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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: W. L. Godshalk
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Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)

The history
Pand. Do you heere my Lord, do you heere.
Troyl. What now?
Pand. Heer's a letter come from yond poore girle.
Troy. Let me read,
3315Pand. A whorson tisick, a whorson rascally tisick, so
troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girle, and what
one thing, what another, that I shall leaue you one ath's
dayes: and I haue a rheume in mine eyes too, and such an
ache in my bones, that vnlesse a man were curst I cannot
3320tell what to thinke on't. What sayes she there?
Troy. Words, words, meere words, no matter frō the heart,
Th'effect doth operate another way.
3325Go winde to winde, there turne and change together:
My loue with words and errors still she feedes,
But edifies another with her deedes.
Enter Thersites: excursions.
Thersi. Now they are clapper-clawing one another: Ile
go looke on, that dissembling abhominable varlet Diomede.
3335has got that same scuruie dooting foolish knaues sleeue of
Troy there in his helme. I would faine see them meete, that
that same young Troyan asse that loues the whore there,
might send that Greekish whore-masterly villaine with the
sleeue, back to the dissembling luxurious drabbe of a sleeue-
3340lesse arrant. Ath' tother side, the pollicie of those craftie
swearing raskalls; that stale old Mouse-eaten drye cheese
Nestor: and that same dogge-foxe Ulisses, is not proou'd
worth a Black-berry. They set mee vp in pollicie, that
mongrill curre Aiax, against that dogge of as bad a
3345kinde Achilles. And now is the curre Aiax, prouder then
the curre Achilles, and will not arme to day. Where-vpon
the Grecians began to proclaime barbarisme, and pollicie
growes into an ill opinion. Soft here comes sleeue & tother.
Troy. Flye not, for shouldst thou take the riuer Stix, I
would swim after,
Diomed. Thou doost miscall retire,
I doe not flie, but aduantagious care,
3355With-drew me from the ods of multitude, haue at thee?
Ther. Hold thy whore Grecian: now for thy whore Troian,