Questions

This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.

identifier	question
1973	But who was to be sacrificed? 1973 Why be so fierce?"
1973	Why hast thou slain Deiphobus and robbed me of my revenge?
1973	Why make so much trouble about one girl? 1973 Will nobody go as a spy among the Trojans?"
1973	You swore to give me a gift,said Ulysses,"and will you keep your oath?"
1973	But Hector said,"Have ye not had your fill of being shut up behind walls?
1973	But, tell me, do the Trojans keep good watch, and where is Hector with his horses?"
1973	How hast thou borne to be thus beaten and disgraced, and to come within the walls of Troy?
1973	Is there bad news from home that your father is dead, or mine; or are you sorry that the Greeks are getting what they deserve for their folly?"
1973	Then Achilles rose again, and cried:"What coward has smitten me with a secret arrow from afar?
1973	Then Calchas--"here he stopped, saying:"But why tell a long tale?
1973	Then OEnone answered scornfully:"Why have you come here to me?
1973	This man has slain many of my sons, and if he slays thee whom have I to help me in my old age?"
1973	Thou hast not the strength to fight the unconquerable son of Peleus, for if Hector could not slay him, what chance hast thou?
1973	Where is Diomede, where is Achilles, where is Aias, that, men say, are your bravest?
1973	Will none of them stand before my spear?"
1973	have we not here among us many Trojan prisoners, waiting till their friends pay their ransom in cattle and gold and bronze and iron?
60871	And what do you want in return for arranging all this? 60871 And what is Patroclos doing in Achilles''armor?
60871	But what can we do to speed up the shooting? 60871 Do you see this little lever in the back of the shield?"
60871	Do you want to go home?
60871	How in space did the Trojans get so far?
60871	How long must I put up with Agamemnon''s high- handedness?
60871	I presume you had a microphone planted in Hephaistos''cabin?
60871	Is Patroclos around?
60871	Is my stepdaughter interfering again?
60871	Leave?
60871	Shall we toast to that?
60871	Surely you''re not going to change the Script again?
60871	Thetis? 60871 What do you propose?"
60871	What do you want now?
60871	What''s the matter with her?
60871	Why do n''t you forget this fuss with King Agamemnon and have fun with some rosy- cheeked darling?
60871	Why, Husband,said Hera,"how can you say I had anything to do with this?
60871	Why? 60871 Zeus?"
60871	Am I not a king in Thessaly?
60871	And not only that but inject perpetuol into the barbarian to increase his life span?
60871	But tell me, child, why all the tears?
60871	But what good will all this do?
60871	Do you still want us to die so you may gather more gold and beautiful Trojan women in your greedy arms?
60871	How do you keep all those barbaric names at your tongue''s tip?
60871	I wish-- I wish--""Yes?"
60871	If she''s in love with Achilles, why would she tell Achilles she is his mother?"
60871	In love with Patroclos?
60871	Is it true what they say, that you love a barbarian, that magnificent red- haired Achilles?"
60871	My thanks?"
60871	Or are we?
60871	Really, Hera, why blame those simple, likable people for the actions of only one of them?
60871	So you can be with your barbarian lover?"
60871	That is the one thing to make Achilles so fighting mad he''ll quit sulking....""Patroclos?
60871	Then we''ll see if we can whip up a big tearjerker between that Trojan and his wife-- what''s her name?"
60871	Thersites cried out in a hoarse, jeering voice,"Agamemnon, do n''t you have enough loot?
60871	Was he not Achilles?
60871	Was he not superior to all men?
60871	What do you say to my plan?"
60871	What do you want me to do?"
60871	What have you two been up to?"
60871	Wo n''t your father be angry if somebody sends him a note telling him you''re planning to ruin the Script by running off to Italy with a barbarian?
658	Phoebus, why dost thou in mine own despite Stir me to fight with Gods, and wouldst protect The arrogant Trojans? 658 All, was it that the sons Of Troy might win a breathing- space from woes, Might come and slay the Greeks, now thou art not? 658 And is she not the child of thine own seed? 658 And thoughtest thou to fare Home from the war alive, to bear with thee Right royal gifts from Priam the old king, Thy guerdon for slain Argives? 658 And where the might that should beseem a king All- stainless? 658 Answer me, who art thou? 658 But first Eurypylus cried the challenge- cry;Who art thou?
658	But wherefore for Achilles''glorious arms With words discourteous wrangling stand we here?
658	But why like witless children stand we here Babbling our parents''fame and our own deeds?
658	But why should I consort, I, a brave man, with the abominable?
658	Dost not know what misery This self- same woman- madness wrought for Troy?
658	Fool, wherefore hast thou ruthlessly destroyed Trojans, and vaunted thee the mightiest man Of men, a deathless Nereid''s son?
658	Glory waits our toil?"
658	Ha, dost thou hope still to return, to''scape Mine hands?
658	Ha, in thy many helpers dost thou trust Who with thee, like so many worthless flies, Flit round the noble Achilles''corpse?
658	Hath Zeus forgotten his daughter''s paramour?
658	He spake: with scornful glance and bitter speech Odysseus the resourceful chode with him:"Aias, unbridled tongue, why these vain words To me?
658	If Quintus did not follow the Cyclic poets, from what source did he draw his materials?
658	Know''st thou not That round all men which dwell upon the earth Hovereth irresistible deadly Fate, Who recks not even of the Gods?
658	My ships?
658	Or my despair, my day of slavery?
658	Or shall we still maintain A hopeless fight against these ruthless foes, Or shall we straightway flee a city doomed?
658	Shouted Achilles''son:"Ho, Priam''s son, why thus so mad to smite Those weaker Argives, who have feared thy wrath And fled thine onset?
658	Sorry wretch, where now Is all thy goodly prowess?
658	Then chode with him Anchises''valiant son:"Polydamas, wherefore do they call thee wise, Who biddest suffer endless tribulations Cooped within walls?
658	Then cried a scoffing voice an ominous word:"Why doth a raving tongue of evil speech, Daughter of Priam, make thy lips to cry Words empty as wind?
658	Then in hot anger Aias rose, and spake:"Odysseus, frantic soul, why hath a God Deluded thee, to make thee hold thyself My peer in might invincible?
658	Then let us shrink not from the fray See ye not yonder a woman far excelling Men in the grapple of fight?
658	Those unimagined ills my sons, my king Have suffered?
658	Thou wretch, and doth thy false heart know not this, What man is an offence, and meriteth Suffering, and who is honoured of the Gods?
658	What madness thrills thy soul?
658	What profits it to call ill deeds to mind?"
658	What, know ye not that to men sorely tried Prosperity and joyance follow toil?
658	Whence hast come to brave me here?
658	Where is Aias''bulk?
658	Where skulketh now the strength of Tydeus''son, And where the might of Aeacus''scion?
658	Who could rejoice Beholding strivings, struggles of despair?
658	Who cozened thee to come Forth against me?
658	Who is of more avail For war than Ares, when he aideth men Hard- fighting?
658	Whomso he met besides he slew-- the names What man could tell of all that by the hands Of Neoptolemus died?
658	Whose be the steeds that bear thee exultant on?"
658	art not shamed To let some evil Power beguile thine heart To pity of a pitiful Amazon Whose furious spirit purposed naught but ill To us and ours?
658	have we not Endured much battle- travail heretofore?
658	how wilt thou meet the Nereid''s eyes, When she shall stand in Zeus''hall midst the Gods, Who praised thee once, and loved as her own son?"
658	is she not Most wondrous like the heavenly Goddesses?
658	or my city, or daughters shamed?
658	what sorrows first or last shall I Lament heart- anguished, who am full of woes?
658	where now is Love''s Queen glory- crowned?
658	where thy wit?
658	why do the Gods abhor me so?
658	why with arrogant heart dost thou Speak such great swelling words?
32326	''And who are you?''
32326	''And who is Sinis, and why does he bend pine trees?''
32326	''But who was to be sacrificed?
32326	''But, my son, who shall defend me, who shall guide me, when I have lost thee, the light of mine eyes, and the strength of my arm?''
32326	''Can not you cross, mother?''
32326	''Did you find him asleep?''
32326	''Did you meet or hear of the man who killed the Maceman and slew the Pine- Bender, and kicked Sciron into the sea?''
32326	''Do you dread the Pine- Bender?''
32326	''Even so much?''
32326	''How can any man bring out that bedstead?''
32326	''Is it a god?''
32326	''Is it even so?''
32326	''Is it so?''
32326	''Is not that the Ship of Death, and must we not cast lots for the tribute to King Minos?''
32326	''Is the king weeping alone, while the fathers and mothers of my companions have dry eyes?''
32326	''Look at yourself in your shining shield: can you see yourself?''
32326	''My lord,''said he,''wherefore come you with the Fourteen?
32326	''Shall I fear a lame man?''
32326	''So shall you carry the fleece to Iolcos, far away, but what is it to me where you go when you have gone from here?
32326	''Tell me pray,''said Ulysses,''what land is this, and what men dwell here?''
32326	''Then you will try a fall with me?
32326	''Unhappy that you are,''cried Theoclymenus,''what is coming upon you?
32326	''Was it fairly done?''
32326	''We are friends?''
32326	''What is your name?''
32326	''What news, thou beggar man?''
32326	''What shall be done, oh king,''she cried,''to the man who speaks words of love dishonourable to the Queen of Argos?''
32326	''Where am I?''
32326	''Where are you, Hesperia, where are you hiding?''
32326	''Where is our eye?
32326	''Where is your own country?''
32326	''Wherefore?''
32326	''Whither art thou going, unhappy one,''said the youth,''thou that knowest not the land?
32326	''Who are you, maiden?
32326	''Who?
32326	''Whose side would you two take,''he asked,''if Ulysses came home?
32326	''Why be so fierce?''
32326	''Why do you raise a glad cry, my children?''
32326	''Why do you wake us out of our sleep?''
32326	''Why hast thou slain Deiphobus and robbed me of my revenge?''
32326	''Why have you brought a great shield, Hermes?''
32326	''Why make so much trouble about one girl?
32326	''Why not?''
32326	''Will nobody go as a spy among the Trojans?''
32326	''You guessed the token?''
32326	''You never helped me in my dangers on the sea,''said Ulysses,''and now do you make mock of me, or is this really mine own country?''
32326	''You swore to give me a gift,''said Ulysses,''and will you keep your oath?''
32326	''You walked from Troezene?''
32326	But Hector said,''Have ye not had your fill of being shut up behind walls?
32326	But Ulysses drew his sword, and Circe, with a great cry, fell at his feet, saying,''Who art thou on whom the cup has no power?
32326	But a mortal man we have never seen, and wherefore have the gods sent you hither?''
32326	But how was he to find out whether he should have children or not?
32326	But she kept hoping that Ulysses was still alive, and would return, though, if he did, how was he to turn so many strong young men out of his house?
32326	But will you not abide with us awhile, and be our guests?''
32326	But, tell me, do the Trojans keep good watch, and where is Hector with his horses?''
32326	But, when he came to himself, he sighed, and said:''How shall we meet the feud of all the kin of the slain men in Ithaca and the other islands?''
32326	Calypso said to him:''So it is indeed thy wish to get thee home to thine own dear country even in this hour?
32326	Can they be fairies of the hill tops and the rivers, and the water meadows?''
32326	Can you resist King Minos?''
32326	Did I not slay Sinis and Sciron, Cercyon and Procrustes, and Periphetes?
32326	Do they practise wrestling at Troezene?''
32326	From your legs and shoulders, and the iron club that you carry, methinks you are that stranger?''
32326	Have_ you_ got it?''
32326	How hast thou borne to be thus beaten and disgraced, and to come within the walls of Troy?
32326	Is there bad news from home that your father is dead, or mine; or are you sorry that the Greeks are getting what they deserve for their folly?''
32326	Know you to what end they are sailing?''
32326	On the threshold he sat down, like a beggar, and Polydectes saw him and cried to his servants,''Bring in that man; is it not the day of my feast?
32326	She alone of the three Gorgons was mortal, and could be slain, but who could slay her?
32326	Soon they saw the light shining up from the opening in the roof of the hall; and the wife of Dictys came running out, crying:''Good sport?''
32326	The dream was in the shape of a girl who was a friend of Nausicaa, and it said:''Nausicaa, how has your mother such a careless daughter?
32326	Then Achilles rose again, and cried:''What coward has smitten me with a secret arrow from afar?
32326	Then Calchas----''here he stopped, saying:''But why tell a long tale?
32326	Then Oenone answered scornfully:''Why have you come here to me?
32326	Then Ulysses thought that his heart would break, for how should he, a living man, go down to the awful dwellings of the dead?
32326	Then his men said to each other,''What treasure is it that he keeps in the leather bag, a present from King Aeolus?
32326	This man has slain many of my sons, and if he slays thee whom have I to help me in my old age?''
32326	Thou hast not the strength to fight the unconquerable son of Peleus, for if Hector could not slay him, what chance hast thou?
32326	Thus she spake, and called to her maidens of the fair tresses:''Halt, my maidens, whither flee ye at the sight of a man?
32326	We may ask, Why did Ulysses pass through the narrows between these two rocks?
32326	What cruel men have bound you?''
32326	What do you here?
32326	What want you?''
32326	When Perseus heard that word, he asked,''Where is King Polydectes?''
32326	When they were alone he said to Danae:''Who is the father of this child?''
32326	Where is Diomede, where is Achilles, where is Aias, that, men say, are your bravest?
32326	Where is your ship?''
32326	Will none of them stand before my spear?''
32326	Would you fight for him or for the wooers?''
32326	Ye surely do not take him for an enemy?
32326	Yet, tell me, how does Minos treat the captives from Athens, kindly or unkindly?''
32326	You will come thither now and again, Hesperia?
32326	answered the nymphs,''how shall you slay her, even if we knew the way to that island, which we know not?''
32326	have we not here among us many Trojan prisoners, waiting till their friends pay their ransom in cattle and gold and bronze and iron?
32326	he said to himself;''is this a country of fierce and savage men?
32326	how shalt thou free thy friends from so great an enchantress?''
32326	said Theseus,''and is it not easy, even if he be so terrible a fighter, for me to pass him in the darkness, for I walk by night?''
32326	said Ulysses,''did I not make it with my own hands, with a standing tree for the bedpost?
32326	why did he not steer on the outer side of one or the other?
32326	Ã � geus determined to go to Delphi to ask his question: would he have sons to come after him?
35171	''Fore God, the wisdoms and the greatnesses Of seeming, are they hollow all, as things Of naught?
35171	''Tis we, thy children; shall no man aid us?
35171	( How?
35171	A deadly wrong they did me, yea within Mine holy place: thou knowest?
35171	Ah me, Phthia or Thebes, or sea- worn Thessaly?
35171	Ah, husband still, how shall thy hand be bent To slay me?
35171	Ah, is it thou?
35171	Ah, what bringeth he Of news or judgment?
35171	Ah, woe is me; hath Ajax come again?
35171	Am I still alone?
35171	And Hector''s woe, What is it?
35171	And I, whose slave am I, The shaken head, the arm that creepeth by, Staff- crutchèd, like to fall?
35171	And comest thou now Forth, and hast decked thy bosom and thy brow, And breathest with thy lord the same blue air, Thou evil heart?
35171	And hast thou turned from the Altar of frankincense, And given to the Greek thy temple of Ilion?
35171	And her own Prize that God promisèd Out of the golden clouds, her virgin crown?
35171	And is it granted that I speak, or no, In answer to them ere I die, to show I die most wronged and innocent?
35171	And is this not woe?)
35171	And my sons?
35171	And this their King so wise, who ruleth all, What wrought he?
35171	And this unhappy one-- would any eyes Gaze now on Hecuba?
35171	And thou, Polyxena, Where art thou?
35171	And thou, what tears can tell thy doom?
35171	And will ye leave her downstricken, A woman, and so old?
35171	And yet, what help?
35171	And, to say nothing of Zeus, how can the Goddess of Morning rise and shine upon us uncaring?
35171	Argos, belike, or Phthia shall it be, Or some lone island of the tossing sea, Far, far from Troy?
35171	But what minion of the Greek Is this that cometh, with new words to speak?
35171	Canst thou see help, or refuge anywhere?
35171	Dear God, what would they?
35171	Do I not know her?
35171	Doth he not go With me, to the same master?
35171	For Helen''s sister''s pride?
35171	For this land''s sake Thou comest, not for Hellas?
35171	For what woe lacketh here?
35171	Had ye so little pride?
35171	Hath that old hate and deep Failed, where she lieth in her ashen sleep?
35171	Heard ye?
35171	Here on the shore Wouldst hold them or amid mine own salt foam?
35171	How have they cast me, and to whom A bondmaid?
35171	How say''st thou?
35171	How shall it be?
35171	How should a poet carve the funeral stone To tell thy story true?
35171	How, for his Spartan bride A tirewoman?
35171	How?
35171	How?
35171	How?
35171	How?
35171	I ask not thee; I ask my own sad thought, What was there in my heart, that I forgot My home and land and all I loved, to fly With a strange man?
35171	In the other( Stesichorus,_ Sack of Ilion_(?))
35171	Is God''s word As naught, to me in silence ministered, That in this place she dies?
35171	Is it all in vain that our Trojan princes have been loved by the Gods?
35171	Is it the Isle Immortal, Salamis, waits for me?
35171	Is it the Rock that broods Over the sundered floods Of Corinth, the ancient portal Of Pelops''sovranty?''
35171	Is it the flare Of torches?
35171	Is the fall thereof Too deep for all that now is over me Of anguish, and hath been, and yet shall be?
35171	Is''t not rare fortune that the King hath smiled On such a maid?
35171	Know''st thou my bitter stress?
35171	Marked ye?
35171	Mother of him of old, whose mighty spear Smote Greeks like chaff, see''st thou what things are here?
35171	My daughter?
35171	Nay, Hadst thou no surer rope, no sudden way Of the sword, that any woman honest- souled Had sought long since, loving her lord of old?
35171	Nay, why, my little one?
35171	Nay: Why call I on the Gods?
35171	Nay: Why should Odysseus''labours vex my breath?
35171	O Fire, Fire, where men make marriages Surely thou hast thy lot; but what are these Thou bringest flashing?
35171	O Helen, Helen, thou ill tree That Tyndareus planted, who shall deem of thee As child of Zeus?
35171	O ye Argives, was your spear Keen, and your hearts so low and cold, to fear This babe?
35171	Oh, How can I tell her of it?
35171	Or is it tidings heard From some far Spirit?
35171	Or what child meanest thou?
35171	Out of the tent of the Greek king I steal, my Queen, with trembling breath: What means thy call?
35171	Overseas Bear me afar to strange cities?
35171	Polyxena?
35171	Poseidon, god of the sea and its merchandise, and Apollo( possibly a local shepherd god?
35171	Priam, mine own Priam, Lying so lowly, Thou in thy nothingness, Shelterless, comfortless, See''st thou the thing I am?
35171	Say then what lot hath any?
35171	See''st thou what end is come?
35171	Seëst thou, seëst thou?
35171	Shall I thrust aside Hector''s belovèd face, and open wide My heart to this new lord?
35171	Shall the ship go heavier for her sin?
35171	She liveth still?
35171	Speak first; wilt thou be one In heart with me and hand till all be done?
35171	Speak, Friend?
35171	The flame of the cakes of corn, is it gone from hence, The myrrh on the air and the wreathèd towers gone?
35171	The sainted of Apollo?
35171	Thou hast some counsel of the Gods, or word Spoken of Zeus?
35171	Thou of the Ages, O wherefore fleëst thou, Lord of the Phrygian, Father that made us?
35171	Thou pitiest her?
35171	Thy land is fallen and thy lord, and thou A prisoner and alone, one woman; how Canst battle against us?
35171	To Odysseus''gate My mother goeth, say''st thou?
35171	To watch a tomb?
35171	Weak limbs, why tremble ye?
35171	Weepest thou, Mother mine own?
35171	Weepest thou?
35171	What fall yet lacketh, ere we touch The last dead deep of misery?
35171	What fashion of the laws of Greece?
35171	What hope have I To hold me?
35171	What is it?
35171	What is there that I fear to say?
35171	What is this?
35171	What knoweth she of evils like to these, That dead Polyxena, thou weepest for?
35171	What lingereth still O wounded City, of unknown ill, Ere yet thou diest?
35171	What man now hath her, or what doom?
35171	What meanest thou?
35171	What means that sudden light?
35171	What of Andromache, Wife of mine iron- hearted Hector, where Journeyeth she?
35171	What of joy Falls, or can fall on any child of Troy?
35171	What of that other child Ye reft from me but now?
35171	What seekest thou?
35171	What sought ye then that ye came?
35171	What was the"device"?
35171	What woman''s lips can so forswear her dead, And give strange kisses in another''s bed?
35171	When wast thou taken?
35171	Wherefore should great Hera''s eyes So hunger to be fair?
35171	Wherefore?
35171	Whither moves thy cry, Thy bitter cry?
35171	Whither shall I tread?
35171	Who am I that I sit Here at a Greek king''s door, Yea, in the dust of it?
35171	Who be these on the crested rock?
35171	Who found thee so?
35171	Why call on things so weak For aid?
35171	Why didst thou cheat me so?
35171	Why raise me any more?
35171	Why should I speak the shame of them, before They come?
35171	Why will ye slay this innocent, that seeks No wrong?
35171	Will they leave him here to build again The wreck?
35171	Yea, and thou, And these that lie around, do they not know?
35171	Yet I would ask thee, what decree is gone Forth for my life or death?
35171	[_ Turning upon the Herald._ Where lies the galley?
35171	_ Some Women._ Deep in the heart of me I feel thine hand, Mother: and is it he Dead here, our prince to be, And lord of the land?
35171	and is it come, the end of all, The very crest and summit of my days?
35171	and wert thou nothingness?
35171	p. 35"Why call on things so weak?"
