The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916). http://oll.libertyfund.org/titles/1637,
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One of the plays in the 1916 Oxford University Press edition of all of Shakespeare’s plays and poems.
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|PRIAM,||King of Troy.|
|HECTOR, }||his Sons.|
|MARGARELON,||a Bastard Son of Priam.|
|ÆNEAS, }||Trojan Commanders.|
|CALCHAS,||a Trojan Priest, taking part with the Greeks.|
|PANDARUS,||Uncle to Cressida.|
|AGAMEMNON,||the Grecian General.|
|ACHILLES, }||Grecian Commanders.|
|NESTOR, }||Grecian Commanders.|
|THERSITES,||a deformed and scurrilous Grecian.|
|ALEXANDER,||Servant to Cressida.|
|Servant to Troilus.|
|Servant to Paris.|
|Servant to Diomedes.|
|HELEN,||Wife to Menelaus.|
|ANDROMACHE,||Wife to Hector.|
|CASSANDRA,||Daughter to Priam; a prophetess.|
|CRESSIDA,||Daughter to Calchas.|
|Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.|
Scene.—Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.
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 instrumentsCraig1916: 4
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 immuresCraig1916: 8
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 plainsCraig1916: 13
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 staplesCraig1916: 17
And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Sperr up the sons of Troy.
Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,Craig1916: 20
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 suitedCraig1916: 24
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.Craig1916: 29
Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are:
Now good or bad, ’tis but the chance of war.
Enter Troilus armed, and Pandarus.
Call here my varlet, I’ll unarm again:
Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
That find such cruel battle here within?
Each Trojan that is master of his heart,Craig1916: 4
Let him to field; Troilus, alas! has none.
Will this gear ne’er be mended?
The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their strength.
Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant;Craig1916: 8
But I am weaker than a woman’s tear,
Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,
Less valiant than the virgin in the night,
And skilless as unpractis’d infancy.Craig1916: 12
Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part, I’ll not meddle nor make no further. He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.Craig1916: 16
Have I not tarried?
Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.
Have I not tarried?Craig1916: 20
Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.
Still have I tarried.
Ay, to the leavening; but here’s yet in the word ‘hereafter’ the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.Craig1916: 28
Patience herself, what goddess e’er she be,
Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.
At Priam’s royal table do I sit;
And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,—
So, traitor! ‘when she comes’!—When is she thence?Craig1916: 33
Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else.
I was about to tell thee: when my heart,
As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain,Craig1916: 37
Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,
I have—as when the sun doth light a storm—
Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile;Craig1916: 40
But sorrow, that is couch’d in seeming gladness,
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen’s,—well, go to,—there were no more comparison between the women: but, for my part, she is my kins woman; I would not, as they term it, praise her, but I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did: I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra’s wit, but—Craig1916: 49
O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,—
When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown’d,
Reply not in how many fathoms deepCraig1916: 52
They lie indrench’d. I tell thee I am mad
In Cressid’s love: thou answer’st, she is fair;
Pour’st in the open ulcer of my heart
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;
Handlest in thy discourse, O! that her hand,Craig1916: 57
In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure
The cygnet’s down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Hard as the palm of ploughman: this thou tell’st me,Craig1916: 61
As true thou tell’st me, when I say I love her;
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Thou lay’st in every gash that love hath given meCraig1916: 64
The knife that made it.
I speak no more than truth.
Thou dost not speak so much.
Faith, I’ll not meddle in’t. Let her be as she is: if she be fair, ’tis the better for her; an she be not, she has the mends in her own hands.
Good Pandarus, how now, Pandarus!Craig1916: 72
I have had my labour for my travail; ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between, and between, but small thanks for my labour.Craig1916: 76
What! art thou angry, Pandarus? what! with me?
Because she’s kin to me, therefore she’s not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a black-a-moor; ’tis all one to me.
Say I she is not fair?Craig1916: 83
I do not care whether you do or no. She’s a fool to stay behind her father: let her to the Greeks; and so I’ll tell her the next time I see her. For my part, I’ll meddle nor make no more i’ the matter.Craig1916: 88
Pray you, speak no more to me! I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.Craig1916: 93
[Exit Pandarus. An alarum.
Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds!
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs bo fair,
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
I cannot fight upon this argument;Craig1916: 97
It is too starv’d a subject for my sword.
But Pandarus,—O gods! how do you plague me.
I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;Craig1916: 100
And he’s as tetchy to be woo’d to woo
As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne’s love,
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?Craig1916: 104
Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl:
Between our Ilium and where she resides
Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood;
Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar
Our doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark.Craig1916: 109
Alarum. Enter Æneas.
How now, Prince Troilus! wherefore not afield?
