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When was my lord so much ungently temper'd,
To stop his ears against admonis...
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When was my lord so much ungently temper'd,
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
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Thersites. Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would
croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode.
Patroclus will give me any thing for the
intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not
do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing
else holds fashion: a burning devil take them!
Andromache. When was my lord so much ungently temper'd,
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
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My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
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My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
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Hector. You train me to offend you; get you in:
By all the everlasting gods, I'll go!
Andromache. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
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Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent.
Consort with me in loud and dear...
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Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent.
Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
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Cassandra. Where is my brother Hector?
Andromache. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent.
Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
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O, be persuaded! do not count it holy
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful...
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O, be persuaded! do not count it holy
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,
For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.
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Cassandra. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows:
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
Andromache. O, be persuaded! do not count it holy
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,
For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.
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Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
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Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
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Hector. Hold you still, I say;
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:
Lie every man holds dear; but the brave man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
[Enter TROILUS]
How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight to-day?
Andromache. Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
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Do not, dear father.
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Do not, dear father.
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Cassandra. O Priam, yield not to him!
Andromache. Do not, dear father.
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