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Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. - Ulyss. Yet is the kindness but particular; "Twere better, she were kiss'd in general.

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Nest, And very courtly counsel: I'll begin. So much for Nestor.

Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair Lady:

Achilles bids you welcome.

Men. I had good argument for kissing once. Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now: For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; And parted thus you and your argument.

Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our

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For which we lose our heads, to gild his horns. Patr. The first was Menelaus' kiss; this, mine:

Patroclus kisses you

Men. O, this is trim!

Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. ut 9 1. Men. I'll have my kiss, Sir:

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Lady, by your

Cres. In kissing, do you render, or receive?
Patr. Both take and give. J UP
Cres. I'll make my match to live,

The kiss you take is better than you give şirke
Therefore no kiss.

Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for

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Cres. You're an odd man;give leven, or give

none.

Men. An odd man, Lady? every man is odd. Cres. No, Paris is not; for, you know, 'tis true,

That you are odd, and he is even with you.
Men. You fillip me o'the head. 44

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Cres. No, I'll be sworn.

Ulyss. It were no match, your nail against his horn.

May I, sweet Lady, beg a kiss of you?

Cres. You may.

Ulyss. I do desire it.

Cres. Why, beg then.

Ulyss. Why then, for Venus' sake, give me kiss,

When Helen is a maid again, and his.

Cres. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Ulyss. Never's my day, and then a kiss of you. Dio. Lady, a word; I'll bring you to your father.

[DIOMED leads out CRESSIDA.

Nest. A woman of quick sense..

Ulyss. Fie, fie upon her!

There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look

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nie sa At every joint and motive of her body delta O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes, And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader! set them down

For sluttish spoils of opportunity,

And daughters of the game.

All. The Trojans' trumpet.

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Agam. Yonder comes the troop.

Enter HECTOR, arm'd; AENEAS, TROILUS, and

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other Trojan's, with Attendants.

Aene. Hail, all the state of Greece! what shall

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To him that victory commands? Or do you pur

pose,

A victor shall be known? will you, the knights,
Shall to the edge of all extremity

Pursue each other? or shall they be divided
By any voice or order of the field?

Hector bade ask.

Agam. Which way would Hector have it? Aene. He cares not, he'll obey conditions. Achil. "Tis done like Hector; but securely done, A little proudly, and great deal misprizing The knight oppos'd.

Aene. If not Achilles, Sir.

What is your name?

Achil. If not Achilles, nothing.

Aene. Therefore Achilles: But, whate'er, know this;

In the extremity of great and little,

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Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;
The one almost as infinite as all,
The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy.
This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood:
In love whereof, half Hector stays at home;
Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes
to seek
This blended knight, half Trojan, and half
Greek.

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Achil. A maiden battle then?

O, I perceive

Re-enter DIOMED.

Agam. Here is sir Diomed: Go, gentle

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Stand By our

knight,

Ajax: as you and lord Aeneas Consent upon the order of their fight,

So be it, either to the uttermost,

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Or else a breath: the combatants being kin,
Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.

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For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes
To tender objects; but he, in heat of action,
Is more vindicative than jealous love schola
They call him Troilus ; and on him erect a
A second hope, as fairly built as Hector.
Thus says Aeneas; one that knows the youth'
Even to his inches, and, with private soul,
Did in great lion thus translate him to me.
Solarum. HECTOR and Avax fight.
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Awake thee!

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Aene. Princes, enough, so please you.

Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again.
Dio. As Hector pleases..

Hect, Why then, will I no more:

Thou art, great Lord, my father's sister's son,
A cousin-german to great Prian's seed; 13
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A gory emulation 'twixt us twain:

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That thou could'st say This hand is Grecian

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Runs on the dexter cheek, and this

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Thou should'st not bear from me a Greekish
member

Wherein my sword had not impressure made
Of our rank feud: But the just gods gainsay,
That any drop thou borrow'st from thy mother,
My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword
Be drain'd! Let me embrace thee, Ajax:
By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;
Hector would have them fall upon him thus
Cousin, all honour to thee!

Ajax. I thank thee, Hector:
Thou art too gentle, and too free a man
came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
A great addition earned in thy death.

Hect. Not Neoptolemus so mirable

(On whose bright orest Faune with her loud'st O yes Laodinjow A 919 Cries, This is he,) could promise to himself A thought of added honour torn from Hector. sanan zadene. There is expectance here, from both the May midly na digu sides,

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