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Page 360
Achilles shall have word of this intent ; So shall each lord of Greece , from tent to
tent : Yourself shall feast with us before you go , And find the welcome of a noble
foe . [ Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor : Ulyss . Nestor , Nest . What says ...
Achilles shall have word of this intent ; So shall each lord of Greece , from tent to
tent : Yourself shall feast with us before you go , And find the welcome of a noble
foe . [ Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor : Ulyss . Nestor , Nest . What says ...
Page 362
Do not consent , That ever Hector and Achilles meet ; For both our honour and
our shame , in this , Are dogg ' d with two strange followers . Nest . I see them not
with my old eyes ; what are , they ? Ulyss . What glory our Achilles shares from ...
Do not consent , That ever Hector and Achilles meet ; For both our honour and
our shame , in this , Are dogg ' d with two strange followers . Nest . I see them not
with my old eyes ; what are , they ? Ulyss . What glory our Achilles shares from ...
Page 378
Enter ACHILLES . Achil . Who ' s there ? Patr . Thersites , my lord . Achil . Where ,
where ? - Art thou come ? Why , my cheese , my digestion , why hast thou not
serv ' d thyself in to my table so many meals ? Come ; what ' s Agamemnon ?
Enter ACHILLES . Achil . Who ' s there ? Patr . Thersites , my lord . Achil . Where ,
where ? - Art thou come ? Why , my cheese , my digestion , why hast thou not
serv ' d thyself in to my table so many meals ? Come ; what ' s Agamemnon ?
Page 379
Agamemnon commands Achilles ; Achilles is my lord ; I am Patroclus ' knower ;
and Patroclus is a fool . Patr . You rascal ! Ther . Peace , fool ; I have not done .
Achil . He is a privileg ' d man — Proceed , Thersites , Ther . Agamemnon is a fool
...
Agamemnon commands Achilles ; Achilles is my lord ; I am Patroclus ' knower ;
and Patroclus is a fool . Patr . You rascal ! Ther . Peace , fool ; I have not done .
Achil . He is a privileg ' d man — Proceed , Thersites , Ther . Agamemnon is a fool
...
Page 467
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
retreat upon our Grecian part . Myr . The Trojan trumpets sound the like , my lord .
Achil .
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
retreat upon our Grecian part . Myr . The Trojan trumpets sound the like , my lord .
Achil .
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Achilles Agam Ajax Anne arms bear better blood bring brother Buck Buckingham cardinal cause Clarence comes conscience Cres Cressida dead death doth duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight follows friends Gent gentle give grace hand Hast hath head hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen highness hold honour hope hour I'll JOHNSON Kath keep king king's lady leave live look lord madam master mean mind mother Murd never night noble once Paris peace play poor pray prince queen reason Rich Richard royal SCENE soul speak stand sweet sword tell tent thank thee Ther thing thou thought tongue Troilus Troy true truth Ulyss wife York young
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Jan 2007 |
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