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TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
- 2 there angry, Pandaros?
iekia to me, therefor sean she were in
29 Priday, as Helen is 2.391: I care not, an shie algae to the
fair tanheber you do os no La debied her father; let hi
to her the next time I Il Lcddie nor make bo mor
PRIAM, King of Troy.
THERSITES, a deformed and scnrrilous Grecian. Hector, TroiLUs, Paris, His Sons. }
ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida. DEIPHOBUS, HELENUS,
Servant to Troilus.-Servant to Paris.-Servant to
HELEN, Wife to Menelans.
ANDROMACHE, Wile to Hector. MARGARELON, a bastard Son of Priam.
CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam; a Prophetess. AGAMEMNON, the Grecian General.
CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas. MENELAUS, his Brother.
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants. ACHILLES, AJAX, Ulysses, Nes-> Grecian Com.
TOR, DIOMEDES, PATROCLUS, } manders. Scene, Troy, and the Grecian camp before it.
se not there, this wom
Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for
my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He
Tro. Have I not tarried:
Por. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the Of cruel war: sixty and nine, that wore
bolting. Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay
Tro. Have I not tarried ?
Tro. Still have I tarried.
word-hereafter, the kneading, the making of the
At Priam's royal table do I sit;
And when faii Cressid comes into my thoughts,Sperr 1 up the sons of Troy.
So, traitor!-when she comes !--Wheo is she Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
thence On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,
Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than Sets all on hazard :-- And hither am I come
ever I saw her look, or any woman else. A prologue arni’d,--but not in confidence
Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my hea :t, Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited As wedged with a sigh, would rive + in twain; lu like conditions as our argument,
Lest Hector or my father shonld perceive me,
I have (as when the sun doth light a storm),
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
comparison between the women,- But, for my part,
talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your
sister Cassandra's wit; but
Tro. O Pandarus! I tell tliee, Pandarus,-SCENE 1.–Troy. Before Priam's Palace. When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd
Reply not in how many fathoms deep
They lie indrenchid. I tell thee, I am mad
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;
Handlest in thy discourse, o, that her hand, Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath bone.
In whose comparison all whites ar ink, Pan. Will this geer ( ne'er be mended!
Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their The cygnet's down is harshi, and spirit of sense strength,
Hard as the palm of plonglumen! This thou tell'st me,
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
The knite that made it.
Pan. I speak no more than truth.
Tro. Thou dost not speak so much. • Proud, disdainful. + Freight. Shut.
Pan. 'Faith, I'll not incddle in't. Let her be as Avaunt, what went before. . servant to a knight. I Habit. • Weaker.
is to be from thence.
a, from the field te Pas is returned home, on Eneast
a ty Menelaus. ha bleed: 'tis but a sca
Menelaus' hom. - What good sport is ou
thone, if sould I might ** Mi abroad ;-Are you be
Sit baste. but go we then together. SENE II.-The sone.- À Later (Essida and ALEXA iba were those went by 1 Ba Hecu 4, and Helen,
whithe i go they? La dhe tastern tower, dal contands as subject
balls Hector, whose Seat, ax'd, in-day was my as faronache, and struck
ed as here were hushandry
rose, he was han Lloes he, where e 1 we, weep what it ic This cause of 211 We goes this: The
Tirgan blood, nephew u rends and what of him?
The us a very biar
all men ; unless the levaan, lady, hath ro
she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she of their particular addition, •; he is as valiant as be not, she has the mends in her own hands. the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the ele.
Tro. Guod Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? phant: a man into whom nature hath so crowded Pan. I have had my labour for my travail; ill. humours, that his valonr is crush'd + into folly, his thought on ot ber, and ill-thought on of you: gone folly sauced with discretion : there is no man hath between and between, but small thanks for my la
a virtile, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any bour.
man an attaint, but he carries some stain of it: he Tro. What, art thoa angry, Pandarus ? What, is melancholy without cause, and merry against the with me?
hairt: he bath the joints of every thing; but every Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, she's thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sun and no sight. day. But what care 11 I care not, an she were a ('res. But how should this man, that makes me block-a-moor; 'uis all one lo ine.
smile, make Hector angry? Tro. Say 1, she is not fair?
Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in
Cres. Who comes here?
Aler. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Crys. Hector's a gailant man.
Pan. What's that? What's that?
talk of?-Good inorrow, Alexander.-How do you, Frols on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
cousin? When were you at llum?
Cres. This morning, uncle.
Pan. What were you talking of, when I came?
Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere
ye came to But Pandarus-( gods, how do you plague me!
llium? Helen was not up, was she? I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
Cres. Hector was gone, but Helen was not up. And he', as letchy to be woo'd to woo,
Pan. Even so; Hector was stirring early. As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
Cres. That were we talking on, and of his anger.
Pan. Was lie angry?
Cres. So he says here.
Pan. True, he was so ; I know the cause too;
he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: Let it be call'd the wide and wandering flood;
and there is Troilus will not come far behind him; Oarself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar,
let then take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that
Cres. What, is he angry too?
Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of
the two. afield?
Cres, 0, Jupiter! there's no comparison.
Do you know a man if you see him?
Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew
Ene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. Pan. Well, I say, Troilas is Troilus.
Cres. Then you say as I say ; for, I am sure, he is
Pan. Hunseli? Alas, poor Troilus! I would he
Pan. -'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India.
Pan. Himself? No, he's not himself. 'Would 'a SCENE II.-The same.--A Street.
were himself! Well, the gods are above; time must
friend, or end; well, Troilus, well.--I would my Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
beart were in her body !--No, Hector is not a Cres. Who were those went by ?
better man than Troilus.
Cres. Excuse me,
Pan. He is elder.
Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.
me another tale, when the other's come to'l. HecIs, as a virtue, tix'd, to-day was moved :
tor shall not have his wit this year.
Pan. Nor his qualities;-
Cres. No matter.
C'res. "Twould not become him, his own's better.
Pan. You have no judgment, niece : Helen herCres. What was his cause of anger?
self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown Alex. The noise goes this : There is among the favour, (for so 'lis, I must confess,) - Not brown Greeks
Cres. No, but brown.
Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
Cres. To say the truth, true and not true.' Aler. They say he is a very man per se t,
Pan. She praised his complexion above Paris.
Cres. Whiy Paris hath colour enough.
Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : if Aler. This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts she praised him above, his complexion is higher • Suits,
* By himself.
Dies mto my thagh3,Cuines-Whia
resterisht fare te
Weman prve Phee,- Bleti mr be aid rire.in #2r; tid percenr me, ith light & sirdi,
of a smi'e: din speming gladness, to sudden dress
somewtat ca 7, there were no 3? men,-Bot, for at det Dulu not, as they lurrito ...(niets tad bist be
si bot distrais ice. hree, Paodaras,
mt no lie drown'd
Shee, I um mad TES, Sbe is laur;
heart Aber alt, her vade; ?, at her basu, Tilak, : Si IZETT aWri olsence 7. Thibeateli sme, Tv-I lure her;
and laini, thie hau giren 3
3 turth. w much. Dit in't Let her be as
than his; he having colour enough, and the other Pan. That's Æneas; is not that a brave man
Cres. Who's that?
ANTENOR passes over.
Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She caine to him tell you; and he's a inan good enough: he's one the other day into a compass'd • window,-and, you
o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. a proper man of person :-- When comes Troilus ! Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon
I'll shew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall bring his particulars therein to a total.
see him nod at me.
Pan. You shall see.
Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.
JIECTOR passes over.
there's a fellow!-Go thy way, Hector ;-There's Cres. Juno have mercy!-How came it cloven? a brave man, niece.- brave llector!-Look, how
Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his he looks! There's a countenance : Is't not a brave
Cres. 0, a brave man!
Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart gond-
Look you what hacks are on his helmet? Look
Pan. Why, go to, then :-But to prove to you that no jesting : there's laying on; take't off who will,
as they say: There be hacks!
Paris passes over.
