector, and is so
    prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling that he
    raves in saying nothing.

    Achilles. How can that be?

43 III, 3, 2150
  • Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.
  • Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.
  • Thersites. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock,--a stride
    and a stand: ruminates like an hostess that hath no
    arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning:
    bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should
    say 'There were wit in this head, an 'twould out;'
    and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire
    in a flint, which will not show without knocking.
    The man's undone forever; for if Hector break not his
    neck i' the combat, he'll break 't himself in
    vain-glory. He knows not me: I said 'Good morrow,
    Ajax;' and he replies 'Thanks, Agamemnon.' What think
    you of this man that takes me for the general? He's
    grown a very land-fish, language-less, a monster.
    A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both
    sides, like a leather jerkin.

    Achilles. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.

44 III, 3, 2156
  • To him, Patroclus; tell him I humbly desire the
    valiant Ajax to invite the m...
  • To him, Patroclus; tell him I humbly desire the
    valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector
    to come unarmed to my tent, and to procure
    safe-conduct for his person of the magnanimous
    and most illustrious six-or-seven-times-honoured
    captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon,
    et cetera. Do this.
  • Thersites. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not
    answering: speaking is for beggars; he wears his
    tongue in's arms. I will put on his presence: let
    Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the
    pageant of Ajax.

    Achilles. To him, Patroclus; tell him I humbly desire the
    valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector
    to come unarmed to my tent, and to procure
    safe-conduct for his person of the magnanimous
    and most illustrious six-or-seven-times-honoured
    captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon,
    et cetera. Do this.

45 III, 3, 2181
  • Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?
  • Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?
  • Thersites. Fare you well, with all my heart.

    Achilles. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?

46 III, 3, 2186
  • Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.
  • Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.
  • Thersites. No, but he's out o' tune thus. What music will be in
    him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know
    not; but, I am sure, none, unless the fiddler Apollo
    get his sinews to make catlings on.

    Achilles. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.

47 III, 3, 2189
  • My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd;
    And I myself see not the botto...
  • My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd;
    And I myself see not the bottom of it.
  • Thersites. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more
    capable creature.

    Achilles. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd;
    And I myself see not the bottom of it.

48 IV, 5, 2609
  • 'Tis but early days.
  • 'Tis but early days.
  • Ulysses. No trumpet answers.

    Achilles. 'Tis but early days.

49 IV, 5, 2623
  • I'll take what winter from your lips, fair lady:
    Achilles bids you welcome.
  • I'll take what winter from your lips, fair lady:
    Achilles bids you welcome.
  • Nestor. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.
    So much for Nestor.

    Achilles. I'll take what winter from your lips, fair lady:
    Achilles bids you welcome.

50 IV, 5, 2684
  • 'Tis done like Hector; but securely done,
    A little proudly, and great deal m...
  • 'Tis done like Hector; but securely done,
    A little proudly, and great deal misprizing
    The knight opposed.
  • Aeneas. He cares not; he'll obey conditions.

    Achilles. 'Tis done like Hector; but securely done,
    A little proudly, and great deal misprizing
    The knight opposed.

51 IV, 5, 2689
  • If not Achilles, nothing.
  • If not Achilles, nothing.
  • Aeneas. If not Achilles, sir,
    What is your name?

    Achilles. If not Achilles, nothing.

52 IV, 5, 2700
  • A maiden battle, then? O, I perceive you.
  • A maiden battle, then? O, I perceive you.
  • Aeneas. Therefore Achilles: but, whate'er, know this:
    In the extremity of great and little,
    Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;
    The one almost as infinite as all,
    The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
    And that which looks like pride is courtesy.
    This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood:
    In love whereof, half Hector stays at home;
    Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek
    This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek.

    Achilles. A maiden battle, then? O, I perceive you.

53 IV, 5, 2856
  • I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses, thou!
    Now, Hector, I have fed mine eye...
  • I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses, thou!
    Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
    I have with exact view perused thee, Hector,
    And quoted joint by joint.
  • Ulysses. So to him we leave it.
    Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome:
    After the general, I beseech you next
    To feast with me and see me at my tent.

    Achilles. I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses, thou!
    Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
    I have with exact view perused thee, Hector,
    And quoted joint by joint.

54 IV, 5, 2861
  • I am Achilles.
  • I am Achilles.
  • Hector. Is this Achilles?

    Achilles. I am Achilles.

55 IV, 5, 2863
  • Behold thy fill.
  • Behold thy fill.
  • Hector. Stand fair, I pray thee: let me look on thee.

    Achilles. Behold thy fill.

56 IV, 5, 2865
  • Thou art too brief: I will the second time,
    As I would buy thee, view thee l...
  • Thou art too brief: I will the second time,
    As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.
  • Hector. Nay, I have done already.

    Achilles. Thou art too brief: I will the second time,
    As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.

57 IV, 5, 2870
  • Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
    Shall I destroy him? whether...
  • Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
    Shall I destroy him? whether there, or there, or there?
    That I may give the local wound a name
    And make distinct the very breach whereout
    Hector's great spirit flew: answer me, heavens!
  • Hector. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er;
    But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
    Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?

