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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
    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,