Pan. Swords? Any thing, he cares not: an the Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you devil come to him, it's all one : By god's lid, it love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' the does one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yonshell,
der comes Paris, look ye yonder, niece ; Is't not s Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think bow she gallant man too, is't not!-Why, this is brave now. tickled his chin;- Indeed, she has a marvellous - Who said, he came hurt home to-day! He's not white hand, I must needs confess.
hart : why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Cres. Without the rack.
Ha! 'would I could see Troilus now!-- You shall
Cres. Who's that?
Helenus passes over.
Pan. That's Helenus,-1 marvel, where Troilus (res. With mill-stones i.
15:--That's Helenas ;-I think he went not forth to Pan. And Cassandra lanigh'd.
day :-That's Helenus. Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. Helenus ? No ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent Pan. And Hector laugh'd.
well:-I marvel, where Troilus is Hark; do you Cies. At what was all this laughing?
not hear the people cry, Troilus ?-- Helenus is a
Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?
Troilus passes orer.
Troilus ! There's a man, niece !-Hem Brave Cirs. What was his answer?
Troilus! the prince of chivalry !
Pan. Mack him; note bim;-0 brave Troilus !-
Look well upon him, niece; jook you, how his Pun. That's true; make no question of that. One sword is biodied, and his helnie 'more hack'd a drillu hais, quoth he, and one white: That white than Hector's; and how he looks, and how be hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. J11- goes !--0) admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and prer! quoth he', which of these huirs is Puris, my i wenty. Go ihy way, Troulus, go thy way: had! husband? The forked one. quoch he, pluck it out, it sister were a grace, or a daughter á goddess, he an give it him. But, there was such laughing should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? anni Heien so blush'd, and Paris so chased, and all - Paris is dire to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to the rest so lang 'd, that it passed $.
change, would give an eye to boot. Crus. So let it now; for it has been a great while
Forces gass over the Stage. going by
Pun. Well, cousin, i told you a thing yesterday; Cres. Here come more. thirik on't.
Pan Asses, fools, dolls! Chaff and bran, chaff Cips. So I do.
and bran! Porridge after meat! I could live and Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, die i' the eyes of iroitus. Ne'er look, ne'er Jouk: an 'were a man born in April.
the engles are gone ; crows and daw's, crows and cies. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'were a daws! I had rather be such a man as Troijus, than nettie agens! May.
(A Retreat sounded. Agamennon and all Greece. Pun. Hark, they are coming from the field: (res. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; & Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass better man than Troilus. toward Ilium! Good nece, do; sweet niece, Cres. l'un. Achilles ? A drayman, a porter, a very sida.
camel. ('res. At your pleasure.
(res. Well, well. Pan. Heie, Here, here's an excellent place; here Pan. Well, well?-Why, have you any diserewe may sre most bravely: I'll tell you them all tion? Have you any eyes? Do you know what a by their names, as they pass by ; but mark Troilus man is? Is not buth, beauty, good shape, disabure the rest.
course, manhood, learning, gentleness, Æsgas passes over the Stage.
youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt
ibat season a man ? Cres. Speak not so loud.
Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be based • Bow. + Thief. 1 A proverbial saying.
• A term in the game at cards called Noddy. $ Went beyond all bounds.
with no date in the pie,-for then the man's date , Great Agamennon, Nestor shall apply
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
How inany shallow bauble boats dare sail
The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide
In storms of fortune: for, in her ray and brightEnter Troilus' Boy.
ness, Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with The herd bath more annoyance by the brize +, you.
Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And with an accent turn'd in self-same key, Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
Returns to chiding fortune.
Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
[Erit Pandarus. In whom the tempers and the minds of all Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks. He offers in another's enterprize:
Besides the applause and approbation
The which,-eust mighty for thy place and sway,-
(To Agamemnon. Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooiny: And thou most reverend for the stretch'd-out lite, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing :
170 Nestor. That she beloved knows naught, that knows not | I give to both your speeches,—which were such, this,
As Agamemnon and ihe hand of Greece
As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,
Shonld with a bond of air (strong as the axletree
On which heaven rides), knit all the Greekish ears Achievement is command ; ungain'd, beseech : To his experienced tongue,--yet let it please both,Then though my heart's content firm love doth Thou great, -and wise,-to hear Ulysses speak. bear,
Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca ; and bel of less Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (Erit.
