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Troilus and Cressida (Modern)

Author: William Shakespeare

Editor: W. L. Godshalk

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Troilus and Cressida (Modern)
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  1. Prologue
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Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
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Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
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[5.4]

Enter Thersites in excursion.

¶Thersites Now they are clapper-clawing one another, I'll ¶go look on. That dissembling, abominable varlet, Diomed, 3335has got that same scurvy, doting, foolish young ¶knave's sleeve of Troy there in his helm. I would fain ¶see them meet, that that same young Trojan ass that loves ¶the whore there might send that Greekish whoremasterly ¶villain with the sleeve back to the dissembling, 3340luxurious drab of a sleeveless errant. O'th't'other side, ¶the policy of those crafty swearing rascals -- that stale ¶old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, ¶Ulysses -- is not proved worth a blackberry. They set ¶me up in policy that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that 3345dog of as bad a kind, Achilles. And now is the cur ¶Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm ¶today. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaim ¶barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.

Enter Diomed [with Cressida's sleeve in his helmet] and Troilus.

3350Soft, here comes sleeve and th'other.

[He stands aside.]

¶Troilus Fly not, for shouldst thou take the river Styx,

¶I would swim after.
¶Diomed
	Thou dost miscall retire.

¶I do not fly, but advantageous care

3355Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.

¶Have at thee.

[They fight.]

¶Thersites Hold thy whore, Grecian. Now for thy whore, ¶Trojan. Now the sleeve, now the sleeve.

[Exeunt Diomed and Troilus, fighting.]

Enter Hector.

3360Hector What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector's match?

¶Art thou of blood and honor?

¶Thersites No, no, I am a rascal, a scurvy, railing knave, ¶a very filthy rogue.

¶Hector I do believe thee. Live.

[Exit.]

3365Thersites God-a-mercy that thou wilt believe me. But a ¶plague break thy neck for frighting me. What's become ¶of the wenching rogues? I think they have ¶swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle ¶-yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them.

Exit.