The history of Troylus
and Cresseida.
3447Enter Pandarus and Troylus. 3548Troy.CAll heere my varlet, Ile vnarme againe,
3749Why
should I warre without the walls of Troy:
3850That
finde
such cruell battell here within,
3951Each Troyan that is mai
ster of his heart,
4052Let him to
field
Troylus alas hath none.
4153Pan. Will this geere nere be mended?
4254Troy. The Greeks are
strong and skilfull to their
strength
4355Fierce to their skill, and to their
fiercene
sse valiant,
4456But I am weaker then a womans teare;
4557Tamer then
sleepe; fonder then ignorance,
4658Le
sse valiant then the Virgin in the night,
4759And skille
sse as vnpra
ctiz'd infancy:
4860Pan. Well, I haue told you enough of this; for my part ile
4961not meddle nor make no farther; hee that will haue a cake
5062out of the wheate mu
st tarry the grynding.
5263Tro. Haue I not tarried
? 5364Pan. I the grinding; but you mu
st tarry the boulting.
5465Troy. Haue I not tarried?
5566Paude. I the boulting; but you mu
st tarry the leauening.
5667Troy. Still haue I tarried.
5768Pan. I, to the leauening, but heares yet in the word here
- 5869after, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating the
5970ouen, and the baking, nay you mu
st stay the cooling too, or
6071yea may chance burne your lippes.
6172Troy. Pacience her
selfe, what Gode
sse ere
she be,
6273Doth le
sser blench at
su
ffrance then I do:
6374At
Priams royall table do I
sit
6475And when faire
Cressid comes into my thoughts,
6576So traitor then
she comes when
she is thence.
6677Pand. Well
shee lookt ye
sternight fairer then euer I
saw her
6778looke, or any woman els.
6979Troy. I was about to tell thee when my heart,
A2 As
7080As wedged with a
sigh would riue in twaine,
7181Lea
st Hector or my father
should perceiue mee
: 7282I haue (as when the Sunne doth light a
scorne)
7383Buried this
sigh in wrincle of a
smyle,
7484But
sorrow that is coucht in
seeming gladne
sse,
7585Is like that mirth fate turnes to
suddaine
sadne
sse.
7686Pan: And her haire were not
some-what darker then
Hel- 7787lens, well go to, there were no more compari
son betweene
7888the women! but for my part
she is my kin
swoman, I would
7989not as they tearme it prai
se her, but I would
som-body had
8090heard her talke ye
ster-day as I did, I will not di
sprai
se your
8191sister C
assandraes wit, but-------
8292Troy. Oh P
andarus I tell thee P
andarus, 8393When I do tell thee there my hopes lie drown'd
8494Reply not in how many fadomes deepe,
8595They lie indrench'd, I tell thee I am madde:
8696In C
ressi}ds love? thou an
swer
st she is faire,
8797Powre
st in the open vlcer of my heart
: 8898Her eyes, her haire her cheeke, her gate, her voice,
8999Handle
st in thy di
scour
se: O that her hand
90100In who
se compari
son all whites are ynke
91101Writing their owne reproch; to who
se
soft
sei
sure,
92102The cignets downe is har
sh, and
spirit of
sence:
93103Hard as the palme of plow-man; this thou tel
st me,
94104As true thou tel
st me, when I
say I loue her,
95105But
saying thus in
steed of oyle and balme,
96106Thou lay
st in euery ga
sh that loue hath giuen mee
97107The knife that made it.
98108Pan: I
speake no more then truth.
99109Troy. Thou do
st not
speake
so much.
100110Pan: Faith Ile not meddle in it, let her bee as
shee is, if
she
101111bee faire tis the better for her, and
shee bee not,
she has the
102112mends in her owne hands.
103113Troy. Good P
andarus, how now P
andarus?
104114Pan: I haue had my labour for my trauell, ill thought on
105115of her, and ill thought of you, gon betweene and betweene,
106116but
small thanks for my labour.
107117Troy. What art thou angry P
andarus? what with me?
Pan.
of Troylus and Cresseida.
108118Pan. Because
shee's kin to me therefore
shee's not
so faire
109119as
Hellen, and
she were kin to me,
she would be as faire a Fri
- 110120day as
Hellen, is on Sunday, but what I? I care not and
shee
111121were a blackeamore, tis all one to mee.
112122Troy. Say I
she is not faire?
113123Pan. I do not care whether you do or no,
she's a foole to
114124stay behinde her father, let her to the Greekes, and
so Ile tell
116125her the next time I
see her for my part Ile meddle nor make
118127Troy. P
andarus.
Pan. Not I.
120129Pan. Pray you
speake no more to mee I will leaue all as I
121130found it and there an end.
Exit. 123132Troy. Peace you vngracious clamors, peace rude
sounds,
124133Fooles on both
sides,
Helleu must needes be faire,
125134When with your bloud you daylie paint her thus,
126135I cannot
fight vpon this argument:
127136It is too
staru'd a
subie
ct for my
sword,
128137But P
andarus: O gods! how do you plague me
129138I cannot come to
Cressid but by P
andar, 130139And he's as teachy to be wood to woe,
131140As
she is
stubborne, cha
st, again
st all
suite.
132141Tell me
Apollo for thy
Daphues loue
133142What
Cressid is, what P
andar, and what we:
134143Her bed is
India there
she lies, a pearle,
135144Betweene our Ilium, and where
shee reides
136145Let it be cald the wild and wandring
flood:
137146Our
selfe the Marchant, and this
sayling P
andar, 138147Our doubtfull hope, our conuoy and our barke.
140149AEne. How now prince T
roylus, wherefore not a
field.
142150Troy. Becau
se not there; this womans an
swer
sorts,
143151For womani
sh it is to be from thence.
144152What newes
AEneas from the
field to day
? 145153AEne. That P
aris is returned home and hurt.
147155AEne. T
roylus by
Menelaus.
A3 Troy.
The history
148156Troy. Let P
aris bleed tis but a
scar to
scorne,
149157Paris is gor'd with
Menelaus horne.
Alarum. 150158AEne. Harke what good
sport is out of towne to day.
151159Troy. Better at home, if would I might were may:
152160But to the
sport abrode are you bound thither?
153161AEne. In all
swift ha
st.
154162Troy. Come goe wee then togither.
Exeunt.