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And that's the quarrel. To Tenedos they come, And the deep drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage.

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And that's the quarrel. To Tenedos they come, And the deep drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage.

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Play And that's the quarrel. To Tenedos they come, And the deep drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage.

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In Troy, there lies the scene. >From isles of Greece, The princes orgulous, their high blood chafed, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruel war. Sixty and nine, that wore their crownets regal from the Athenian bay, Put forth toward Phrygia: and their vow is made To ransack Troy, within whose strong immures, The ravished Helen, Menelaus' queen, With wanton Paris sleeps.

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In Troy, there lies the scene. >From isles of Greece, The princes orgulous, their high blood chafed, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruel war. Sixty and nine, that wore their crownets regal from the Athenian bay, Put forth toward Phrygia: and their vow is made To ransack Troy, within whose strong immures, The ravished Helen, Menelaus' queen, With wanton Paris sleeps.

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Play In Troy, there lies the scene. >From isles of Greece, The princes orgulous, their high blood chafed, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruel war. Sixty and nine, that wore their crownets regal from the Athenian bay, Put forth toward Phrygia: and their vow is made To ransack Troy, within whose strong immures, The ravished Helen, Menelaus' queen, With wanton Paris sleeps.

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Now on Dardan plains. The fresh and yet unbruisèd Greeks do pitch Their brave pavilions. Priam's six gated city, With massy staples and fulfilling bolts, Spar up the sons of Troy.

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Now on Dardan plains. The fresh and yet unbruisèd Greeks do pitch Their brave pavilions. Priam's six gated city, With massy staples and fulfilling bolts, Spar up the sons of Troy.

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Play Now on Dardan plains. The fresh and yet unbruisèd Greeks do pitch Their brave pavilions. Priam's six gated city, With massy staples and fulfilling bolts, Spar up the sons of Troy.

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Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come, To tell you, fair beholders, that our play. Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils, Beginning in the middle: starting thence away To what may be digested in a play

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Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come, To tell you, fair beholders, that our play. Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils, Beginning in the middle: starting thence away To what may be digested in a play

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Play Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come, To tell you, fair beholders, that our play. Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils, Beginning in the middle: starting thence away To what may be digested in a play

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Like or find fault, do as your pleasures are: Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again. Why should I war without the walls of Troy, That find such cruel battle here within?

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Like or find fault, do as your pleasures are: Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again. Why should I war without the walls of Troy, That find such cruel battle here within?

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Play Like or find fault, do as your pleasures are: Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again. Why should I war without the walls of Troy, That find such cruel battle here within?

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Each Trojan that is master of his heart, Let him to field: Troilus, alas, hath none. Will this gear ne'er be mended?

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Each Trojan that is master of his heart, Let him to field: Troilus, alas, hath none. Will this gear ne'er be mended?

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Play Each Trojan that is master of his heart, Let him to field: Troilus, alas, hath none. Will this gear ne'er be mended?

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I have had my labour for my travail: ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you. Gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? What, with me?

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I have had my labour for my travail: ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you. Gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? What, with me?

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Play I have had my labour for my travail: ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you. Gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? What, with me?

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Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not as fair as Helen. An she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday But what care I? 'Tis all one to me - Say I she is not fair?

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Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not as fair as Helen. An she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday But what care I? 'Tis all one to me - Say I she is not fair?

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Play Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not as fair as Helen. An she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday But what care I? 'Tis all one to me - Say I she is not fair?

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I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her mother. Let her to the Greeks, and so I'll tell her the next time I see her For my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter. Pandarus... - Not I. Sweet Pandarus...

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I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her mother. Let her to the Greeks, and so I'll tell her the next time I see her For my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter. Pandarus... - Not I. Sweet Pandarus...

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Play I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her mother. Let her to the Greeks, and so I'll tell her the next time I see her For my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter. Pandarus... - Not I. Sweet Pandarus...

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Faith you speak no more to me: I will leave all as I found it, and there an end. Peace, you ungracious clamours, peace, rude sounds!

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Faith you speak no more to me: I will leave all as I found it, and there an end. Peace, you ungracious clamours, peace, rude sounds!

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Play Faith you speak no more to me: I will leave all as I found it, and there an end. Peace, you ungracious clamours, peace, rude sounds!