“Troilus: (…)
Thou lay’st in every gash that love hath given me
The knife that made it.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.715).
“Agamemnon:
The ample proposition that hope makes
In all designs begun on earth below
Fails in the promised largeness; checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d;
As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come short of our suppose so far,
That, after seven years’ siege, yet Troy walls stand;
Sith every action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Bias and twart, not answering the aim,
And that unbodied figure of the thought
That gave’t surmised shape. Why, then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abasht behold our works,
And call them shames, which are, indeed, naught else,
But the protractive trials of great Jove
To find persistive constancy in men?
The fineness of which metal is not found
In fortune’s love; for then the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affined and kin:
But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath mass or matter, by itself
Lies rich in virtue and unmingled.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.719).
“Nestor: (…) In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.719).
“Ulysses: (…) To end a tale of length,
Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.720).
“Hector: (…) O, theft most base,
That we have stoln what we do fear to keep!” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.725).
“Ulysses:
We saw him at the opening of his tent.
He is not sick.”
Ajax:
Yes, lion-sick, sick of a proud heart.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.727).
“Agamemnon: (…) He that is proud eats up himself; pride
is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own
chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the
Deed, devours the deed in the praise.”
“Troilus: (…) This is the monstrosity in love,
lady, - that the will is infinite, and the execution
confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act
a slave to limit.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.732).
“Ulysses: (…) O, let virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was;
For beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.735).
“Ulysses: (…)
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee
And still it might, and yet it may again,
If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive,
And case thy reputation in thy tent.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.735).
“Ulysses: (…)
Farewell, my lord: I as your lower speak;
The fools slides o’er the ice that you should break.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.735).
“Troilus:
While others fish with craft for great opinion,
I with great truth catch mere simplicity;
Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Fear not my truth;” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.740).
“Hector: (…)
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate.
Life every man holds dear; but the brave man
Holds honour more precious-dear than life.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.748).
