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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)

    3425Enter Aiax. Troylus thou coward Troylus shew thy head.
    Enter Diom. Troylus I say wher's Troylus?
    Aiax. What wouldst thou.
    3430Diom. I would correct him.
    Aiax. Were I the generall thou shouldst haue my office,
    Ere that correction?Troylus I say what Troylus.
    Enter Troylus.
    3435Troy. Oh traytor Diomed, turne thy false face thou traytor,
    And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse.
    Dio. Ha art thou there?
    Aiax Ile fight with him alone stand Diomed.
    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.