    Achilles. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
    Shall I destroy him? whether there, or there, or there?
    That I may give the local wound a name
    And make distinct the very breach whereout
    Hector's great spirit flew: answer me, heavens!

58 IV, 5, 2880
  • I tell thee, yea.
  • I tell thee, yea.
  • Hector. It would discredit the blest gods, proud man,
    To answer such a question: stand again:
    Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly
    As to prenominate in nice conjecture
    Where thou wilt hit me dead?

    Achilles. I tell thee, yea.

59 IV, 5, 2899
  • Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
    To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
    T...
  • Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
    To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
    To-night all friends.
  • Hector. I pray you, let us see you in the field:
    We have had pelting wars, since you refused
    The Grecians' cause.

    Achilles. Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
    To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
    To-night all friends.

60 V, 1, 2930
  • I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
    Which with my scimitar I'll...
  • I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
    Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
    Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.
  • (stage directions). [Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS]

    Achilles. I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
    Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
    Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.

61 V, 1, 2935
  • How now, thou core of envy!
    Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?
  • How now, thou core of envy!
    Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?
  • (stage directions). [Enter THERSITES]

    Achilles. How now, thou core of envy!
    Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?

62 V, 1, 2939
  • From whence, fragment?
  • From whence, fragment?
  • Thersites. Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol
    of idiot worshippers, here's a letter for thee.

    Achilles. From whence, fragment?

63 V, 1, 2967
  • My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
    From my great purpose in to-morrow's...
  • My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
    From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
    Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,
    A token from her daughter, my fair love,
    Both taxing me and gaging me to keep
    An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it:
    Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;
    My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
    Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent:
    This night in banqueting must all be spent.
    Away, Patroclus!
  • Thersites. Finch-egg!

    Achilles. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
    From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
    Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,
    A token from her daughter, my fair love,
    Both taxing me and gaging me to keep
    An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it:
    Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;
    My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
    Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent:
    This night in banqueting must all be spent.
    Away, Patroclus!

64 V, 1, 3008
  • Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all.
  • Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all.
  • (stage directions). [Re-enter ACHILLES]

    Achilles. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all.

65 V, 1, 3016
  • Good night and welcome, both at once, to those
    That go or tarry.
  • Good night and welcome, both at once, to those
    That go or tarry.
  • Thersites. Sweet draught: 'sweet' quoth 'a! sweet sink,
    sweet sewer.

    Achilles. Good night and welcome, both at once, to those
    That go or tarry.

66 V, 1, 3020
  • Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
    Keep Hector company an hour or two....
  • Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
    Keep Hector company an hour or two.
  • (stage directions). [Exeunt AGAMEMNON and MENELAUS]

    Achilles. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
    Keep Hector company an hour or two.

67 V, 1, 3031
  • Come, come, enter my tent.
  • Come, come, enter my tent.
  • (stage directions). [Exit DIOMEDES; ULYSSES and TROILUS following]

    Achilles. Come, come, enter my tent.

68 V, 5, 3506
  • Where is this Hector?
    Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
    Know...
  • Where is this Hector?
    Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
    Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:
    Hector? where's Hector? I will none but Hector.
  • (stage directions). [Enter ACHILLES]

    Achilles. Where is this Hector?
    Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
    Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:
    Hector? where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

69 V, 6, 3530
  • Now do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Hector!
  • Now do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Hector!
  • (stage directions). [Enter ACHILLES]

    Achilles. Now do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Hector!

70 V, 6, 3532
  • I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan:
    Be happy that my arms are out of us...
  • I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan:
    Be happy that my arms are out of use:
    My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
    But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
    Till when, go seek thy fortune.
  • Hector. Pause, if thou wilt.

    Achilles. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan:
    Be happy that my arms are out of use:
    My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
    But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
    Till when, go seek thy fortune.

71 V, 7, 3557
  • Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
    Mark what I say. Attend me where I whe...
  • Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
    Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
    Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath:
    And when I have the bloody Hector found,
    Empale him with your weapons round about;
    In fellest manner execute your aims.
    Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
    It is decreed Hector the great must die.
    [Exeunt]
    [Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting:]
    then THERSITES]
  • (stage directions). [Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons]

    Achilles. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
    Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
    Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath:
    And when I have the bloody Hector found,
    Empale him with your weapons round about;
    In fellest manner execute your aims.
    Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
    It is decreed Hector the great must die.
    [Exeunt]
    [Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting:]
    then THERSITES]

72 V, 8, 3595
  • Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
    How ugly night comes breathing at h...
  • Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
    How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
    Even with the vail and darking of the sun,
    To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
  • (stage directions). [Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons]

    Achilles. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
    How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
    Even with the vail and darking of the sun,
    To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

73 V, 8, 3600
  • Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
    [HECTOR falls]
    So, Ilio...
  • Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
    [HECTOR falls]
    So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down!
    Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
    On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain,
    'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.'
    [A retreat sounded]
    Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.
  • Hector. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.

    Achilles. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
    [HECTOR falls]
    So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down!
    Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
    On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain,
    'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.'
    [A retreat sounded]
    Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.

74 V, 8, 3609
  • The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
    And, stickler-like, the armi...
  • The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
    And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
    My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
    Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
    [Sheathes his sword]
    Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
    Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
  • Myrmidons. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.

    Achilles. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
    And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
    My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
    Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
    [Sheathes his sword]
    Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
    Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

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