The Lord Of The Rings by William Shakespeare
SCENE V. Mines. Before Moria.
Alarum. Enter TROLL, GANDALF, ARAGORN, LEGOLAS, GIMLI, FRODO, SAM, MERRY, PIPPIN and BOROMIR
Out upon it, old carrion! Rebels it at these years?
I say the orc and goblin is my flesh and blood.
There is less difference between thy flesh and theirs than between Saruman and Sauron.
There I have another bad match, who dare scarce show his head on the Rivendell; a beggar that used to come so smug upon the mine; let him look to his Ring. He was wont to call me a Troll; let him look to his Ring: he was wont to steal treasures for an Elven cur’sy; let him look to his Ring.
Why, I am sure if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh! What’s that good for?
To bait Men withal; if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrac’d me and hind’red me, laugh’d at my losses, mock’d at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what’s his reason? I am a Troll. Hath not a Troll eyes? Hath not a Troll hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Man is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Troll wrongs a Man, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Man wrongs a Troll, what should his sufferance be by mortal example? Why, revenge! The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.