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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)

    The history
    But now you haue it take it.
    Dio: VVhose was it?
    3080Cres: And by all Dianas wayting women yond
    And by her selfe I wlll not tell you whose.
    Dio: Tomorrow will I weare it on my Helme,
    And grieue his spirit that dares not challenge it.
    Troy: VVert thou the diuell, and wor'st it on thy horne,
    3085It should be challengd.
    Cres: VVell, well, tis done, tis past: and yet it is not.
    I will not keepe my word.
    Dio: VVhy then farewell, thou neuer shalt mocke Diomed
    3090Cres: You shall not goe: one cannot speake a word but it
    straight starts you.
    Dio: I doc
    not like this fooling.
    Ther: Nor I by Pluto; but that that likes not you, pleases
    me best.
    3095Dio: VVhat shall I come? the houre--
    Cres: I come; O Ioue: do come, I shall be plagued.
    Dio: Farewell till then.
    Cres: Good night, I prethee come:
    Troylus farewell, one eye yet lookes on thee,
    3100But with my heart the other eye doth see,
    Ah poore our sex, this fault in vs I find,
    The error of our eye directs our mind,
    VVhat error leads must erre: O then conclude,
    ,,Mindes swayd by eyes are full of turpitude.
    3105Ther: A proofe of strength, she could not publish more,
    Vnlesse shee said my mind is now turn'd whore.
    Vlis: All's done my Lord. Troy: It is.
    Vlis: VVhy stay we then?
    3110Troy: To make a recordation to my soule
    Of euery sillable that here was spoke:
    But if I tell how these two did Court,
    Shall I not lye in publishing a truth,
    Sith yet there is a credence in my heart.
    3115An esperance so obstinatly strong,
    That doth inuert th,attest of eyes and eares,