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  • Title: Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: William Godshalk
  • ISBN: 1-55058-301-8

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: William Godshalk
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    Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Tragedie of Troylus and Cressida.
    colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a
    260praise for a good complexion, I had as lieue Hellens gol-
    den tongue had commended Troylus for a copper nose.
    Pan. I sweare to you,
    I thinke Hellen loues him better then Paris.
    Cre. Then shee's a merry Greeke indeed.
    265Pan. Nay I am sure she does, she came to him th'other
    day into the compast window, and you know he has not
    past three or foure haires on his chinne.
    Cres. Indeed a Tapsters Arithmetique may soone
    bring his particulars therein, to a totall.
    270Pand. Why he is very yong, and yet will he within
    three pound lift as much as his brother Hector.
    Cres. Is he is so young a man, and so old a lifter?
    Pan. But to prooue to you that Hellen loues him, she
    came and puts me her white hand to his clouen chin.
    275Cres. Iuno haue mercy, how came it clouen?
    Pan. Why, you know 'tis dimpled,
    I thinke his smyling becomes him better then any man
    in all Phrigia.
    Cre. Oh he smiles valiantly.
    280Pan. Dooes hee not?
    Cre. Oh yes, and 'twere a clow'd in Autumne.
    Pan. Why go to then, but to proue to you that Hellen
    loues Troylus.
    Cre. Troylus wil stand to thee
    285Proofe, if youle prooue it so.
    Pan. Troylus? why he esteemes her no more then I e-
    steeme an addle egge.
    Cre. If you loue an addle egge as well as you loue an
    idle head, you would eate chickens i'th' shell.
    290Pan. I cannot chuse but laugh to thinke how she tick-
    led his chin, indeed shee has a maruel's white hand I must
    needs confesse.
    Cre. Without the racke.
    Pan. And shee takes vpon her to spie a white haire on
    295his chinne.
    Cre. Alas poore chin? many a wart is richer.
    Pand. But there was such laughing, Queene Hecuba
    laught that her eyes ran ore.
    Cre. With Milstones.
    300Pan. And Cassandra laught.
    Cre. But there was more temperate fire vnder the pot
    of her eyes: did her eyes run ore too?
    Pan. And Hector laught.
    Cre. At what was all this laughing?
    305Pand. Marry at the white haire that Hellen spied on
    Troylus chin.
    Cres. And t'had beene a greene haire, I should haue
    laught too.
    Pand. They laught not so much at the haire, as at his
    310pretty answere.
    Cre. What was his answere?
    Pan. Quoth shee, heere's but two and fifty haires on
    your chinne; and one of them is white.
    Cre. This is her question.
    315Pand That's true, make no question of that, two and
    fiftie haires quoth hee, and one white, that white haire is
    my Father, and all the rest are his Sonnes. Iupiter quoth
    she, which of these haires is Paris my husband? The for-
    ked one quoth he, pluckt out and giue it him: but there
    320was such laughing, and Hellen so blusht, and Paris so
    chaft, and all the rest so laught, that it past.
    Cre. So let it now,
    For is has beene a grcat while going by.
    Pan. Well Cozen,
    325I told you a thing yesterday, think on't.
    Cre. So I does.
    Pand. Ile be sworne 'tis true, he will weepe you
    an'twere a man borne in Aprill.
    Sound a retreate.
    Cres. And Ile spring vp in his teares , an'twere a nettle
    330against May.
    Pan. Harke they are comming from the field, shal we
    stand vp here and see them, as they passe toward Illium,
    good Neece do, sweet Neece Cressida.
    Cre. At your pleasure.
    335Pan. Heere, heere, here's an excellent place, heere we
    may see most brauely, Ile tel you them all by their names,
    as they passe by, but marke Troylus aboue the rest.
    Enter Æneas.
    Cre. Speake not so low'd.
    340Pan. That's Æneas, is not that a braue man, hee's one
    of the flowers of Troy I can you, but marke Troylus, you
    shal see anon.
    Cre. Who's that?
    Enter Antenor.
    345Pan. That's Antenor, he has a shrow'd wit I can tell
    you, and hee's a man good inough, hee's one o'th soun-
    dest iudgement in Troy whosoeuer, and a proper man of
    person: when comes Troylus? Ile shew you Troylus anon,
    if hee see me, you shall see him him nod at me.
    350Cre. Will he giue you the nod?
    Pan. You shall see.
    Cre. If he do, the rich shall haue, more.
    Enter Hector.
    Pan. That's Hector, that, that, looke you, that there's a
    355fellow. Goe thy way Hector, there's a braue man Neece,
    O braue Hector! Looke how hee lookes? there's a coun-
    tenance; ist not a braue man?
    Cre. O braue man!
    Pan. Is a not? It dooes a mans heart good, looke you
    360what hacks are on his Helmet, looke you yonder, do you
    see? Looke you there? There's no iesting, laying on, tak't
    off, who ill as they say, there be hacks.
    Cre. Be those with Swords?
    Enter Paris.
    365Pan. Swords, any thing he cares not, and the diuell
    come to him, it's all one, by Gods lid it dooes ones heart
    good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: looke
    yee yonder Neece, ist not a gallant man to, ist not? Why
    this is braue now: who said he came hurt home to day?
    370Hee's not hurt, why this will do Hellens heart good
    now, ha? Would I could see Troylus now, you shall Troy-
    lus anon.
    Cre. Whose that?
    Enter Hellenus.
    375Pan. That's Hellenus, I maruell where Troylus is, that's
    Helenus, I thinke he went not forth to day: that's Hel-
    Cre. Can Hellenus fight Vncle?
    Pan. Hellenus no: yes heele fight indifferent, well, I
    380maruell where Troylus is; harke, do you not haere the
    people crie Troylus? Hellenus is a Priest.
    Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
    Enter Trylus.
    Pan. Where? Yonder? That's Dœphobus.'Tis Troy-
    385lus! Ther's a man Neece, hem? Braue Troylus the Prince
    of Chiualrie.
    Cre. Peace, for shame peace.
    Pand. Marke him, not him: O braue Troylus: looke
    well vpon him Neece, looke you how his Sword is blou-
    390died, and his Helme more hackt then Hectors, and how he