Because not there: this woman’s answer sorts,
For womanish it is to be from thence.Craig1916: 112Edition: current; Page: 
What news, Æneas, from the field to-day?
That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
By whom, Æneas?
Troilus, by Menelaus.
Let Paris bleed: ’tis but a scar to scorn;
Paris is gor’d with Menelaus’ horn.
Hark, what good sport is out of town to-day!Craig1916: 118
Better at home, if ‘would I might’ were ‘may.’
But to the sport abroad: are you bound thither?
In all swift haste.
Come, go we then together.
Enter Cressida and Alexander.
Who were those went by?
Queen Hecuba and Helen.
And whither go they?
Up to the eastern tower,
Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
To see the battle. Hector, whose patienceCraig1916: 4
Is as a virtue fix’d, to-day was mov’d:
He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer;
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the sun rose he was harness’d light,Craig1916: 8
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
In Hector’s wrath.
What was his cause of anger?
The noise goes, this: there is among the GreeksCraig1916: 12
A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
They call him Ajax.
Good; and what of him?
They say he is a very man per se
And stands alone.Craig1916: 16
So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.
This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of, nor any man an attaint but he carries some stain of it. He is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair; he hath the joints of every thing, but every thing so out of joint that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.Craig1916: 31
But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry?
They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle and struck him down; the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking.Craig1916: 37
Who comes here?
Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Hector’s a gallant man.Craig1916: 40
As may be in the world, lady.
What’s that? what’s that?
Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
Good morrow, cousin Cressid. What do you talk of? Good morrow, Alexander.
How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?
This morning, uncle.Craig1916: 47
What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector armed and gone ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she?
Hector was gone, but Helen was not up.
E’en so: Hector was stirring early.Craig1916: 52
That were we talking of, and of his anger.
Was he angry?
So he says here.
True, he was so; I know the cause too: he’ll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there’s Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too.Craig1916: 60
What! is he angry too?
Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two.
O Jupiter! there’s no comparison.Craig1916: 64
What! not between Troilus and Hector?
Do you know a man if you see him?
Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him.Craig1916: 68
Well, I say Troilus is Troilus.
Then you say as I say; for I am sure he is not Hector.
No, nor Hector is not Troilus in some degrees.Craig1916: 73
’Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
Himself! Alas, poor Troilus, I would he were.Craig1916: 76
So he is.
Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India.
He is not Hector.
Himself! no, he’s not himself. Would a’ were himself: well, the gods are above; time must friend or end: well, Troilus, well, I would my heart were in her body. No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.Craig1916: 84
He is elder.
Pardon me, pardon me.
Th’ other’s not come to’t; you shall tell me another tale when the other’s come to’t. Hector shall not have his wit this year.
He shall not need it if he have his own.
Nor his qualities.Craig1916: 92
Nor his beauty.
’Twould not become him; his own’s better.Craig1916: 96
You have no judgment, niece: Helen herself swore th’ other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour,—for so ’tis I must confess,—not brown neither,—Craig1916: 100
No, but brown.
Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
To say the truth, true and not true.Craig1916: 104
She prais’d his complexion above Paris.
Why, Paris hath colour enough.
So he has.
Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised him above, his complexion is higher than his: he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as lief Helen’s golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose.Craig1916: 113
I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris.
Then she’s a merry Greek indeed.Craig1916: 116
Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him th’ other day into the compassed window, and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin,—Craig1916: 120
Indeed, a tapster’s arithmetic may soon bring his particulars therein to a total.
Why, he is very young; and yet will he, within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector.Craig1916: 125
Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter?
But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin,—Craig1916: 130
Juno have mercy! how came it cloven?
Why, you know, ’tis dimpled. I think his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.
O! he smiles valiantly.
Does he not?Craig1916: 136
O! yes, an ’twere a cloud in autumn.
Why, go to, then. But to prove to you that Helen loves Troilus,—
Troilus will stand to the proof, if you’ll prove it so.Craig1916: 141
Troilus! why he esteems her no more than I esteem an addle egg.
If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i’ the shell.Craig1916: 146
I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin: indeed, she has a marvell’s white hand, I must needs confess,—
Without the rack.Craig1916: 150
And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.
Alas! poor chin! many a wart is richer.
But there was such laughing: Queen Hecuba laughed that her eyes ran o’er.
With millstones.Craig1916: 156
And Cassandra laughed.
But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes: did her eyes run o’er too?
And Hector laughed.Craig1916: 160
At what was all this laughing?
Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus’ chin.
An’t had been a green hair, I should have laughed too.Craig1916: 165
They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.
What was his answer?Craig1916: 168
Quoth she, ‘Here’s but one-and-fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.’
