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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.

Scene V.—

Another Part of the Plains.

EnterDiomedesand a Servant.

Dio.

Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus’ horse;

Present the fair steed to my Lady Cressid:

Fellow, commend my service to her beauty:

Tell her I have chastis’d the amorous Trojan,

And am her knight by proof.

Serv.

I go, my lord.

[Exit.

EnterAgamemnon.

Agam.

Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas

Hath beat down Menon; bastard Margarelon

Hath Doreus prisoner,

And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,

Upon the pashed corses of the kings

Epistrophus and Cedius; Polixenes is slain;

Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;

Patroclus ta’en, or slain; and Palamedes

Sore hurt and bruis’d; the dreadful Sagittary

Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed,

To reinforcement, or we perish all.

EnterNestor.

Nest.

Go, bear Patroclus’ body to Achilles;

And bid the snail-pac’d Ajax arm for shame.

There is a thousand Hectors in the field:

Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,

And there lacks work; anon he’s there afoot,

And there they fly or die, like scaled sculls

Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,

And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,

Fall down before him, like the mower’s swath:

Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,

Dexterity so obeying appetite

That what he will he does; and does so much

That proof is called impossibility.

EnterUlysses.

Ulyss.

O! courage, courage, princes; great Achilles

Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:

Patroclus’ wounds have rous’d his drowsy blood,

Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

That noseless, handless, hack’d and chipp’d, come to him,

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,

And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d and at it,

Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day

Mad and fantastic execution,

Engaging and redeeming of himself

With such a careless force and forceless care

As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

Bade him win all.

EnterAjax.

Ajax.

Troilus! thou coward Troilus!

[Exit.

Dio.

Ay, there, there.

Nest.

So, so, we draw together.

EnterAchilles.

Achil.

Where is this Hector?

Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;

Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:

Hector! where’s Hector? I will none but Hector.

[Exeunt.