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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.
    being wonne, they are burres I can tell you, theyle sticke
    where they are throwne.
    Cres. Bouldnesse comes to me now and brings me heart:
    1745Prince Troylus I haue loued you night and day, for many
    weary moneths.
    Troy: Why was my Cressid then so hard to wyn?
    Cres: Hard to seeme wonne: but I was wonne my Lord
    With the first glance; that euer pardon me
    1750If I confesse much you will play the tyrant,
    I loue you now, but till now not so much
    But I might maister it; in faith I lye,
    My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grone
    Too headstrong for their mother: see wee fooles,
    1755VVhy haue I blab'd: who shall be true to vs
    VVhen we are so vnsecret to ourselues.
    But though I loue'd you well, I woed you not,
    And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man;
    Or that we women had mens priuiledge
    1760Of speaking first. Sweete bid me hold my tongue,
    For in this rapture I shall surely speake
    The thing I shall repent: see see your sylence
    Comming in dumbnesse, from my weaknesse drawes
    My very soule of councell. Stop my mouth.
    1765Troy: And shall, albeit sweet musique issues thence.
    Pand. Pretty yfaith.
    Cres. My Lord I doe beseech you pardon me,
    Twas not my purpose thus to begge a kisse:
    I am asham'd; O Heauens what haue I done!
    1770For this time will I take my leaue my Lord.
    Troy: Your leaue sweete Cressid:
    Pan: Leaue: and you take leaue till to morrow morning.
    Cres: Pray you content you. Troy:What offends you Lady?
    Cres. sir mine own company.
    Troy: You cannot shun your selfe.
    Cres: Let me goe and try:
    I haue a kind of selfe recids with you:
    1780But an vnkinde selfe, that it selfe will leaue,
    To be anothers foole. I would be gone: