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Author: William Shakespeare
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Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)

Troylus and Cressida.
Fall all together.
Priam. Come Hector, come, goe backe:
3270Thy wife hath dreampt: thy mother hath had visions;
Cassandra doth foresee; and I my selfe,
Am like a Prophet suddenly enrapt,
to tell thee that this day is ominous:
Therefore come backe.
3275Hect. AEneas is a field,
And I do stand engag'd to many Greekes,
Euen in the faith of valour, to appeare
This morning to them.
Priam. I, but thou shalt not goe,
3280Hect. I must not breake my faith:
You know me dutifull, therefore deare sir,
Let me not shame respect; but giue me leaue
To take that course by your consent and voice,
Which you doe here forbid me, Royall Priam.
3285Cass. O Priam, yeelde not to him.
And. Doe not deere father.
Hect. Andromache I am offended with you:
Vpon the loue you beare me, get you in.
Exit Andromache.
3290Troy. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girle,
Makes all these bodements.
Cass. O farewell, deere Hector:
Looke how thou diest; looke how thy eye turnes pale:
Looke how thy wounds doth bleede at many vents:
3295Harke how Troy roares; how Hecuba cries out;
How poore Andromache shrils her dolour forth;
Behold distraction, frenzie, and amazement,
Like witlesse Antickes one another meete,
And all cry Hector, Hectors dead: O Hector!
3300Troy. Away, away.
Cas. Farewell: yes, soft: Hector I take my leaue;
Thou do'st thy selfe, and all our Troy deceiue. Exit.
Hect. You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her exclaime:
Goe in and cheere the Towne, weele forth and fight:
3305Doe deedes of praise, and tell you them at night.
Priam. Farewell: the gods with safetie stand about
thee. Alarum.
Troy. They are at it, harke: proud Diomed, beleeue
I come to loose my arme, or winne my sleeue.

3310Enter Pandar.

Pand. Doe you heare my Lord? do you heare?
Troy. What now?
Pand. Here's a Letter come from yond poore girle.
Troy. Let me reade.
3315Pand. A whorson tisicke, a whorson rascally tisicke,
so troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girle, and
what one thing, what another, that I shall leaue you one
o'th's dayes: and I haue a rheume in mine eyes too; and
such an ache in my bones; that vnlesse a man were curst,
3320I cannot tell what to thinke on't. What sayes shee
Troy. Words, words, meere words, no matter from
the heart;
Th'effect doth operate another way.
3325Goe winde to winde, there turne and change together:
My loue with words and errors still she feedes;
But edifies another with her deedes.
Pand. Why, but heare you?
Troy. Hence brother lackie; ignomie and shame
3330Pursue thy life, and liue aye with thy name.
ALarum. Exeunt.

Enter Thersites in excursion.

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another, Ile
goe looke on: that dissembling abhominable varlet Dio-
3335mede, has got that same scuruie, doting, foolish yong
knaues Sleeue of Troy, there in his Helme: I would faine
see them meet; that, that same yong Troian asse, that loues
the whore there, might send that Greekish whore-mai-
sterly villaine, with the Sleeue, backe to the dissembling
3340luxurious drabbe, of a sleeuelesse errant. O'th'tother side,
the pollicie of those craftie swearing rascals; that stole
old Mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor: and that same dog-
foxe Vlisses is not prou'd worth a Black-berry. They set
me vp in pollicy, that mungrill curre Aiax, against that
3345dogge of as bad a kinde, Achilles. And now is the curre
Aiax prouder then the curre Achilles, and will not arme
to day. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaime
barbarisme; and pollicie growes into an ill opinion.
Enter Diomed and Troylus.
3350Soft, here comes Sleeue, and th'other.
Troy. Flye not: for should'st thou take the Riuer Stix,
I would swim after.
Diom. Thou do'st miscall retire:
I doe not flye; but aduantagious care
3355Withdrew me from the oddes of multitude:
Haue at thee?
Ther. Hold thy whore Grecian: now for thy whore
Troian: Now the Sleeue, now the Sleeue.
Euter Hector.
3360Hect. What art thou Greek? art thou for Hectors match?
Art thou of bloud, and honour?
Ther. No, no: I am a rascall: a scuruie railing knaue:
a very filthy roague.
Hect. I doe beleeue thee, liue.
3365Ther. God a mercy, that thou wilt beleeue me; but a
plague breake thy necke---for frighting me: what's be-
come of the wenching rogues? I thinke they haue
swallowed one another. I would laugh at that mira-
cle----yet in a sort, lecherie eates it selfe: Ile seeke them.
Enter Diomed and Seruants.
Dio. Goe, goe, my seruant, take thou Troylus Horse;
Present the faire Steede 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.
Ser. I goe my Lord. Enter Agamemnon.
Aga. Renew, renew, the fierce Polidamus
Hath beate downe Menon: bastard Margarelon
3380Hath Doreus prisoner.
And stands Calossus-wise wauing his beame,
Vpon the pashed courses 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
Appauls our numbers, haste we Diomed
To re-enforcement, or we perish all.
Enter Nestor.
3390Nest. Coe beare Patroclus body to Achilles,
And bid the snaile-pac'd 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 flye or dye, like scaled sculs,