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  • Title: Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)
  • 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 (Quarto 1, 1609)

    of Troylus and Cresseida.
    Achil. Nay good Aiax. Ther.Has not so much wit.
    Achil. Nay I must hold you.
    935Ther. As will stop the eye of Hellens needle, for whom
    he comes to fight.
    Achil.Peace foole?
    Ther. I would haue peace and quietnesse, but the foole
    will not, he there, that he: looke you there?
    940Aiax. Oh thou damned curre I shall-------------
    Achil. Will you set your wit to a fooles.
    Ther. No I warrant you, the fooles will shame it.
    Patro. Good words Thesites. Achil.Whats the quarrell.
    945Aiax. I bad the vile oule goe learne mee the tenor of the
    proclamation, and he railes vpon me.
    Ther. I serue thee not? Aiax.Well, go to, go to.
    Ther. I serue here voluntary.
    950Achil. Your last seruice was suffrance: twas not voluntary,
    no man is beaten voluntary, Aiax was here the voluntary,
    and you as vnder an Impresse.
    Ther. E'ene so, a great deale of your witte to, lies in your
    sinnewes, or els there bee liers, Hector shall haue a great
    955catch and knocke at either of your beains, a were as good
    crack a fusty nut with no kernell.
    Achil. What with me to Thersites.
    Ther. Thers Vlisses and old Nestor, whose wit was mouldy
    ere their grandsiers had nailes, yoke you like draught oxen,
    960and make you plough vp the wars.
    Achil. What? what?
    Ther. Yes good sooth, to Achilles, to Aiax, to ------------
    Aiax. I shall cut out your tongue.
    Ther. Tis no matter, I shall speake as much as thou after-
    Patro. No more words Thersites peace.
    Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles brooch bids me,
    Achil. There's for you Patroclus.
    970Ther. I will see you hang'd like Clatpoles, ere I come any
    more to your tents, I will keepe where there is wit stirring,
    and leaue the faction of fooles.
    Patro. A good riddance.
    Achil. Marry this sir is proclaim'd through all our hoste,
    975That Hector by the first houre of the Sunne: