Monologue

Diomedes Monologue from Troilus and Cressida

From Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 28 sec

She’s bitter to her country. Hear me, Paris: For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian’s life hath sunk; for every scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight A Trojan hath been slain. Since she could speak, She hath not given so many good words breath As for her Greeks and Trojans suff’red death.

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