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发表于 2008-5-1 23:41:37
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Troy
Paris: I love her.
Hector:It's all a game to you, isn't it?You roam from town to town, bedding merchants' wives and temple mates.You think you know something about love.What about your father's love? You spat on him when you brought her on this ship!What about the love for your country?You'd let Troy burn for this woman?I won't let you start a war for her.
Paris: May I speak?What you're saying is true. I've wronged you. I've wronged our father.If you want to take Helen back to Sparta, so be it.But I go with her.
Hector:To Sparta? They'll kill you.
Paris: Then I'll die fighting.
Hector:Oh, and that sounds heroic to you,doesn't it? To die fighting.Little brother, have you ever killed a man?
Paris: No.
Hector:Ever seen a man die in combat?
Paris: No.
Hector:I've killed men, and I've heard them dying.And I've watched them dying.And there's nothing glorious about it.Nothing poetic.You say you want to die for love.You know nothing about dying.And you know nothing about love! |
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