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Enter PARIS, TROILUS, AENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES.
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Enter PARIS, TROILUS, AENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES.
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PARIS
It is great morning, and the hour prefixed
For her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what she is to do
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And haste her to the purpose.
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PARIS
It is great morning, and the hour prefixed
For her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what she is to do
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TROILUS
Walk into her house.
I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar and thy brother Troilus
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A priest there off’ring to it his own heart.
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TROILUS
Walk into her house.
I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar and thy brother Troilus
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He exits.
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He exits.
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PARIS
I know what ’tis to love,
And would, as I shall pity, I could help.—
Please you walk in, my lords?
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PARIS
I know what ’tis to love,
And would, as I shall pity, I could help.—
Please you walk in, my lords?
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They exit.
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They exit.
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter PARIS, TROILUS, AENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES.
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Enter PARIS, TROILUS, AENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES.
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PARIS
It is great morning, and the hour prefixed
For her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what she is to do
5
And haste her to the purpose.
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PARIS
It is great morning, and the hour prefixed
For her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what she is to do
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TROILUS
Walk into her house.
I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar and thy brother Troilus
10
A priest there off’ring to it his own heart.
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TROILUS
Walk into her house.
I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar and thy brother Troilus
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He exits.
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He exits.
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PARIS
I know what ’tis to love,
And would, as I shall pity, I could help.—
Please you walk in, my lords?
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PARIS
I know what ’tis to love,
And would, as I shall pity, I could help.—
Please you walk in, my lords?
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They exit.
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They exit.
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