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TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
PRIAM, King of Troy.
DIOMEDES, Grecian Commanders.
THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian. DEIPHOBUS,
ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida. HELENUS,
Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Servant lo ÆNEAS,
ANDROMACHE, Wife to Hector.
CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam, a Prophetess. MENELAUS, his Brother.
Cressida, Daughter to Calchas.
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants. ULYSSES,
SCENE, Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.
In Troy there lies the scene. From isles of Greece | And Antenorides, with massy staples,
On one and other side, Trojan and Greek
In like conditions as our argument, With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel. To tell you, fair beholders, that our play To Tenedos they come;
Leaps o'er the vaunt 5 and firstlings of those broils, And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge 'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away Their warlike fraughtage 2: Now on Dardan plains To what may be digested in a play. The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ; Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city, Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan,
SCENE I. - Troy. Before Priam's Palace.
Enter Troilus armed, and PandaRUS. Tro. Call here my varlet}, I'll unarm again : Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Proud, disdainful.
That find such cruel battle here within ?
Pan. Will this geer 6 ne'er be mended ?
2 Freight 3 Servant
strength, 4 Shut. 5 Avaunt, what went before, 6 Habit.
Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, she's But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, Tamer than sleep, fonder 7 than ignorance; she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on SunAnd skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.
day. But what care I ? I care not, an she were a Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for black-a-moor ; 'tis all one to me. my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, Tro. Say I, she is not fair ? that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's the grinding
a fool to stay behind her father ; let her to the Tro. Have I not tarried ?
Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the For my part, l'll meddle nor make no more in the bolting.
matter. Tro. Have I not tarried ?
Tro. Pandarus, – Pan. Ay, the bolting ; but you must tarry the Pan. Not I. leavening.
Tro. Sweet Pandarus, Tro. Still have I tarried.
Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will Pan. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the leave all as I found it, and there an end. word — hereafter, the kneading, the making of the
[Exit PandARUS. An Alaruin. cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to
rude sounds! burn your lips.
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, When with your blood you daily paint her thus. Doth lesser blench 8 at sufferance than I do. I cannot fight upon this argument; At Priam's royal table do I sit ;
It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, - But, Pandarus — O gods, how do you plague me! So, traitor! when she comes ! — When is she I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; thence?
And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than ever As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. I saw her look, or any woman else.
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, Tro. I was about to tell thee, - When my heart, What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? As wedged with a sigh, would rive 9 in twain; Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl : Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Between our Ilium, and where she resides, I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood; Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile :
Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than
Alarum. Enter NEAS. Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more comparison between the women, — But, for my part,
Æne. How now, prince Troilus ? wherefore not
a-field ? she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it,
Tro. Because not there : This woman's answer praise her, But I would somebody had heard her
sorts, talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your For womanish it is to be from thence. sister Cassandra's wit; but —
What news, Æneas, from the field to-day ? Tro. ( Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd,
Tro. By whom? Reply not in how many fathoms deep
By Menelaus. They lie indrench’d. Í tell thee, I am mad
Let him bleed. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair;
(Alarum. Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town toHer eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;
day! Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were maxIn whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach ; to whose soft seizure But, to the sport abroad ; — Are you bound thither?
Æne. In all swift haste. The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Come, go we then together. Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'st me, As true thou tell’st me, when I say,
I love her ;
SCENE II. A Street.
Enter Cressida and ALEXANDER.
Cres. Who were those went by ?
Queen Hecuba, and Helen. she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she Cres. And whither go they ? be not, she has the mends in her own hands.
Up to the eastern tower, Tro. Good Pandarus! how now, Pandarus ? Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
Pan. I have had my labour for my travel ; ill-To see the battle. Hector, whose patience thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : gone Is, as a virtue, fix’d, to-day was mov'd : between and between, but small thanks for my labour. He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer ; Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with And, like as there were husbandry in war, me?
Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light,
And to the field goes he ; where every flower, Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would he Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
were, In Hector's wrath.
Cres. So he is. Cres.
What was his cause of anger ? Pan. – 'Condition I had gone barefoot to India. Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among the
Cres. He is not Hector.
Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself. - 'Would A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector ; ’a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time They call him Ajax.
must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, - I would Cres.
Good ; and what of him ? my heart were in her body! — No, Hector is not a Aur. They say he is a very man per se ,
better man than Troilus. And stands alone.
Cres. Excuse me. Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, Pan. He is elder. or have no legs.
Cres. Pardon me, pardon me. Aler. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell me of their particular additions 3; he is as valiant as the another tale, when the other's come to’t. Hector lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant : a shall not have his wit this year. man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. that his valour is crushed into + folly, his folly sauced Pan. Nor his qualities; with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that Cres. No matter. he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint,
Pan. Nor his beauty. but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy Cres. 'Twould not become him, his own's without cause, and merry against the hair 5: He hath better. the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen her joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,) - Not brown
Cres. But how should this man, that makes me neither. smile, make Hector angry?
Cres. No, but brown. iler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. and waking.
Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough.
Pan. So he has.
Cres. Then Troilus should have too much : if she Cres. Who comes here?
praised him above, his complexion is higher than Aler. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
his; he having colour enough, and the other higher, Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I Aler. As may be in the world, lady.
had as lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Pan. What's that? what's that?
Troilus for a copper nose. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: what do better than Paris. you talk of? — Good morrow, Alexander, - How Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. do you, cousin ? When were you at Ilium ?
Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to Cres. This morning, uncle.
him the other day into a compassed 6 window,Pan. What were you talking of when I came? and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium?
on his chin. Helen was not up, was she?
Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetick may soon Cres. Hector was gone ; but Helen was not up. bring his particulars therein to a total. Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early.