That matter needless, of importless burden, SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp.-Before Aca. Divide thy lips; than we are confident, MEMNON'S Tent.
When rank Thersites opes his mastili jaws,
We shall hear music, wit, and oracie.
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
And the great icctor's sword had lack'd a master,
But for these instances.
And, Took, how many Greciau tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
To whom the foragers shall all repair,
Tue unworthiest sheus as fairly in the mask.
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this Tortive and errant | from his course of growth.
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Insisture 1, course, proportion, season, form, That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls Office, and custom, in all line of order: stand ;
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,
In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And posts, like the commandment of a king,
planets, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;
In evil mixtuie, to disorder wander, And think them shames, which are, indeed, naught What plagues, and what portents ? What mutiny else
What raging of the sea? Shaking of earth? But the protractive trials of great Jove,
Commotion in the winds? Prights, changes, horrors,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate it
The unity and married calm of states
Which is the ladder of all high designs,
The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,
+ The gad-tly that stings cattle.
•• Without. i Twisted and rambling.
Since. # Force up by the roots. # Joined by affinity.
The throne. 11 Corporations, companies. $$ Divided.
1, uncle! es, he'll 53ht india Dei'us is Hark, die , Trullus --Heicom
low comes yonder! ssrs ercr. That's Deiphnber Diece-Hem-*
peace! ;1;-) brave Tree re; Inos pie, bo * heinamere ! ne koks, and AT* he ne'er aware 82€, go thy way,
ter a poderos, iamrabie Lan!
| warrant, Bee o boot.
.., & porter, & FO"
i'e you aar die
Jo Boss bal} f. ford shape,
Citeres €, the space and S
od then to be baie
ds cailed Netay.
But by degree, stand in authentic place?
To match us in comparisons with dirt;
To weaken and discredit our exposure,
Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice;
Forestall prescience, and esteem po act
But that of hand : the still and inental parts,
They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet war:
So that the ram, that baliers down the wall, And appetite, an universal wolt,
Por the great swing and rudeness of his poise, So doubly seconded with will and power,
They place before his hand that made the engine;
Or those, that with the fineness of their souls
Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse
Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpet suunds.
Agam. What trumpet ? Look, Menelaus.
Men. From Troy.
Agam. What would you 'fore our tent?
ne. Is this
Greal Agamemnon's tent, I pray?
Agan. Even this.
Æne. May one, that is a herald, and a prince,
Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice
Call Agamemnon head and general.
A stranger to those most iniperial looks
I ask, lhat I might waken reverence,
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The youthful Phebus.
which is that god in office, guiding men?
Which is the high and mighly Agamemnon?
Are ceremonious courtiers.
#ne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich As bending angels ; that's their fame in peace: To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, 'Twist his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldagel-Guod arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's Such to-be-piled and v'er-wrested seeming
The worthiness of praise disdains his worth
Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas?
Agam. What's your atlair, I pray you?
ane. Sir, pardon ; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Oi parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wite:
Agam. He hears nauglit privately, that comes Yet good Achille's still cries, Excellent !
I bring a trumpet to awake his ear;
To set his sense on the attentive bent,
Agun. Speak frankly as the wind;
He tells thee so himselt.
Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;-
And every Greek of metile, let him know,
What Tioy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud.
We have, great Agamemnon, here in Tiny
A prince call'd Hector, (Priam is his father,)
Who in this dull and long.continued truce
Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet,
And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords!
That holds his honour higher than his ease;
That loves his mistress more than in confession, (A siave, whose gall soins slanders like a mint,) (With truant rows to her own lips he loves,)
And dare avow her beauty and her worth, • Absolute.
+ Army, force. In other arms than hers,-to him this challenge. #lo modern language, lakes us ofi.
Hector, in view of Trojans and of Creeks,
** Unadapled. Le hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,