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• Troilus and Cressida: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Prologue.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Troy. Beforepriam’spalace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene III.—: The Grecian Camp. Beforeagamemnon’stent.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: A Part of the Grecian Camp.
• Scene II.—: Troy. a Room Inpriam’spalace.
• Scene III.—: The Grecian Camp. Beforeachilles’tent.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Troy.priam’spalace.
• Scene II.—: The Same.pandarus’ Orchard.
• Scene III.—: The Grecian Camp.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Troy. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Court Beforepandarus’ House.
• Scene III.—: The Same. Beforepandarus’ House.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Room Inpandarus’ House.
• Scene V.—: The Grecian Camp. Lists Set Out.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: The Grecian Camp. Beforeachilles’ Tent.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Beforecalchas’ Tent.
• Scene III.—: Troy. Beforepriam’spalace.
• Scene IV.—: Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene VI.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene VII.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene VIII.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene IX.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Scene X.—: Another Part of the Plains.

PROLOGUE.

In Troy there lies the scene. From isles of Greece

The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf’d,

Have to the port of Athens sent their ships,

Fraught with the ministers and instruments

Of cruel war: sixty and nine, that wore

Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay

Put forth toward Phrygia; and their vow is made

To ransack Troy, within whose strong immures

The ravish’d Helen, Menelaus’ queen,

With wanton Paris sleeps; and that’s the quarrel.

To Tenedos they come,

And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge

Their war-like fraughtage: now on Dardan plains

The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch

Their brave pavilions: Priam’s six-gated city,

Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan,

And Antenorides, with massy staples

And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,

Sperr up the sons of Troy.

Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,

On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,

Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come

A prologue arm’d, but not in confidence

Of author’s pen or actor’s voice, but suited

In like conditions as our argument,

To tell you, fair beholders, that our play

Leaps o’er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils,

Beginning in the middle; starting thence away

To what may be digested in a play.

Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are:

Now good or bad, ’tis but the chance of war.