This is her question.
That’s true; make no question of that. ‘One-and-fifty hairs,’ quoth he, ‘and one white: that white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons.’ ‘Jupiter!’ quoth she, ‘which of these hairs is Paris, my husband?’ ‘The forked one,’ quoth he; ‘pluck’t out, and give it him.’ But there was such laughing, and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that it passed.Craig1916: 180
So let it now, for it has been a great while going by.
Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on’t.Craig1916: 184
So I do.
I’ll be sworn ’tis true: he will weep you, an ’twere a man born in April.
And I’ll spring up in his tears, an ’twere a nettle against May.
[A retreat sounded.
Hark! they are coming from the field. Shall we stand up here, and see them as they pass toward Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece, Cressida.
At your pleasure.Craig1916: 193
Here, here; here’s an excellent place: here we may see most bravely. I’ll tell you them all by their names as they pass by, but mark Troilus above the rest.Craig1916: 197
Speak not so loud.
Æneas passes over the stage.
That’s Æneas: is not that a brave man? he’s one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you: but mark Troilus; you shall see anon.Craig1916: 201
Antenor passes over.
That’s Antenor: he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you; and he’s a man good enough: he’s one o’ the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and a proper man of person. When comes Troilus? I’ll show you Troilus anon: if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.Craig1916: 208
Will he give you the nod?
You shall see.
If he do, the rich shall have more.
Hector passes over.
That’s Hector, that, that, look you, that; there’s a fellow! Go thy way, Hector! There’s a brave man, niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there’s a countenance! Is’t not a brave man?Craig1916: 216
O! a brave man.
Is a’ not? It does a man’s heart good. Look you what hacks are on his helmet! look you yonder, do you see? look you there: there’s no jesting; there’s laying on, take’t off who will, as they say: there be hacks!Craig1916: 222
Be those with swords?
Swords? any thing, he cares not; an the devil come to him, it’s all one: by God’s lid, it does one’s heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris.Craig1916: 227
Paris crosses over.
Look ye yonder, niece: is’t not a gallant man too, is’t not? Why, this is brave now. Who said he came hurt home to-day? he’s not hurt: why, this will do Helen’s heart good now, ha! Would I could see Troilus now! You shall see Troilus anon.Craig1916: 233
Helenus passes over.
That’s Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is. That’s Helenus. I think he went not forth to-day. That’s Helenus.Craig1916: 237
Can Helenus fight, uncle?
Helenus? no, yes, he’ll fight indifferent well. I marvel where Troilus is. Hark! do you not hear the people cry, ‘Troilus?’ Helenus is a priest.Craig1916: 242
What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
Troilus passes over.
Where? yonder? that’s Deiphobus.
Tis Troilus! there’s a man, niece! Hem! Brave
Troilus! the prince of chivalry!Craig1916: 246
Peace! for shame, peace!
Mark him; note him: O brave Troilus! look well upon him, niece: look you how his sword is bloodied, and his helmet more hacked than Hector’s; and how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth! he ne’er saw three-and-twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way! Had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot.
Here come more.Craig1916: 259
Soldiers pass over.
Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die i’ the eyes of Troilus. Ne’er look, ne’er look; the eagles are gone: crows and daws, crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus than Agamemnon and all Greece.Craig1916: 265
There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.
Achilles! a drayman, a porter, a very camel.Craig1916: 269
‘Well, well!’ Why, have you any discretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and so forth, the spice and salt that season a man?Craig1916: 276
Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date in the pie, for then the man’s date’s out.
You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie.Craig1916: 281
Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these: and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.
Say one of your watches.Craig1916: 288
Nay, I’ll watch you for that; and that’s one of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow; unless it swell past hiding, and then it’s past watching.Craig1916: 293
You are such another!
Enter Troilus’ Boy.
Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.Craig1916: 296
At your own house; there he unarms him.
Good boy, tell him I come. [Exit Boy.] I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.
I’ll be with you, niece, by and by.
To bring, uncle?
Ay, a token from Troilus.Craig1916: 304
By the same token, you are a bawd.
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love’s full sacrifice
He offers in another’s enterprise;
But more in Troilus thousand-fold I seeCraig1916: 308
Than in the glass of Pandar’s praise may be.
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:
Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing:
That she belov’d knows nought that knows not this:Craig1916: 312
Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is:
That she was never yet, that ever knew
Love got so sweet as when desire did sue.
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:Craig1916: 316
Achievement is command; ungain’d, beseech:
Then though my heart’s content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.
Sennet. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses, Menelaus, and Others.
