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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)

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    Agam. Why will he not vpon our faire request,
    1375Vntent his person, and share th'ayre with vs.
    Vlis. Things small as nothing, for requests sake onely,
    He makes important, possest he is with greatnesse,
    And speakes not to himselfe but with a pride,
    That quarrels at selfe breath. Imagind worth,
    1380Holds in his bloud such swolne and hott discourse,
    That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts,
    Kingdomd Achilles in commotion rages,
    And batters downe himselfe. What should I say,
    He is so plaguie proud, that the death tokens of it,
    1385Crie no recouerie. Agam. Let Aiax go to him,
    Deare Lord, go you, and greete him in his tent,
    'Tis said he holds you well, and will be lead,
    At your request a little from himselfe.
    1390Ulis. O Agamemnon let it not be so,
    Weele consecrate the steps that Aiax makes,
    When they go from Achilles: shall the proud Lord
    That basts his arrogance with his owne seame,
    And neuer suffers matter of the world
    1395Enter his thoughts, saue such as doth reuolue,
    And ruminate him-selfe: shall he be worshipt,
    Of that we hold an idoll more then hee,
    No: this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord,
    Shall not so staule his palme nobly acquird,
    1400Nor by my will assubiugate his merit,
    As amply liked as Achilles is, by going to Achilles,
    That were to enlard his fat already pride,
    And adde more coles to Cancer when he burnes,
    With entertaining great Hiperion,
    1405This Lord go to him. Iupiter forbid,
    And say in thunder Achilles go to him.
    Nest. O this is well, he rubs the vaine of him.
    Diom. And how his silence drinkes vp his applause,
    Aia. If I go to him: with my armed fist ile push him ore the(face.
    Agam O no, you shall not goe,
    Aia. And he be proud with me, Ile phese his pride,
    Let me goe to him.