Pan. Why, he is very young; and yet will he, Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector. Pan. Was he angry?
Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter ?? Cres. So he says, here.
Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him ; Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too ; she came, and puts me her white hand to his he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and cloven chin, there is Troilus will not come far behind him ; let Cres. Juno have mercy ! - How came it cloven ? them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his Cres. What, is he angry, too?
smiling becomes him better than any man in all Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man Phrygia. of the two.
Cres. O, he smiles valiantly.
Pan. Does he not?
Pan. Why, go to then :- But to prove to you
Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure he is prove it so. not Hector.
Pan. Troilus? why he esteems her no more than Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some I esteem an addle egg. degrees.
Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell.
Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she % By himself
3 Characters. Mingled with
tickled his chin; - Indeed, she has a marvellous
Hector passes over. white hand, I must needs confess.
Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that: Cres. Without the rack. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair There's a fellow ! - Go thy way, Hector ; – There's
a brave man, niece. - O brave, Hector ! - Look, on his chin.
how he looks! there's a countenance : Is't not a Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.
brave man? Pan. But, there was such laughing; — Queen Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er.
Cres. 0, a brave man!
Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good. – Cres. With mill-stones. 8 Pan. And Cassandra laughed.
Look you what hacks are on his helmet? look you Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under yonder, do you see ? look you there! There's no the pot of her
jesting : there's laying on; tak’t off who will, as Did her eyes run o'er too?
eyes ; Pan. And Hector laughed.
they say: there be hacks!
Cres. Be those with swords?
passes over. on Troilus' chin.
Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not : an the Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have devil come to him, it's all one: - - Yonder comes laughed too.
Paris, yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece; Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair as at Is't not a gallant man, too, is't not ?— Why, this is his pretty answer.
brave now. - Who said, he came hurt home to-day? Cres. What was his answer ?
he's not hurt: why this will do Helen's heart good Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on
now. Ha! would I could see Troilus now !-- you your chin, and one of them is white.
shall see Troilus anon. Cres. This is her question.
Cres. Who's that? Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One
Helenos passes over. and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white : That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Ju- Pan. That's Helenus, - I marvel, where Troilus piter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my is : That's Helenus; I think he went not forth husband? The forked one, quoth he ; pluck it out, to-day: That's Helenus. and give it him. But, there was such laughing ! Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all Pan. Helenus? no; —
yes, he'll fight indifferent the rest so laughed, that it passed.9
well: -I marvel, where Troilus is ! – Hark; do Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while you not hear the people cry, Troilus ? - Helenus is going by.
a priest. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder? think on't.
TROILUS passes over.
Pan. Where ? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis an 'twere a man born in April.
Troilus! there's a man, niece!. Hem! - Brave Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a
Troilus! the prince of chivalry! nettle against May.
[A Retreat sounded.
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace ! Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Shall Pan. Mark him ; note him ;
O brave Troilus! we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward look well upon him, niece; look you, how his Ilium ? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida. sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Cres. At your pleasure.
Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes! Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here O admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he above the rest.
should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris?
Paris is dirt to him ; and, I warrant, Helen, to Æneas passes over the Stage.
change, would give an eye to boot. Cres. Speak not so loud.
Forces pass over the Stage. Pan. That's Æneas; Is not that a brave man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you : But
Cres. Here come more. mark Troilus; you shall see anon.
Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chall Cres. Who's that ?
and bran; porridge after meat! I could live and die
i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the ANTENOR passes over.
eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Aga. can tell you ; and he's a man good enough : he's memnon and all Greece. one o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever,
Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; & and a proper man of person : When comes Troi- better man than Troilus. lus? I'll show you Troilus anon; if he see me,
Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. you shall see him nod at me.
Cres. Well, well. Cres. Will he give you the nod ?'
Pan. Well, well ? Why, have you any discrePan. You shall see.
tion? have you any eyes? Do you know what 3 Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more. man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse,
manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberal8 A proverbial saying. 9 Went beyond bounds.
ity, and such like, the spice and salt that season a "A terın in the game at cards called noddy.
Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked | Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, with no date ? in the pye, - for then the man's date Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply is out.
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance, Enter Troilus' Boy.
Lies the true proof of men : The sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
With those of nobler bulk.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come : [Exit Boy. The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
Bounding between the two moist elements,
Like Perseus' horse : Where's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fled,
(Exit PandarUS. | Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and brightHe offers in another's enterprize :
ness, But more in Troilus thousand fold I see
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize 6, Than in the glass of Pandar’s praise may be : Than by the tiger : but when the splitting wind Yet hold I off.
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not And flies fled under shade, why, then, the thing of this,
And, with an accent tun’d the self-same key,
Returns to chiding fortune.
Agamemnon, Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech : Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. [Exit. In whom the tempers and the minds of all
Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks.
Besides the applause and approbation,
most mighty for thy place and sway,
[To AGAMEMNON. Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, Nestor, Ulysses, And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, — MENELAUS, and others.
[To Nestor. Agam. Princes,
give to both your speeches, - which were such, What grief hath set the jaundice on your checks ? As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece The ample proposition, that hope makes
Should hold up high in brass; and such again,
As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,
To his experienc'd tongue, — yet let it please
both, Tortive and errants from his course of growth.
and wise, to hear Ulysses speak. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca ; and be't of less
Divide thy lips : than we are confident,
When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws,
We shall hear musick, wit, and oracle.
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
But for these instances.
And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
When that the general is not like the hive,
To whom the foragers shall all repair,
The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Office, and custom, in all line of order ;
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,
In noble eminence enthron’d and spher'd
Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye
6 The gad-fly that stings cattle. * Expectation,
8 Rights of authority. 9 Masked. Constancy.