Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
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of Troylus and Cresseida.
110day as Hellen, is on Sunday, but what I? I care not and shee
¶were a blackeamore, tis all one to mee.
¶her the next time I see her for my part Ile meddle nor make
¶no more ith'matter.
¶Troy. Sweete Pandarus.
¶found it and there an end.
Exit.
¶
Sound alarum.
¶Fooles on both sides, Helleu must needes be faire,
125When with your bloud you daylie paint her thus,
¶I cannot fight vpon this argument:
¶But Pandarus: O gods! how do you plague me
130And he's as teachy to be wood to woe,
¶Tell me Apollo for thy Daphues loue
¶Her bed is India there she lies, a pearle,
135Betweene our Ilium, and where shee reides
¶Let it be cald the wild and wandring flood:
¶Our doubtfull hope, our conuoy and our barke.
¶
Alarum Enter Æneas.
140Æne. How now prince Troylus, wherefore not afield.
¶For womanish it is to be from thence.
¶What newes Æneas from the field to day?
145Æne. That Paris is returned home and hurt.
¶Troy. By whom Æneas?
¶Æne. Troylus by Menelaus.
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Troy.