What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
The ample proposition that hope makes
In all designs begun on earth belowCraig1916: 4
Fails in the promis’d largeness: checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d;
As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine and divert his grainCraig1916: 8
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us
That we come short of our suppose so far
That after seven years’ siege yet Troy walls stand;Craig1916: 12
Sith every action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
And that unbodied figure of the thoughtCraig1916: 16
That gave’t surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abash’d behold our works,
And call them shames? which are indeed nought else
But the protractive trials of great Jove,Craig1916: 20
To find persistive constancy in men:
The fineness of which metal is not found
In Fortune’s love; for then, the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,Craig1916: 24
The hard and soft, seem all affin’d and kin:
But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;Craig1916: 28
And what hath mass or matter, by itself
Lies rich in virtue and unmingled.
With due observance of thy god-like seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall applyCraig1916: 32
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their wayCraig1916: 36
With those of nobler bulk!
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and anon behold
The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut,Craig1916: 40
Bounding between the two moist elements,
Like Perseus’ horse: where’s then the saucy boat
Whose weak untimber’d sides but even now
Co-rivall’d greatness? either to harbour fled,Craig1916: 44
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
Doth valour’s show and valour’s worth divide
In storms of fortune; for in her ray and brightness
The herd hath more annoyance by the breeseCraig1916: 48
Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And flies fled under shade, why then the thing of courage,
As rous’d with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
And with an accent tun’d in self-same key,Craig1916: 53
Retorts to chiding fortune.
Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,Craig1916: 56
In whom the tempers and the minds of all
Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks.
Besides the applause and approbation
The which, [To Agamemnon.] most mighty for thy place and sway,Craig1916: 60
[To Nestor.] And thou most reverend for thy stretch’d-out life,
I give to both your speeches, which were such
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Should hold up high in brass; and such againCraig1916: 64
As venerable Nestor, hatch’d in silver,
Should with a bond of air, strong as the axle-tree
On which heaven rides, knit all the Greekish ears
To his experienc’d tongue, yet let it please hoth,Craig1916: 68
Thou great, and wise, to hear Ulysses speak.
Speak, Prince of Ithaca; and be’t of less expect
That matter needless, of importless burden,
Divide thy lips, than we are confident,Craig1916: 72
When rank Thersites opes his mastick jaws,
We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
And the great Hector’s sword had lack’d a master,Craig1916: 76
But for these instances.
The specialty of rule hath been neglected:
And look, how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.Craig1916: 80
When that the general is not like the hive
To whom the foragers shall all repair,
What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,
The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.Craig1916: 84
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office, and custom, in all line of order:Craig1916: 88
And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
In noble eminence enthron’d and spher’d
Amidst the other; whose med’cinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,Craig1916: 92
And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets
In evil mixture to disorder wander,
What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny,
What raging of the sea, shaking of earth,Craig1916: 97
Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
The unity and married calm of statesCraig1916: 100
Quite from their fixure! O! when degree is shak’d,
Which is the ladder to all high designs,
The enterprise is sick. How could communities,
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,Craig1916: 105
The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,
But by degree, stand in authentic place?Craig1916: 108
Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark! what discord follows; each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores,
And make a sop of all this solid globe:Craig1916: 113
Strength should be lord of imbecility,
And the rude son should strike his father dead:
Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong—Craig1916: 116
Between whose endless jar justice resides—
Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Then every thing includes itself in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;Craig1916: 120
And appetite, a universal wolf,
So doubly seconded with will and power,
Must make perforce a universal prey,
And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,
This chaos, when degree is suffocate,Craig1916: 125
Follows the choking.
And this neglection of degree it is
That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
It hath to climb. The general’s disdain’dCraig1916: 129
By him one step below, he by the next,
That next by him beneath; so every step,
Exampled by the first pace that is sickCraig1916: 132
Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
Of pale and bloodless emulation:
And ’tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,
Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,
Troy in our weakness lives, not in her strength.
Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover’d
The fever whereof all our power is sick.
The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses,Craig1916: 140
What is the remedy?
The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns
The sinew and the forehand of our host,
Having his ear full of his airy fame,Craig1916: 144
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
Lies mocking our designs. With him Patroclus
Upon a lazy bed the livelong day
Breaks scurril jests,Craig1916: 148
And with ridiculous and awkward action—
Which, slanderer, he imitation calls—
He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,
Thy topless deputation he puts onCraig1916: 152
And, like a strutting player, whose conceit
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
’Twixt his stretch’d footing and the scaffoldage,—Craig1916: 156
Such to-be-pitied and o’er-wrested seeming
He acts thy greatness in:—and when he speaks,
’Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar’d,
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp’d,Craig1916: 160
Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff
The large Achilles, on his press’d bed lolling,
From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause;
Cries, ‘Excellent! ’tis Agamemnon just.Craig1916: 164
Now play me Nestor; hem, and stroke thy beard,
As he being drest to some oration.’Edition: current; Page: 
That’s done;—as near as the extremest ends
Of parallels, like as Vulcan and his wife:—Craig1916: 168
Yet good Achilles still cries, ‘Excellent!
’Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus,
Arming to answer in a night alarm.’
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of ageCraig1916: 172
Must be the scene of mirth; to cough and spit,
And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,
Shake in and out the rivet: and at this sport
Sir Valour dies; cries, ‘O! enough, Patroclus;
Or give me ribs of steel; I shall split allCraig1916: 177
In pleasure of my spleen.’ And in this fashion,
All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
Severals and generals of grace exact,Craig1916: 180
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Success or loss, what is or is not, serves
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.Craig1916: 184
And in the imitation of these twain—
Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns
With an imperial voice—many are infect.
Ajax is grown self-will’d, and bears his headCraig1916: 188
In such a rein, in full as proud a place
As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;
Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war,
Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites—Craig1916: 192
A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint—
To match us in comparison with dirt;
To weaken and discredit our exposure,
How rank soever rounded in with danger.Craig1916: 196
They tax our policy, and call it cowardice;
Count wisdom as no member of the war;
Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
But that of hand: the still and mental parts,Craig1916: 200
That do contrive how many hands shall strike,
When fitness calls them on, and know by measure
Of their observant toil the enemies’ weight,—
Why, this hath not a finger’s dignity:Craig1916: 204
They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war;
So that the ram that batters down the wall,
For the great swing and rudeness of his poise,
They place before his hand that made the engine,
Or those that with the fineness of their soulsCraig1916: 209
By reason guides his execution.
Let this be granted, and Achilles’ horse
Makes many Thetis’ sons.
What trumpet? look, Menelaus.Craig1916: 213
What would you ’fore our tent?
Is this great Agamemnon’s tent, I pray you?Craig1916: 216
May one, that is a herald and a prince,
Do a fair message to his kingly ears?
With surety stronger than Achilles’ armCraig1916: 220
’Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice
Call Agamemnon head and general.
Fair leave and large security. How may
A stranger to those most imperial looksCraig1916: 224
Know them from eyes of other mortals?
I ask, that I might waken reverence,
And bid the cheek be ready with a blushCraig1916: 228
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The youthful Phœbus:
Which is that god in office, guiding men?
Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?Craig1916: 232
This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy
Are ceremonious courtiers.
Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d,
As bending angels; that’s their fame in peace:
But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,Craig1916: 237
Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove’s accord,
Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas!
Peace, Trojan! lay thy finger on thy lips!Craig1916: 240
The worthiness of praise distains his worth,
If that the prais’d himself bring the praise forth;
But what the repining enemy commends,
That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends.Craig1916: 244
Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas?
Ay, Greek, that is my name.
What’s your affair, I pray you?
Sir, pardon; ’tis for Agamemnon’s ears.
He hears nought privately that comes from Troy.Craig1916: 249
Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him:
I bring a trumpet to awake his ear,
To set his sense on the attentive bent,Craig1916: 252
And then to speak.
Speak frankly as the wind:
It is not Agamemnon’s sleeping hour;
That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake,
He tells thee so himself.
Trumpet, blow aloud,Craig1916: 256
Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;
And every Greek of mettle, let him know,
What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.
We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy.Craig1916: 260Edition: current; Page: 
A prince called Hector,—Priam is his father,—
Who in this dull and long-continu’d truce
Is rusty grown: he bade me take a trumpet,
And to this purpose speak: kings, princes, lords!
If there be one among the fair’st of GreeceCraig1916: 265
That holds his honour higher than his ease,
That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril,
That knows his valour, and knows not his fear,
That loves his mistress more than in confession,Craig1916: 269
With truant vows to her own lips he loves,
And dare avow her beauty and her worth
In other arms than hers,—to him this challenge.
Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,Craig1916: 273
Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,
He hath a lady wiser, fairer, truer,
Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;Craig1916: 276
And will to-morrow with his trumpet call,
Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy,
To rouse a Grecian that is true in love:
If any come, Hector shall honour him;Craig1916: 280
If none, he’ll say in Troy when he retires,
The Grecian dames are sunburnt, and not worth
The splinter of a lance. Even so much.
This shall be told our lovers, Lord Æneas;Craig1916: 284
If none of them have soul in such a kind,
We left them all at home: but we are soldiers;
And may that soldier a mere recreant prove,
That means not, hath not, or is not in love!Craig1916: 288
If then one is, or hath, or means to be,
That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he.
Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man
When Hector’s grandsire suck’d: he is old now;
But if there be not in our Grecian hostCraig1916: 293
One noble man that hath one spark of fire
To answer for his love, tell him from me,
I’ll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver,Craig1916: 296
And in my vantbrace put this wither’d brawn;
And, meeting him, will tell him that my lady
Was fairer than his grandam, and as chaste
As may be in the world: his youth in flood,Craig1916: 300
I’ll prove this truth with my three drops of blood.
Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth!
Fair Lord Æneas, let me touch your hand;Craig1916: 304
To our pavilion shall I lead you first.
Achilles shall have word of this intent;
So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent:
Yourself shall feast with us before you go,Craig1916: 308
And find the welcome of a noble foe.
[Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor.
What says Ulysses?
I have a young conception in my brain;Craig1916: 312
Be you my time to bring it to some shape.
Blunt wedges rive hard knots: the seeded pride
That hath to this maturity blown upCraig1916: 317
In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp’d,
Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,
To overbulk us all.
Well, and how?Craig1916: 320
This challenge that the gallant Hector sends,
However it is spread in general name,
Relates in purpose only to Achilles.
The purpose is perspicuous even as substanceCraig1916: 324
Whose grossness little characters sum up:
And, in the publication, make no strain,
But that Achilles, were his brain as barren
As banks of Libya,—though, Apollo knows,Craig1916: 328
’Tis dry enough,—will with great speed of judgment,
Ay, with celerity, find Hector’s purpose
Pointing on him.
And wake him to the answer, think you?Craig1916: 332
Yes, ’tis most meet: whom may you else oppose,
That can from Hector bring those honours off,
If not Achilles? Though’t be a sportful combat,
Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;Craig1916: 336
For here the Trojans taste our dear’st repute
With their fin’st palate: and trust to me, Ulysses,
Our imputation shall be oddly pois’d
In this wild action; for the success,Craig1916: 340
Although particular, shall give a scantling
Of good or bad unto the general;
And in such indexes, although small pricks
To their subsequent volumes, there is seenCraig1916: 344
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of things to come at large. It is suppos’d
He that meets Hector issues from our choice;
And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,Craig1916: 348
Makes merit her election, and doth boil,
As ’twere from forth us all, a man distill’d
Out of our virtues; who miscarrying,
What heart receives from bence the conquering part,Craig1916: 352
To steel a strong opinion to themselves?
Which entertain’d, limbs are his instruments,
In no less working than are swords and bows
Directive by the limbs.Craig1916: 356
Give pardon to my speech:
Therefore ’tis meet Achilles meet not Hector.
Let us like merchants show our foulest wares,
And think perchance they’ll sell; if not,Craig1916: 360
The lustre of the better yet to show
Shall show the better. Do not consent
That ever Hector and Achilles meet;
For both our honour and our shame in thisCraig1916: 364
Are dogg’d with two strange followers.
I see them not with my old eyes: what are they?
What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,
Were he not proud, we all should share with him:Craig1916: 368
But he already is too insolent;
And we were better parch in Afric sun
Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Should he ’scape Hector fair: if he were foil’d,Craig1916: 372
Why then we did our main opinion crush
In taint of our best man. No; make a lottery;
And by device let blockish Ajax draw
The sort to fight with Hector: among ourselves
Give him allowance as the worthier man,Craig1916: 377
For that will physic the great Myrmidon
Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall
His crest that prouder than blue Iris bends.Craig1916: 380
If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
We’ll dress him up in voices: if he fail,
Yet go we under our opinion still
That we have better men. But, hit or miss,Craig1916: 384
Our project’s life this shape of sense assumes:
Ajax employ’d plucks down Achilles’ plumes.
Now I begin to relish thy advice;Craig1916: 388
And I will give a taste of it forthwith
To Agamemnon: go we to him straight.
Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone
Must tarre the mastiffs on, as ’twere their bone.
Enter Ajax and Thersites.
Agamemnon, how if he had boils? full, all over, generally?
And those boils did run? Say so, did not the general run then? were not that a botchy core?
Then would come some matter from him: I see none now.
Thou bitch-wolf’s son, canst thou not hear?
The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord!
Speak then, thou vinewedst leaven, speak: I will beat thee into handsomeness.Craig1916: 16
I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness: but I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, canst thou? a red murrain o’ thy jade’s tricks!Craig1916: 21
Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.
Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus?Craig1916: 24
Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.
Do not, porpentine, do not: my fingers itch.Craig1916: 28
I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsomest scab of Greece. When thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another.Craig1916: 33
I say, the proclamation!
Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at Proserpina’s beauty, ay that thou barkest at him.
Thou shouldst strike him.Craig1916: 40
He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit.
You whoreson cur.
