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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.
    3440Diom. He is my prize, I will not looke vpon.
    Troy. Come both you cogging Greekes haue at you both.
    Hect. Yea Troylus, O well fought my yongest brother.
    3445Enter Achil: Now do I see thee ha, haue at thee Hector.
    Hect. Pause if thou wilt.
    Achil. I do disdaine thy curtesie proud Troyan,
    Be happy that my armes are out of vse:
    3450My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
    But thou anon shalt here of me againe:
    Till when goe seeke thy fortune. Exit.
    Hect. Fare thee well.
    I would haue beene much more a fresher man,
    3455Had I expected thee, how now my brother. Enter Troyl:
    Troy. Aiax hath tane AEneas, shall it be,
    No by the flame of yonder glorious heauen
    He shall not carry him ile be tane to,
    3460Or bring him off, fate here me what I say:
    I wreake not though I end my life to day. Exit.
    Enter one in armour.
    Hect: Stand, stand thou Greeke, thou art a goodly marke,
    3465No? wilt thou not. I like thy armor well,
    Ile frush it and vnlock the riuets all:
    But ile be maister of it, wilt thou not beast abide,
    Why then flie on, ile hunt thee for thy hide. Exit.
    Enter Achilles with Myrmidons.
    3470Come here about me you my Myrmidons,
    Marke what I say, attend me where I wheele:
    Strike not a stroke, but keepe yourselues in breth,
    And when I haue the bloudy Hector found:
    Empale him with your weapons round about,
    3475In fellest manner execut your armes
    Follow me sirs and my proceedings eye,
    It is decreed Hector the great must die. Exit.
    Enter Thersi: Mene: Paris.
    Ther. The cuck-old and the cuck-old-maker are at it,
    3480now bull, now dogge lowe, Paris lowe, now my double
    hen'd spartan, lowe Paris, lowe the bull has the game, ware
    hornes ho? Exit Paris and Menelus.