35171	who is there That prayeth heaven, and in so strange a prayer?
10096	''Fore God, the wisdoms and the greatnesses Of seeming, are they hollow all, as things Of naught?
10096	''Tis bitter that mine eye Should see it.... O ye Argives, was your spear Keen, and your hearts so low and cold, to fear This babe?
10096	''Tis we, thy children; shall no man aid us?
10096	( How?
10096	A deadly wrong they did me, yea within Mine holy place: thou knowest?
10096	Ah, husband still, how shall thy hand be bent To slay me?
10096	Ah, is it thou?
10096	Ah, what bringeth he Of news or judgment?
10096	Ah, woe is me; hath Ajax come again?
10096	Am I still alone?
10096	And Hector''s woe, What is it?
10096	And I, whose slave am I, The shaken head, the arm that creepeth by, Staff- crutchèd, like to fall?
10096	And comest thou now Forth, and hast decked thy bosom and thy brow, And breathest with thy lord the same blue air, Thou evil heart?
10096	And hast thou turned from the Altar of frankincense, And given to the Greek thy temple of Ilion?
10096	And her own Prize that God promised Out of the golden clouds, her virgin crown?...
10096	And is it granted that I speak, or no, In answer to them ere I die, to show I die most wronged and innocent?
10096	And is this not woe?)
10096	And my sons?
10096	And this their King so wise[22], who ruleth all, What wrought he?
10096	And this unhappy one-- would any eyes Gaze now on Hecuba?
10096	And thou, Polyxena, Where art thou?
10096	And thou, what tears can tell thy doom?
10096	And will ye leave her downstricken, A woman, and so old?
10096	And yet, what help?...
10096	And, to say nothing of Zeus, how can the Goddess of Morning rise and shine upon us uncaring?
10096	Argos, belike, or Phthia shall it be, Or some lone island of the tossing sea, Far, far from Troy?
10096	But what minion of the Greek Is this that cometh, with new words to speak?
10096	Canst thou see help, or refuge anywhere?
10096	Dear God, what would they?
10096	Deep in the heart of me I feel thine hand, Mother: and is it he Dead here, our prince to be, And lord of the land?
10096	Do I not know her?
10096	Doth he not go With me, to the same master?
10096	For Helen''s sister''s pride?
10096	For this land''s sake Thou comest, not for Hellas?
10096	For what woe lacketh here?
10096	Had ye so little pride?
10096	Hath that old hate and deep Failed, where she lieth in her ashen sleep?
10096	Heard ye?
10096	Here on the shore Wouldst hold them or amid mine own salt foam?
10096	How have they cast me, and to whom A bondmaid?
10096	How say''st thou?
10096	How shall it be?
10096	How should a poet carve the funeral stone To tell thy story true?
10096	How, for his Spartan bride A tirewoman?
10096	How?
10096	How?
10096	How?
10096	I ask not thee; I ask my own sad thought, What was there in my heart, that I forgot My home and land and all I loved, to fly With a strange man?
10096	I shall do service in the hall Of them that slew.... How?
10096	In the other( Stesichorus,_ Sack of Ilion_(?))
10096	Is it all in vain that our Trojan princes have been loved by the Gods?
10096	Is it the Isle Immortal, Salamis, waits for me?
10096	Is it the Rock that broods Over the sundered floods Of Corinth, the ancient portal Of Pelops''sovranty?''
10096	Is it the flare Of torches?
10096	Is the fall thereof Too deep for all that now is over me Of anguish, and hath been, and yet shall be?
10096	Is''t not rare fortune that the King hath smiled On such a maid?
10096	Know''st thou my bitter stress?
10096	Marked ye?
10096	Mother of him of old, whose mighty spear Smote Greeks like chaff, see''st thou what things are here?
10096	My daughter?
10096	Nay, Hadst thou no surer rope, no sudden way Of the sword, that any woman honest- souled Had sought long since, loving her lord of old?
10096	Nay, why, my little one?
10096	Nay: Why call I on the Gods?
10096	O Fire, Fire, where men make marriages Surely thou hast thy lot; but what are these Thou bringest flashing?
10096	O Helen, Helen, thou ill tree That Tyndareus planted, who shall deem of thee As child of Zeus?
10096	O thou great wealth of glory, stored Of old in Ilion, year by year We watched... and wert thou nothingness?
10096	Or is it tidings heard From some far Spirit?
10096	Or what child meanest thou?
10096	Out of the tent of the Greek king I steal, my Queen, with trembling breath: What means thy call?
10096	Overseas Bear me afar to strange cities?
10096	Polyxena?
10096	Poseidon, god of the sea and its merchandise, and Apollo( possibly a local shepherd god?
10096	Priam, mine own Priam, Lying so lowly, Thou in thy nothingness, Shelterless, comfortless, See''st thou the thing I am?
10096	Say then what lot hath any?
10096	See''st thou what end is come?
10096	Seëst thou, seëst thou?
10096	Shall I thrust aside Hector''s beloved face, and open wide My heart to this new lord?
10096	Shall the ship go heavier for her sin?
10096	She liveth still?
10096	Speak first; wilt thou be one In heart with me and hand till all be done?
10096	Speak, Friend?
10096	Ten years behind ten years athwart his way Waiting: and home, lost and unfriended.... Nay: Why should Odysseus''labours vex my breath?
10096	The flame of the cakes of corn, is it gone from hence, The myrrh on the air and the wreathèd towers gone?
10096	The sainted of Apollo?
10096	Thou hast some counsel of the Gods, or word Spoken of Zeus?
10096	Thou of the Ages[47], O wherefore fleëst thou, Lord of the Phrygian, Father that made us?
10096	Thou pitiest her?
10096	Thy land is fallen and thy lord, and thou A prisoner and alone, one woman; how Canst battle against us?
10096	Tis ordered, this child.... Oh, How can I tell her of it?
10096	To Odysseus''gate My mother goeth, say''st thou?
10096	To watch a tomb?
10096	Weak limbs, why tremble ye?
10096	Weepest thou, Mother mine own?
10096	What fall yet lacketh, ere we touch The last dead deep of misery?
10096	What fashion of the laws of Greece?
10096	What hope have I To hold me?
10096	What is it?
10096	What is there that I fear to say?
10096	What is this?...
10096	What knoweth she of evils like to these, That dead Polyxena, thou weepest for?
10096	What lingereth still, O wounded City, of unknown ill, Ere yet thou diest?
10096	What lord, what land.... Ah me, Phthia or Thebes, or sea- worn Thessaly?
10096	What man now hath her, or what doom?
10096	What meanest thou?
10096	What means that sudden light?
10096	What of Andromache, Wife of mine iron- hearted Hector, where Journeyeth she?
10096	What of joy Falls, or can fall on any child of Troy?
10096	What of that other child Ye reft from me but now?
10096	What seekest thou?
10096	What sought ye then that ye came?
10096	What was the"device"?
10096	What woman''s lips can so forswear her dead, And give strange kisses in another''s bed?
10096	When wast thou taken?
10096	Where lies the galley?
10096	Wherefore should great Hera''s eyes So hunger to be fair?
10096	Wherefore?
10096	Whither moves thy cry, Thy bitter cry?
10096	Whither shall I tread?
10096	Who am I that I sit Here at a Greek king''s door, Yea, in the dust of it?
10096	Who be these on the crested rock?
10096	Who found thee so?
10096	Why call on things so weak For aid?
10096	Why didst thou cheat me so?
10096	Why raise me any more?
10096	Why should I speak the shame of them, before They come?...
10096	Why will ye slay this innocent, that seeks No wrong?...
10096	Will they leave him here to build again The wreck?...
10096	Yea, and thou, And these that lie around, do they not know?
10096	Yet I would ask thee, what decree is gone Forth for my life or death?
10096	and is it come, the end of all, The very crest and summit of my days?
