Monologue

Hector Monologue from Troilus and Cressida

From Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare

male · contemplative · 1:12 min

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Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I, As far as toucheth my particular, Yet, dread Priam, There is no lady of more softer bowels, More spongy to suck in the sense of fear, More ready to cry out ‘Who knows what follows?’ Than Hector is. The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure; but modest doubt is call’d The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th’ bottom of the worst. Let Helen go. Since the first sword was drawn about this question, Every tithe soul ’mongst many thousand dismes Hath been as dear as Helen—I mean, of ours. If we have lost so many tenths of ours To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to us, Had it our name, the value of one ten, What merit’s in that reason which denies The yielding of her up?

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Hector reflects on the futility of war and the value of love, questioning the worth of fighting over Helen amidst the losses endured in battle.

30s · fear · honor · war · loss · identity

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