Do, do.Craig1916: 45
Thou stool for a witch!
Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinego may tutor thee: thou scurvy-valiant valiant ass! thou art here but to thrash Trojans; and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit, like a barbarian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou!
You scurvy lord!Craig1916: 56
Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you this?Craig1916: 60
How now, Thersites! what’s the matter, man?
You see him there, do you?
Ay; what’s the matter?
Nay, look upon him.Craig1916: 64
So I do: what’s the matter?
Nay, but regard him well.
‘Well!’ why, so I do.
But yet you look not well upon him; for, whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.Craig1916: 69
I know that, fool.
Ay, but that fool knows not himself.
Therefore I beat thee.Craig1916: 72
Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have bobbed his brain more than he has beat my bones: I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. This lord, Achilles, Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head, I’ll tell you what I say of him.Craig1916: 80
I say, this Ajax,—
[Ajax offers to strike him.
Nay, good Ajax.
Has not so much wit—Craig1916: 84
Nay, I must hold you.
As will stop the eye of Helen’s needle, for whom he comes to fight.
Peace, fool!Craig1916: 88
I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will not: he there; that he; look you there.
O thou damned cur! I shall—Craig1916: 92
Will you set your wit to a fool’s?
No, I warrant you; for a fool’s will shame it.
Good words, Thersites.Craig1916: 96
What’s the quarrel?
I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenour of the proclamation, and he rails upon me.Craig1916: 100
I serve thee not.
Well, go to, go to.
I serve here voluntary.
Your last service was sufferance, ’twas not voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.Craig1916: 107
Even so; a great deal of your wit too lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall have a great catch if he knock out either of your brains: a’ were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.Craig1916: 112
What, with me too, Thersites?
There’s Ulysses and old Nestor, whose wit was mouldy ere your grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke you like draught-oxen, and make you plough up the wars.Craig1916: 117
Yes, good sooth: to, Achilles! to, Ajax! to!Craig1916: 120
I shall cut out your tongue.
’Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as thou afterwards.
No more words, Thersites; peace!Craig1916: 124
I will hold my peace when Achilles’ brach bids me, shall I?
There’s for you, Patroclus.
I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I come any more to your tents: I will keep where there is wit stirring and leave the faction of fools.
A good riddance.Craig1916: 132
Marry, this, sir, is proclaim’d through all our host:
That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,
Will, with a trumpet, ’twixt our tents and Troy
To morrow morning call some knight to arms
That hath a stomach; and such a one that dareCraig1916: 137
Maintain—I know not what: ’tis trash. Farewell.
Farewell. Who shall answer him?
I know not: it is put to lottery; otherwise,Craig1916: 140
He knew his man.
O, meaning you. I will go learn more of it.
Enter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and Helenus.
After so many hours, lives, speeches spent,
Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks:
‘Deliver Helen, and all damage else,
As honour, loss of time, travail, expense,Craig1916: 4
Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consum’d
In hot digestion of this cormorant war,
Shall be struck off.’ Hector, what say you to’t?
Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I,Craig1916: 8
As far as toucheth my particular,
Yet, dread Priam,
There is no lady of more softer bowels,
More spongy to suck in the sense of fear,Craig1916: 12
More ready to cry out ‘Who knows what follows?’
Than Hector is. The wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is call’d
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searchesCraig1916: 16
To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:
Since the first sword was drawn about this question,Edition: current; Page: 
Every tithe soul, ’mongst many thousand dismes,
Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours:
If we have lost so many tenths of ours,Craig1916: 21
To guard a thing not ours nor worth to us,
Had it our name, the value of one ten,
What merit’s in that reason which deniesCraig1916: 24
The yielding of her up?
Fie, fie! my brother,
Weigh you the worth and honour of a king
So great as our dread father in a scale
Of common ounces? will you with counters sum
The past proportion of his infinite?Craig1916: 29
And buckle in a waist most fathomless
With spans and inches so diminutive
As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame!Craig1916: 32
No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons,
You are so empty of them. Should not our father
Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons,
Because your speech hath none that tells him so?Craig1916: 36
You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest;
You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your reasons:
You know an enemy intends you harm;
You know a sword employ’d is perilous,Craig1916: 40
And reason flies the object of all harm:
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
The very wings of reason to his heels,Craig1916: 44
And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Or like a star disorb’d? Nay, if we talk of reason,
Let’s shut our gates and sleep: manhood and honour
Should have hare-hearts, would they but fat their thoughtsCraig1916: 48
With this cramm’d reason: reason and respect
Make livers pale, and lustihood deject.
Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost
What is aught but as ’tis valu’d?