10096	p. 35"Why call on things so weak?"
10096	who is there That prayeth heaven, and in so strange a prayer?
806	Above or below us?
806	An outcast, mistreated, to whom should I talk?
806	Are you not ashamed to look down on me, who have kneeled to you, the suppliant, you bitter ones?
806	Are you not going to give me the bow?
806	Are you resolved to stay here as before, or will you come with us?
806	Blasphemous man, could it be I do n''t stink now; am I no longer a cripple?
806	CHORUS Come back to do what?
806	CHORUS What do you mean?
806	CHORUS What is it?
806	CHORUS What will we do now?
806	CHORUS What will you do with it?
806	CHORUS Where is he now, the unlucky man?
806	CHORUS Where?
806	CHORUS Why do you beseech us now?
806	CHORUS Why?
806	Can I believe what you tell me?
806	Death, black death, how can I call on you again, and you not come to take me away?
806	Do they miss him now?
806	Do you have no pity?
806	Do you see him?
806	Do you want me to hold you?
806	Does he still live?
806	Does some fear now act upon his spirit?
806	Does this push you not to take me?
806	From what country should I think you, and guess it correctly?
806	Have they made you suffer?
806	Have you changed your mind?
806	Have you lost your senses?
806	He swore he would persuade me to sail off with him, the bastard?
806	How can I keep myself alive?
806	How can I make sense of what goes on, when, praising the gods, I discover that they''re evil?
806	How can I mistrust the one who gives me this kindly advice?
806	How can a one- legged man, alone, win against us?
806	How can he withstand such ceaseless misfortune?
806	How can you pour your libations to the gods?
806	How could I know you?
806	I leapt up then, crying in grief and anger, and said,"You bastards, how dare you give the things that are mine to other men without asking me first?"
806	If I do, how shall I go into the light?
806	If I sail with you, how can you offer burnt sacrifices?
806	Is he alive?
806	Is he inside or outside?
806	Is that Odysseus''s voice I hear?
806	Is that why you are angry?
806	Is there nothing more inside the cave?
806	Is this what you wanted?
806	May I cradle it in my hands?
806	Must I give in?
806	Must I let him force me to go with them?
806	My eyes, can you bear to see me living alongside those who tried to kill me, the Atreids and that bastard Odysseus?
806	My foot, what will I do with you for what remains of my life?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS And Odysseus would not bring the message himself?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS And what if they come in war against my country?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS And why not by persuasion after telling him the truth?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS And you do not find such lying disgusting?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Are Phoenix and his friends so eager to jump when the Atreids tell them to?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Are you resolved?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Did you take part in that misery?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Do they plan to take me with violence or persuade me to return with them?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Does your illness now bring you pain?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS How could one say such things and keep a straight face?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS How will I avoid the scorn of the Greeks?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Is he so sure of his strength?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Is it not possible, then, to apologize?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Is that your famous bow?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS May I hold it?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Must we go over the same ground twice?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Things that we do not have on board?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS To what?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What are they?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What are your orders, apart from telling lies?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What can they hope to win, those men, to turn their thoughts after so many years to Philoktetes, whom they made an outcast?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What do you mean?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What do you mean?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What good would it do me for him to come to Troy?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What is it?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What is it?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What is it?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What is it?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What is this terrible thing that attacks you, and makes you scream in such misery?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What kind of help could you give me?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What must I do?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What should I do?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What will I do?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What will we do now?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS What will we do, then, since I can not convince you?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Where?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Who is the man they now pursue?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Who?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Why do you cry out to the gods in anguish?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Why should I feel shame to do acts of good?
806	NEOPTOLEMOS Zeus, what will I do?
806	No?
806	ODYSSEUS And none of the things that distinguish a house?
806	ODYSSEUS And what else?
806	ODYSSEUS And what will you do with it?
806	ODYSSEUS And you have no fear of what the Greeks will do?
806	ODYSSEUS Do you really mean it?
806	ODYSSEUS Do you remember all the counsel I have given?
806	ODYSSEUS Do you see my hand drawing out this sword?
806	ODYSSEUS How can it be just to give away what you have won with my counsel?
806	ODYSSEUS What are you saying, son of Achilles?
806	ODYSSEUS What did we order you to do that was wrong?
806	ODYSSEUS What did you have in mind?
806	ODYSSEUS What more do you want now?
806	ODYSSEUS Where?
806	ODYSSEUS Why are you returning so quickly, boy?
806	ODYSSEUS You coward, what are you thinking of doing?
806	ODYSSEUS You mean you''ll return it?
806	Odysseus''s?
806	Or have the gods brought vengeance upon them, since they punish crime?
806	PHILOKTETES Acts of good for me, or the Atreids?
806	PHILOKTETES And my old friend, that honest man, Nestor of Pylos?
806	PHILOKTETES Are you leaving already?
806	PHILOKTETES Are you not ashamed to talk so, in full sight of the gods?
806	PHILOKTETES Boy, whose voice is that?
806	PHILOKTETES Come to the bitter plains of Troy, to the accursed Atreids with my foot like this?
806	PHILOKTETES Do n''t you know?
806	PHILOKTETES Do you too have a claim against the all- destroying house of Atreus?
806	PHILOKTETES Does this come from nausea at the sight of my illness?
806	PHILOKTETES Hateful life, why should I still live and see?
806	PHILOKTETES How can you not know?
806	PHILOKTETES How will you betray me to my enemies?
806	PHILOKTETES Is it not true that the Atreids marooned me here?
806	PHILOKTETES Is this the truth?
806	PHILOKTETES Is this yet another of your tricks?
806	PHILOKTETES O land of Lemnos and the all- powerful fire, created by Hephaistos in the great volcano, must I submit to this?
806	PHILOKTETES Oh, what will I do?
806	PHILOKTETES Powerless?
806	PHILOKTETES Son of a man whom I once loved, son of my beloved country, nursed by ancient Lykomedes--- what business brought you here?
806	PHILOKTETES Tell me, by the gods, how was it with Patroklos, your father''s most beloved friend?
806	PHILOKTETES Then you do not know who stands before you?
806	PHILOKTETES Up there... NEOPTOLEMOS What madness is now upon you?
806	PHILOKTETES What do you want?
806	PHILOKTETES What is he saying to you, boy?
806	PHILOKTETES What must I learn?
806	PHILOKTETES What?
806	PHILOKTETES Who is that?
806	PHILOKTETES Why do you keep me from killing my enemy?
806	PHILOKTETES You do not know my name?
806	PHILOKTETES You have nothing to say to me, son of Achilles?
806	PHILOKTETES You sailors, will you leave me?
806	PHILOKTETES You there, you strangers: who are you who have landed from the sea on an island without houses or fair harbor?
806	PHILOKTETES You''ll stay?
806	Rock walls, filled with my cries of anguish, what will my daily ration be now?
806	Shall we sail away, or do what he asks us?
806	Should I help you up?
806	The fame my woes have given me?
806	The men who brought me to my ruin?
806	What are you planning to do with me?
806	What are you saying?
806	What are you saying?
806	What brought you?
806	What can I hope for, now that Ajax and Antilochos are dead and in the ground, while Odysseus walks, while he should be the one who is dead?
