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Fair lord Æneas , let me touch your hand : To our Pavillion shall I lead you first : Achilles shall have word of this intent , So shall each lord ' of Greece from tent to tent : Your self shall feast with us before you go , And find the ...
Fair lord Æneas , let me touch your hand : To our Pavillion shall I lead you first : Achilles shall have word of this intent , So shall each lord ' of Greece from tent to tent : Your self shall feast with us before you go , And find the ...
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You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther , Mars his ideor ! do , rudeness ; do , camel , do , do . Enter Achilles and Patroclus . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ? wherefore do you this ? How now , Tbersites ? what's the ...
You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther , Mars his ideor ! do , rudeness ; do , camel , do , do . Enter Achilles and Patroclus . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ? wherefore do you this ? How now , Tbersites ? what's the ...
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Therfites , my lord . Achil . Where , where ? art thou come ? why , my cheese , my digestion why hast thou not served thy self up to my table , so many meais ? come , what's Agamemnon ? Tber . Thy commander , Achilles ; then tell me ...
Therfites , my lord . Achil . Where , where ? art thou come ? why , my cheese , my digestion why hast thou not served thy self up to my table , so many meais ? come , what's Agamemnon ? Tber . Thy commander , Achilles ; then tell me ...
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Within his Tent , but ill dispos'd , my lord . Aga . Let it be known to him that we are here . He shent our messengers , and we lay by ( 22 ) Our appertainments , visiting of him : Let him be told fo , left , perchance , he think We ...
Within his Tent , but ill dispos'd , my lord . Aga . Let it be known to him that we are here . He shent our messengers , and we lay by ( 22 ) Our appertainments , visiting of him : Let him be told fo , left , perchance , he think We ...
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Dear lord , go you and greet him in his tent ; ' Tis faid , he holds you well , and will be led At your request a little from himself . Ulyf . O , Agamemnon , let it not be so . We'ls consecrate the steps that Ajax makes , When they go ...
Dear lord , go you and greet him in his tent ; ' Tis faid , he holds you well , and will be led At your request a little from himself . Ulyf . O , Agamemnon , let it not be so . We'ls consecrate the steps that Ajax makes , When they go ...
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Achilles Æmil againſt Ajax Author bear better blood bring changes Clown comes dead dear death doth earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall Farewel father fear firſt follow give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heav'n Hector himſelf hold honour I'll Iago keep King lady lago leave light live look lord marry matter mean mind Moor moſt mother muſt Nature never night noble Nurſe once Othello Paris Play Poet poor Pope pray Prince Queen reaſon Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſeems ſelf ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſweet tell thee Ther there's theſe thing thoſe thou thought Troi Troilus true uſe whoſe wife young
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