Troilus and Cressida (Modern)

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2. The Testament of Cresseid
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 34Enter Pandarus and Troilus.
 1.1.135Troilus
 36Call here my varlet; I'll unarm again.
 1.1.237Why should I war without the walls of Troy
 1.1.338That find such cruel battle here within?
 1.1.439Each Trojan that is master of his heart,
 1.1.540Let him to field; Troilus, alas, hath none.
 1.1.641Pandarus
 Will this gear ne'er be mended?
 1.1.742Troilus
 The Greeks are strong, and skillful to their strength,
 1.1.843Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant,
 1.1.944But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
 1.1.1045Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,
 1.1.1146Less valiant than the virgin in the night,
 1.1.1247And skilless as unpracticed infancy.
 1.1.1348Pandarus
 Well, I have told you enough of this. For my 49part, I'll not meddle nor make no farther. He that will 50have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the 51grinding.
 1.1.1452Troilus
 Have I not tarried?
 1.1.1553Pandarus
 Ay, the grinding, but you must tarry the bolting.
 1.1.1654Troilus
 Have I not tarried?
 1.1.1755Pandarus
 Ay, the bolting, but you must tarry the leav'ning. 
 1.1.1856Troilus
 Still have I tarried.
 1.1.1957Pandarus
 Ay, to the leavening, but here's yet in the word hereafter -- 58the kneading, the making of the cake, the 59heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay 60the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.
 1.1.2061Troilus
 Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be,
 1.1.2162Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.
 1.1.2263At Priam's royal table do I sit,
 1.1.2364And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,
 1.1.2465So, traitor, then she comes, when she is thence.
 1.1.2566Pandarus
 67Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, 
 68or any woman else.
 1.1.2669Troilus
 I was about to tell thee: when my heart,
 1.1.2770As wedgèd with a sigh, would rive in twain,
 1.1.2871Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,
 1.1.2972I have, as when the sun doth light a-scorn, 
 1.1.3073Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile.
 1.1.3174But sorrow that is couched in seeming gladness
 1.1.3275Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
 1.1.3376Pandarus
 An her hair were not somewhat darker than 77Helen's -- well, go to -- there were no more comparison 78between the women. But -- for my part -- she is my 79kinswoman, I would not -- as they term it -- praise her, but I would 80somebody had heard her talk yesterday as I did. I will 81not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit, but --
 1.1.3482Troilus
 O Pandarus, I tell thee, Pandarus,
 1.1.3583When I do tell thee, "there my hopes lie drowned,"
 1.1.3684Reply not in how many fathoms deep
 1.1.3785They lie indrenched. I tell thee, "I am mad
 1.1.3886In Cressid's love." Thou answer'st, "She is fair";
 1.1.3987Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
 1.1.4088Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;
 1.1.4189Handlest in thy discourse, oh, that her hand,
 1.1.4290In whose comparison all whites are ink
 1.1.4391Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure
 1.1.4492The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
 1.1.4593Hard as the palm of plowman. This thou tell'st me,
 1.1.4694As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her.
 1.1.4795But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
 1.1.4896Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me
 1.1.4997The knife that made it.
 1.1.5098Pandarus
 I speak no more than truth.
 1.1.5199Troilus
 Thou dost not speak so much.
 1.1.52100Pandarus
 Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is; 101if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be not, she 102has the mends in her own hands.
 1.1.53103Troilus
 Good Pandarus. How now, Pandarus?
 1.1.54104Pandarus
 I have had my labor for my travail, ill thought 105on of her, and ill thought on of you, gone between and 106between, but small thanks for my labor.
 1.1.55107Troilus
 What, art thou angry, Pandarus? What? With me?
 1.1.56108Pandarus
 Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not 109so fair as Helen; an she were not kin to me, she would 110be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But 111what care I? I care not an she were a blackamoor; 'tis all 112one to me.
 1.1.57113Troilus
 Say I she is not fair?
 1.1.58114Pandarus
 I do not care whether you do or no. She's a 115fool to stay behind her father. Let her to the Greeks, 116and so I'll tell her the next time I see her. For my part, I'll 117meddle nor make no more i'th'matter.
 1.1.59118Troilus
 Pandarus? 
 1.1.60Pandarus
 Not I.
 1.1.61119Troilus
 Sweet Pandarus.
 1.1.62120Pandarus
 Pray you, speak no more to me. I will leave all 121as I found it, and there an end.
 1.1.62.1Exit Pandarus. 122Sound alarum.	
 1.1.63123Troilus
 Peace, you ungracious clamors; peace, rude sounds.
 1.1.64124Fools on both sides, Helen must needs be fair,
 1.1.65125When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
 1.1.66126I cannot fight upon this argument;
 1.1.67127It is too starved a subject for my sword.
 1.1.68128But Pandarus (O gods) how do you plague me?
 1.1.69129I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar,
 1.1.70130And he's as tetchy to be wooed to woo,
 1.1.71131As she is stubborn, chaste, against all suit.
 1.1.72132Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
 1.1.73133What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we:
 1.1.74134Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl.
 1.1.75135Between our Ilium and where she resides,
 1.1.76136Let it be called the wild and wand'ring flood,
 1.1.77137Ourself, the merchant, and this sailing Pandar,
 1.1.78138Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
 1.1.78.1139Alarum. Enter Aeneas.
 1.1.79140Aeneas
 How now, prince Troilus? 141Wherefore not afield?
 1.1.80142Troilus
 Because not there; this woman's answer sorts,
 1.1.81143For womanish it is to be from thence.
 1.1.82144What news, Aeneas, from the field today?
 1.1.83145Aeneas
 That Paris is returnèd home, and hurt.
 1.1.84146Troilus
 By whom, Aeneas?
 147Aeneas
 By whom, Aeneas?  Troilus, by Menelaus.
 1.1.85148Troilus
 Let Paris bleed; 'tis but a scar to scorn.
 1.1.86149Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn.
 1.1.86.1Alarum.
 1.1.87150Aeneas
 Hark, what good sport is out of town today.
 1.1.88151Troilus
 Better at home, if "would I might" were "may."
 1.1.89152But to the sport abroad, are you bound thither? 
 1.1.90153Aeneas
 In all swift haste.
 154Troilus
 In all swift haste.  		Come, go we then together.
 1.1.90.1Exeunt.
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