806	What else do you want?
806	What evil is that?
806	What hope have I of dealing with my fate, now that the birds that fled from me above will come down through the winds to destroy me?
806	What is it, boy?
806	What is left for me to do?
806	What lucky wind?
806	What must I do?
806	What shall I hide?
806	What shall I say to Philoktetes?
806	What urged you here?
806	What will I do?
806	What wrath have they incited in you?
806	Where are you, boy?
806	Where does he live?
806	Where does he sleep?
806	Where does he walk?
806	Where is it that you sail from?
806	Where is it?
806	Who are you, boy?
806	Who can live on breezes and not earthly food?
806	Who sent you?
806	Why are we waiting?
806	Why do n''t you speak?
806	Why do you call me?
806	Why do you look at the summit above us?
806	Why do you stand there, seized by silence?
806	Why does he bargain in the shadows, hiding his words from me?
806	Why have I not descended into darkness?
806	Why have you also wounded me?
806	Why must you take me?
806	Why would we need you?
806	Why, stranger, have you done these things?
806	Will I twice be proven evil, hiding what I should not, saying the worst?
806	Will they take me off against my will?
806	Will you do it, boy?
806	Will you leave without a word?
806	Will you stand before the Greeks cloaked in the glory of my weapons?
806	Will you still help them, and make me do the same?
806	You sail away from Troy?
257	--` My lordes and my ladyes, it stant thus; What sholde I lenger,''quod he,` do yow dwelle?''
257	1015` But, dere frend, how shal myn wo ben lesse Til this be doon?
257	1090 Why list thee so thy- self for- doon for drede, That in thyn heed thyn eyen semen dede?
257	1095 Hath kinde thee wroughte al- only hir to plese?
257	110 What nede were it this preyere for to werne, Sin ye shul bothe han folk and toun as yerne?
257	1125 Quod tho Criseyde,` Is this a mannes game?
257	1155` We han nought elles for to don, y- wis. And Pandarus, now woltow trowen me?
257	1160 Al wrong, by god; what seystow, man, wher art?
257	1190 What mighte or may the sely larke seye, Whan that the sperhauk hath it in his foot?
257	1265 But who may bet bigylen, yf him liste, Than he on whom men weneth best to triste?
257	1355 Though ther be mercy writen in your chere, God wot, the text ful hard is, sooth, to finde, How coude ye with- outen bond me binde?''
257	135` And why so, uncle myn?
257	1460 What proferestow thy light here for to selle?
257	1470` What is he more aboute, me to drecche And doon me wrong?
257	1475 For how sholde I my lyf an houre save, Sin that with yow is al the lyf I have?
257	1505` Thow thinkest now,"How sholde I doon al this?
257	1610` Thus hastow me no litel thing y- yive, Fo which to thee obliged be for ay My lyf, and why?
257	1680` Who shal now trowe on any othes mo?
257	1705 O god,''quod he,` that oughtest taken hede To fortheren trouthe, and wronges to punyce, Why niltow doon a vengeaunce of this vyce?
257	200 Quod Troilus,` How longe shal I dwelle Er this be doon?''
257	210` What eyleth yow to be thus wery sone, And namelich of wommen?
257	235 Who speketh for me right now in myn absence?
257	240 How shal she doon eek, sorwful creature?
257	260 What have I doon, what have I thus a- gilt?
257	315` O my Criseyde, O lady sovereyne Of thilke woful soule that thus cryeth, Who shal now yeven comfort to the peyne?
257	320 Lo, here is al, what sholde I more seye?
257	335 What nede is thee to maken al this care?
257	370 Who woot in sooth thus what they signifye?
257	385 Criseyde, which that herde him in this wyse, Thoughte,` I shal fele what he meneth, y- wis.''` Now, eem,''quod she,` what wolde ye devyse?
257	40 Were it not bet at ones for to dye Than ever- more in langour thus to drye?
257	410 O quike deeth, O swete harm so queynte, How may of thee in me swich quantitee, But- if that I consente that it be?
257	420` What?
257	45 Why nil I sleen this Diomede also?
257	480 Why gabbestow, that seydest thus to me That"him is wors that is fro wele y- throwe, Than he hadde erst non of that wele y- knowe?"
257	490` But may I truste wel ther- to,''quod he,` That of this thing that ye han hight me here, Ye wol it holden trewly un- to me?''
257	495 O where hastow ben hid so longe in muwe, That canst so wel and formely arguwe?
257	535 Now is not this a nyce vanitee?
257	560 At whiche she lough, and gan hir faste excuse, And seyde,` It rayneth; lo, how sholde I goon?''
257	585 What nede is thee to seke on me victorie, Sin I am thyn, and hoolly at thy wille?
257	620` This were a wonder thing,''quod Troylus,` Thou coudest never in love thy- selven wisse; How devel maystow bringen me to blisse?''
257	735 Quod Pandarus,` Thou wrecched mouses herte, Art thou agast so that she wol thee byte?
257	765 What is Criseyde worth, from Troilus?
257	770` What, Not as bisily,''quod Pandarus,` As though myn owene lyf lay on this nede?''
257	780 How wostow so that thou art gracelees?
257	875 And of hir song right with that word she stente, And therwith- al,` Now, nece,''quod Criseyde,` Who made this song with so good entente?''
257	910` What wole ye more, lufsom lady dere?
257	945 What shold I telle his wordes that he seyde?
257	980` But Lord, how shal I doon, how shal I liven?
257	Al be I not the first that dide amis, What helpeth that to do my blame awey?
257	And as he com ayeinward prively, 750 His nece awook, and asked,` Who goth there?''
257	And falsen Troilus?
257	And goode, eek tel me this, How wiltow seyn of me and my destresse?
257	And ner he com, and seyde,` How stont it now This mery morwe, nece, how can ye fare?''
257	And of him- self imagened he ofte To ben defet, and pale, and waxen lesse Than he was wo nt, and that men seyden softe,` What may it be?
257	And seyde,` Leve brother Pandarus, Intendestow that we shal here bleve Til Sarpedoun wol forth congeyen us?
257	And shal I go?
257	And she answerde,` Swete, al were it so, What harm was that, sin I non yvel mene?
257	And sin he best to love is, and most meke, What nedeth feyned loves for to seke?
257	And therwithal he heng a- doun the heed, And fil on knees, and sorwfully he sighte; 1080 What mighte he seyn?
257	And why hir fader tarieth so longe To wedden hir un- to som worthy wight?
257	And why?
257	Artow for hir and for non other born?
257	Be ye nought war how that fals Poliphete Is now aboute eft- sones for to plete, And bringe on yow advocacyes newe?''
257	Bet than swiche fyve?
257	But canstow pleyen raket, to and fro, 460 Netle in, dokke out, now this, now that, Pandare?
257	But how shul ye don in this sorwful cas, How shal you re tendre herte this sustene?
257	But tel me than, hastow hir wil assayed, That sorwest thus?''
257	But tel me, if I wiste what she were 765 For whom that thee al this misaunter ayleth?
257	But what avayleth this to Troilus, That for his sorwe no- thing of it roughte?
257	But what is thanne a remede un- to this, But that we shape us sone for to mete?
257	But who may al eschewe, or al devyne?
257	But who was glad y- nough but Calkas tho?
257	Can he for me so pitously compleyne?
257	Can he ther- on?
257	Cryseyda gan al his chere aspyen, And leet so softe it in hir herte sinke, 650 That to hir- self she seyde,` Who yaf me drinke?''
