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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
    Peer Reviewed

    Troilus and Cressida (Quarto 1, 1609)

    The history
    2995Ther: Roguery. Dio. Nay then:
    Crese: Ile tell you what.
    Dio: Fo, fo, come tell a pin you are forsworne.
    Cres: In faith I cannot, what would you haue me do?
    3000Ther: A iugling tricke to be secretly open,
    Dio: What did you sweare you would bestow on me?
    Cres: I prethee do not hold me to mine oath,
    Bid me do any thing but that sweete Greeke.
    Dio: Good night.
    3005Troy: Hold patience.
    Vlis How now Troyan. Cres. Diomed.
    Dio. No, no, good night Ile be your foole no more.
    Troy: Thy better must.
    3010Cres: Harke a word in your eare.
    Troy: O plague and madnesse!
    Ulis: You are moued Prince, let vs depart I pray
    Least your displeasure should inlarge it selfe
    To wrathfull tearmes, this place is dangerous:
    3015The time right deadly, I beseech you goe.
    Troy: Behold I pray you.
    Vlis: Now good my Lord go off.
    You flow to great distruction, come my Lord.
    Troy: I prethee stay.
    3020Vlis: You haue not patience, come.
    Troy: I pray you stay; by hell, and all hells torments,
    I will not speake a word.
    Dio: And so good night.
    Cres: Nay but you part in anger.
    3025Troy: Doth that grieue thee, O withered truth.
    Vlis: How now my Lord?
    Troy: By Ioue I will be patient.
    Cres: Gardian? why Greeke? Dio: Fo fo you palter.
    3030Cres. In faith I doe not, come hether once againe.
    Vlis: You shake my Lord at something, will you goe: you
    wil break out.
    Troy. She stroakes his cheeke. Vlis. Come, come.
    3035Troy. Nay stay, by Ioue I will not speake a word.
    There is betweene my will and all offences
    a guard