| Code |
Character |
Lines |
First Line |
|
| G-300 |
Prologue | 31 |
In Troy there lyes a Scene: From Isles of Greece
(NULL) |
|
| M-300 |
Achilles | 20 |
What am I poore of late?
(NULL) |
|
| M-301 |
Agamemnon | 27 |
Heare you Patroclus:
(If you doe say, we thinke him over proud,) |
|
| M-302 |
Agamemnon | 30 |
Princes: What greefe hath set the Jaundies on your cheekes?
(NULL) |
|
| M-303 |
Aeneas | 28 |
Trumpet blow loud,
(If there be one among’st the fayr’st of Greece,) |
|
| M-304 |
Hector | 31 |
Paris and Troylus, you have both said well:
(If Helen then be wife to Sparta’s King) |
|
| M-305 |
Hector | 20 |
Why then will I no more:
(Be drained. Let me embrace thee Ajax:) |
|
| M-306 |
Nestor | 27 |
With due Observance of thy godly feat,
(How many shallow bauble Boates dare saile) |
|
| M-307 |
Nestor | 24 |
Yes, ’tis most meet; who may you else oppose
(Yet in this triall, much opinion dwels.) |
|
| M-308 |
Pandarus | 21 |
A goodly medecine, for mine aking bones: oh world,
(NULL) |
|
| M-309 |
Thersites | 20 (prose) |
How now Thersites? what lost in the Labyrinth of thy
(NULL) |
|
| M-310 |
Thersites | 18 (prose) |
With too much bloud, and too little Brain, these
(NULL) |
|
| M-311 |
Troylus | 19 |
And sodainely, where injurie of chance
(Our lockt embrasures; strangles our deare vowes,) |
|
| M-312 |
Troylus | 36 |
I take to day a Wife, and my election
(NULL) |
|
| M-313 |
Troylus | 24 |
This she? no, this is Diomeds Cressida:
(NULL) |
|
| M-314 |
Troylus | 20 |
You understand me not, that tell me so:
(Goe in to Troy, and say there, Hector’s dead:) |
|
| M-315 |
Ulysses | 29 |
Give pardon to my speech:
(What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,) |
|
| M-316 |
Ulysses | 30 |
I doe not straine it at the position,
(NULL) |
|
| M-317 |
Ulysses | 64 |
Troy yet upon his basis has bene downe,
(Quite from their fixure? O, when Degree is shak’d,/This Chaos, when Degree is suffocate,) |
|
| M-318 |
Ulysses | 45 |
Time hath (my Lord) a wallet at his backe,
(NULL) |
|
| M-319 |
Ulysses | 43 |
The great Achilles, whom Opinion crownes,
(From his deepe Chest, laughes out a lowd applause,) |
|
| W-300 |
Cressida | 24 |
Boldnesse comes to mee now, and brings mee
(Hard to seeme won: but I was won my Lord) |
|
| W-301 |
Cressida | 15 |
By the same token, you are a Bawd.
(Words, vowes, gifts, teares, and loves full sacrifice,) |
|
| W-302 |
Cressida | 20 |
Perchance my Lord, I shew more craft then love,
(If I be false, or swerve a haire from truth,) |
|