257	Deiphebus him answerde,` O, is not this, That thow spekest of to me thus straungely, Criseyda, my freend?''
257	Dorstestow that I tolde hir in hir ere Thy wo, sith thou darst not thy- self for fere, And hir bisoughte on thee to han som routhe?''
257	Eek I nil not be cured, I wol deye; What knowe I of the quene Niobe?
257	Eek wostow how it fareth of som servyse?
257	Encressen eek the causes of my care; So wel- a- wey, why nil myn herte breste?
257	Envyous day, what list thee so to spyen?
257	For love of god,''quod she, 225` Shal I not witen what ye mene of this?''
257	For me hath he swich hevinesse?
257	For tendernesse, how shal she this sustene, Swich wo for me?
257	For who may holde thing that wol a- way?
257	Fro that demaunde he so descendeth doun To asken hir, if that hir straunge thoughte 860 The Grekes gyse, and werkes that they wroughte?
257	Fro yow soiourne?
257	Han now thus sone Grekes maad yow lene?
257	Hastow nought herd at parlement,''he seyde,` For Antenor how lost is my Criseyde?''
257	Hastow swich lust to been thyn owene fo?
257	He seyde,` Ye, but wole ye now me here?
257	How darstow seyn that fals thy lady is, For any dreem, right for thyn owene drede?
257	How dorste I thenken that folye?
257	How maystow in thyn herte finde 265 To been to me thus cruel and unkinde?
257	How might a wight in torment and in drede And helelees, yow sende as yet gladnesse?
257	How mighte I have in that so hard an herte?
257	How mighte it ever y- red ben or y- songe, The pleynte that she made in hir distresse?
257	How mightestow for reuthe me bigyle?
257	How shal I, wrecche, fare?
257	How shal this longe tyme a- wey be driven, Til that thou be ayein at hir fro me?
257	How sholde I live, if that I from him twinne?
257	How sholde a fish with- oute water dure?
257	How sholde a plaunte or lyves creature Live, with- oute his kinde noriture?
257	I knowe also, and alday here and see, Men loven wommen al this toun aboute; Be they the wers?
257	If harme agree me, wher- to pleyne I thenne?
257	If love be good, from whennes comth my wo?
257	Is it of love?
257	Is that a widewes lyf, so god you save?
257	Is ther no grace, and shal I thus be spilt?
257	Is this al the Ioye and al the feste?
257	Is this the verray mede of your beheste?
257	Is this your reed, is this my blisful cas?
257	It be repeled?
257	Liveth not thy lady?
257	Lo, nece myn, see ye nought how I swete?
257	May I him lette of that?
257	May I not stonden here?''
257	May I nought wel in other folk aspye 775 Hir dredful Ioye, hir constreynt, and hir peyne?
257	May it be no bet?''
257	May ye not ten dayes thanne abyde, For myn honour, in swich an aventure?
257	Maystow not see?''
257	Men mosten axe at seyntes if it is Aught fair in hevene; Why?
257	Now I am gon, whom yeve ye audience?
257	O dere herte eek, that I love so, Who shal that sorwe sleen that ye ben inne?
257	O mercy, god, who wolde have trowed this?
257	O trust, O feyth, O depe aseuraunce, Who hath me reft Criseyde, al my plesaunce?
257	Or love the wers, though wrecches on it cryen?
257	Or woot it Troilus?''
257	Pandare answerde and seyde,` Allas the whyle 1275 That I was born; have I not seyd er this, That dremes many a maner man bigyle?
257	Pandare answerde,` Be we comen hider To fecchen fyr, and rennen hoom ayeyn?
257	Quod Pandarus,` And it your wille be That she may take hir leve, er that she go?''
257	Quod Pandarus,` Ye, nece, wol ye here?
257	Quod she;` And how thus unwist of hem alle?''
257	Quod tho Criseyde,` Wole ye doon o thing, And ye therwith shal stinte al his disese?
257	Right for this fyn?
257	Sey ye me never er now?
257	Shal I nat loven, in cas if that me leste?
257	Shal thus Criseyde awey, for that thou wilt?
257	She seyde,` How shal he doon, and I also?
257	She shal come hastely ayeyn;"And whanne, allas?
257	Shulde be therfor fallen in despeyr, Or be recreaunt for his owene tene, Or sleen him- self, al be his lady fayr?
257	Sin I am free, Sholde I now love, and putte in Iupartye My sikernesse, and thrallen libertee?
257	Slombrestow as in a lytargye?
257	Sone after this, to him she gan to rowne, And asked him if Troilus were there?
257	Spak than Eleyne, and seyde,` Pandarus, 1625 Woot ought my lord, my brother, this matere, I mene, Ector?
257	Sumwhat I bringe,''And seyde,` Who is in his bed so sone 1310 Y- buried thus?''
257	Swich arguments ne been not worth a bene; Wol ye the childish Ialous contrefete?
257	Than spak he thus,` O lady myn Criseyde, Wher is your feyth, and wher is your biheste?
257	That endeth in swich wyse?
257	That knowest best myn herte and al my thought, What shal my sorwful lyf don in this cas 290 If I for- go that I so dere have bought?
257	Thenk eek how Paris hath, that is thy brother, A love; and why shaltow not have another?
257	Tho lough this Pandare, and anoon answerde,` And I thy borw?
257	Thou wenest been a greet devyneresse; Now seestow not this fool of fantasye Peyneth hir on ladyes for to lye?
257	Thyn advertence?
257	Til that the breeth me fayle?
257	To what fyn live I thus?
257	Whan he was come un- to his neces place,` Wher is my lady?''
257	Whan shal I next my dere herte see?
257	Whan shal she com ayeyn?
257	What Ioye hastow thyn owene folk to spille?
257	What eyleth thee To been a Greek, sin thou art born Troian?
257	What han thise loveres thee agilt, Dispitous day?
257	What hastow lost, why sekestow this place, 1455 Ther god thy lyght so quenche, for his grace?
257	What helpeth it to wepen ful a strete, Or though ye bothe in salte teres dreynte?
257	What is me best to do?''
257	What is this to seye?
257	What is your reed I sholde doon of this?''
257	What may this be, That thou dispeyred art thus causelees?
257	What mighte I more doon or seye?''
257	What newe lust, what beautee, what science, 1255 What wratthe of iuste cause have ye to me?
257	What sey ye, no?''
257	What shal I do, allas?
257	What sholde I drecche, or telle of his aray?
257	What sholde I lenger in this tale tarien?
257	What sholde I lenger proces of it make?
257	What sholde I lenger sermon of it holde?
257	What sholde I make of this a long sermoun?
257	What sholde I more telle?
257	What sholden straunge to me doon, Whan he, that for my beste freend I wende, Ret me to love, and sholde it me defende?
257	What shulde I seyn?
257	What unhap may this mene?
257	What wikked spirit tolde him thus?
257	What wol my dere herte seyn to me, Which that I drede never- mo to see?
257	What wolt thow seyn, if I for Eleyne sente To speke of this?
257	What womman coude love swich a wrecche?
257	What wonder is it though he of me have Ioye?
257	What wonder is though that hir sore smerte, Whan she forgoth hir owene swete herte?
257	What woot my fader what lyf that I lede?
257	What?
257	What?''
257	What?''
257	Wher ben hir armes and hir eyen clere, 220 That yesternight this tyme with me were?
257	Whether yet thou thenke up- on Criseyde?
257	Which wey be ye comen, benedicite?''
257	Who can conforten now your hertes werre?
257	Who can the sothe gesse 620 Why Troilus hath al this hevinesse?''
257	Who coude telle aright or ful discryve His wo, his pleynt, his langour, and his pyne?
257	Who is al there?
257	Who may it leve?
257	Who mighte han seyd, that I had doon a- mis To stele awey with swich on as he is?
257	Who mighte telle half the Ioye or feste Which that the sowle of Troilus tho felte, 345 Heringe theffect of Pandarus biheste?
257	Who seigh ever a wys man faren so?
257	Who sey ever or this so dul a man?"
257	Who shal now trowe on any othes mo?
257	Who sit right now or stant in your presence?
257	Who wol deme, though he see a man To temple go, that he the images eteth?
257	Who wolde have wend that, in so litel a throwe, Fortune our Ioye wolde han over- throwe?
257	Whom shal I leve?
257	Why do ye so, Syn wel ye woot the tyme is faste by, That he shal come?
257	Why doth my dere herte thus, allas?''
257	Why leet I you from hennes go, For which wel neigh out of my wit I breyde?
257	Why leet ich hir to go?
257	Why lystow in this wyse, Sin thy desyr al holly hastow had, 395 So that, by right, it oughte y- now suffyse?
257	Why ne hadde I swich on with my soule y- bought, Ye, or the leeste Ioye that was there?
257	Why ne hastow to thy- selven som resport, 850 Why woltow thus thy- selve, allas, for- do?
257	Why nere I deed?
257	Why nil I bringe al Troye upon a rore?
257	Why nil I helpen to myn owene cure?''
257	Why nil I rather with a man or two Stele hir a- way?
257	Why niltow do me deye?
257	Why niltow lete hir fro thyn herte go?
257	Why niltow love an- other lady swete, That may thyn herte setten in quiete?
257	Why niltow over us hove, As longe as whanne Almena lay by Iove?
257	Why sholde than for ferd thyn herte quake?
257	Why so?''
257	Why twinned be we tweyne?"''
257	Why wiltow me fro Ioye thus depryve?
257	Why wol I this endure?
257	Why, Troilus, what thenkestow to done?
257	Wol he have pleynte or teres, er I wende?
257	Wol ye do thus, for shame?''
257	Wol ye so?
257	` A ring?''
257	` And if that at myn owene lust I brenne, Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my pleynte?
257	` And therfor wostow what I thee beseche?
257	` And thou, my suster, ful of discomfort,''Quod Pandarus,` what thenkestow to do?
257	` And wostow why I am the lasse a- fered Of this matere with my nece trete?
257	` Artow in Troye, and hast non hardiment To take a womman which that loveth thee, And wolde hir- selven been of thyn assent?
257	` Be ye mad?
257	` Beth nought agast, ne quaketh nat; wher- to?
257	` But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330 If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight Hath loved paramours as wel as thou?
257	` But he that parted is in every place 960 Is no- wher hool, as writen clerkes wyse; What wonder is, though swich oon have no grace?
257	` But tel me how, thou that woost al this matere, How I might best avaylen?
257	` But tel me this, why thou art now so mad To sorwen thus?
257	` But wene ye that every wrecche woot 890 The parfit blisse of love?
257	` But whider is thy reed,''quod Troilus,` That we may pleye us best in al this toun?''
257	` Can he wel speke of love?''
257	` Ector,''quod they,` what goost may yow enspyre This womman thus to shilde and doon us lese Daun Antenor?
257	` Endeth than love in wo?
257	` For how might ever sweetnesse have be knowe To him that never tasted bitternesse?
257	` Hadde I him never leef?
257	` Hastow not lived many a yeer biforn With- outen hir, and ferd ful wel at ese?
257	` Have I thee nought honoured al my lyve, As thou wel wost, above the goddes alle?
257	` How bisy, if I love, eek moste I be To plesen hem that Iangle of love, and demen, 800 And coye hem, that they sey non harm of me?
257	` How doon this folk that seen hir loves wedded By freendes might, as it bi- tit ful ofte, 345 And seen hem in hir spouses bed y- bedded?
257	` How hastow thus unkindely and longe Hid this fro me, thou fool?''
257	` How mighte I thanne do?''
257	` How ofte tyme hath it y- knowen be, The treson, that to womman hath be do?
257	` How shal I do?
257	` How sholde I thus ten dayes ful endure, Whan I the firste night have al this tene?
257	` I?
257	` I?
257	` I?
257	` If no love is, O god, what fele I so?
257	` Loke up, I seye, and tel me what she is Anoon, that I may goon aboute thy nede; Knowe ich hir ought?
257	` Ne that I shal han cause in this matere,''495 Quod he,` to pleyne, or after yow to preche?''
257	` No, certes, brother,''quod this Troilus,` And why?''
257	` No?
257	` Now set a cas, the hardest is, y- wis, Men mighten deme that he loveth me; 730 What dishonour were it un- to me, this?
257	` Now wherby that I telle yow al this?
257	` Now, uncle dere,''quod she,` tel it us For goddes love; is than the assege aweye?
257	` O mercy, god, what lyf is this?''
257	` O wery goost, that errest to and fro, Why niltow fleen out of the wofulleste Body, that ever mighte on grounde go?
257	` Thanne if I ne hadde spoken, as grace was, Ye wolde han slayn your- self anoon?''
257	` To what fyn sholde I live and sorwen thus?
257	` To- morwe?
257	` What cas,''quod Troilus,` or what aventure Hath gyded thee to see my languisshinge, That am refus of euery creature?
257	` What is the sonne wers, of kinde righte, Though that a man, for feblesse of his yen, May nought endure on it to see for brighte?
257	` What mighte I wene, and I hadde swich a thought, 1065 But that god purveyth thing that is to come For that it is to come, and elles nought?
257	` What shal I doon?
257	` What that I mene, O swete herte dere?''
257	` What trowe ye the peple eek al aboute Wolde of it seye?
257	` What wene ye your wyse fader wolde Han yeven Antenor for yow anoon, 905 If he ne wiste that the citee sholde Destroyed been?
257	` What?
257	` What?
257	` Which hous?''
257	` Who seeth yow now, my righte lode- sterre?
257	` Who, Troilus?
257	` Whom sholde I thanke but yow, god of love, Of al this blisse, in which to bathe I ginne?
257	` Why do ye with your- selven thus amis?''
257	` Why nil I make at ones riche and pore To have y- nough to done, er that she go?
257	` Why, no, parde; what nedeth more speche?''
257	` Why, uncle myn,''quod she,` who tolde him this?
257	` Wostow that wel?''
257	` Wot ye not wel that noble and heigh corage Ne sorweth not, ne stinteth eek for lyte?
257	` Ye, holy god,''quod she,` what thing is that?
257	` Ye, nece, wole ye pullen out the thorn That stiketh in his herte?''
257	` Ye, swete herte?
257	is this nought wysly spoken?''
257	quod Troilus,` To knowe of this, ye, were it never so lyte?''
257	quod he,` who causeth al this fare?
257	quod she,` what wordes may ye bringe?
257	thoughte he,` wher hastow woned, That art so fair and goodly to devyse?''
257	what is this wonder maladye?
257	what may this be?