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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.
    Now the sleeue, now the sleeue.
    Enter Hector.
    3360Hect. What art Greeke, art thou for Hectors match.
    Art thou of bloud and honour.
    Ther. No, no, I am a rascall, a scuruy rayling knaue, a very
    filthy roague.
    Hect. I do beleeue thee, liue.
    3365Ther. God a mercy, that thou wilt beleeue me, but a plague
    breake thy neck --- for frighting me: whats become of the
    wenching roagues? I thinke they haue swallowed one ano-
    ther. I would laugh at that miracle----yet in a sort lechery
    eates it selfe, ile seeke them. Exit.
    Enter Diomed and Seruant.
    Dio. Goe go, my seruant take thou Troylus horse,
    Present the faire steed to my Lady Cressid,
    Fellow commend my seruice to her beauty:
    3375Tell her I haue chastis'd the amorous Troyan,
    And am her knight by proofe. Enter Agamem.
    Man. I goe my Lord:
    Aga. Renew, renew, the fierce Polidamas,
    Hath beate downe Menon: bastard Margarelon,
    3380Hath Doreus prisoner.
    And stands Colossus wise wauing his beame,
    Vpon the pashed corses of the Kings:
    Epistropus and Cedus, Polixines is slaine,
    Amphimacus and Thous deadly hurt,
    3385Patroclus tane or slaine, and Palamedes
    Sore hurt and bruised, the dreadfull Sagittary,
    Appalls our numbers, hast we Diomed,
    To re-enforcement or we perish all.
    Enter Nestor.
    3390Nest: Go beare Patroclus body to Achilles,
    And bid the snail-pac't Aiax arme for shame,
    There is a thousand Hectors in the field:
    Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
    And there lacks worke, anon he's there a foote
    3395And there they flie or die, like scaling sculls,
    Before the belching Whale, then is he yonder:
    L3 And
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