But value dwells not in particular will;
It holds his estimate and dignity
As well wherein ’tis precious of itself
As in the prizer. ’Tis mad idolatryCraig1916: 56
To make the service greater than the god;
And the will dotes that is inclinable
To what infectiously itself affects,
Without some image of the affected merit.Craig1916: 60
I take to-day a wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduct of my will;
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
Two traded pilots ’twixt the dangerous shoresCraig1916: 64
Of will and judgment. How may I avoid,
Although my will distaste what it elected,
The wife I chose? there can be no evasion
To blench from this and to stand firm by honour.Craig1916: 68
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant
When we have soil’d them, nor the remainder viands
We do not throw in unrespective sink
Because we now are full. It was thought meet
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks:
Your breath of full consent bellied his sails;
The seas and winds—old wranglers—took a truce
And did him service: he touch’d the ports desir’d,Craig1916: 76
And for an old aunt whom the Greeks held captive
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness
Wrinkles Apollo’s, and makes stale the morning.
Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt:
Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl,Craig1916: 81
Whose price hath launch’d above a thousand ships,
And turn’d crown’d kings to merchants.
If you’ll avouch ’twas wisdom Paris went,—Craig1916: 84
As you must needs, for you all cried ‘Go, go,’—
If you’ll confess he brought home noble prize,—
As you must needs, for you all clapp’d your hands,
And cry’d ‘Inestimable!’—why do you nowCraig1916: 88
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate,
And do a deed that Fortune never did,
Beggar the estimation which you priz’d
Richer than sea and land? O! theft most base,
That we have stol’n what we do fear to keep!Craig1916: 93
But thieves unworthy of a thing so stol’n,
That in their country did them that disgrace
We fear to warrant in our native place.Craig1916: 96
[Within.] Cry, Trojans, cry!
What noise? what shriek?
’Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice
[Within.] Cry, Trojans!
It is Cassandra.Craig1916: 100
Enter Cassandra, raving.
Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes,
And I will fill them with prophetic tears.
Peace, sister, peace!
Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled eld,Craig1916: 104
Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Add to my clamours! let us pay betimes
A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears!Edition: current; Page: 
Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;Craig1916: 109
Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all.
Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe!
Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go.
Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strainsCraig1916: 113
Of divination in our sister work
Some touches of remorse? or is your blood
So madly hot that no discourse of reason,Craig1916: 116
Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Can qualify the same?
Why, brother Hector,
We may not think the justness of each act
Such and no other than event doth form it,Craig1916: 120
Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
Because Cassandra’s mad: her brain-sick raptures
Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel
Which hath our several honours all engag’dCraig1916: 124
To make it gracious. For my private part,
I am no more touch’d than all Priam’s sons;
And Jove forbid there should be done amongst us
Such things as might offend the weakest spleen
To fight for and maintain.Craig1916: 129
Else might the world convince of levity
As well my undertakings as your counsels;
But I attest the gods, your full consentCraig1916: 132
Gave wings to my propension and cut off
All fears attending on so dire a project:
For what, alas! can these my single arms?
What propugnation is in one man’s valour,Craig1916: 136
To stand the push and enmity of those
This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,
Were I alone to pass the difficulties,
And had as ample power as I have will,Craig1916: 140
Paris should ne’er retract what he hath done,
Nor faint in the pursuit.
Paris, you speak
Like one besotted on your sweet delights:
You have the honey still, but these the gall;Craig1916: 144
So to be valiant is no praise at all.
Sir, I propose not merely to myself
The pleasure such a beauty brings with it;
But I would have the soil of her fair rapeCraig1916: 148
Wip’d off, in honourable keeping her.
What treason were it to the ransack’d queen,
Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,
Now to deliver her possession up,Craig1916: 152
On terms of base compulsion! Can it be
That so degenerate a strain as this
Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?
There’s not the meanest spirit on our partyCraig1916: 156
Without a heart to dare or sword to draw
When Helen is defended, nor none so noble
Whose life were ill bestow’d or death unfam’d
Where Helen is the subject: then, I say,Craig1916: 160
Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well,
The world’s large spaces cannot parallel.
Paris and Troilus, you have both said well;
And on the cause and question now in handCraig1916: 164
Have gloz’d, but superficially; not much
Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought
Unfit to hear moral philosophy.
The reasons you allege do more conduceCraig1916: 168
To the hot passion of distemper’d blood
Than to make up a free determination
’Twixt right and wrong; for pleasure and revenge
Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
Of any true decision. Nature cravesCraig1916: 173
All dues be render’d to their owners: now,
What nearer debt in all humanity
Than wife is to the husband? if this lawCraig1916: 176
Of nature be corrupted through affection,
And that great minds, of partial indulgence
To their benumbed wills, resist the saine;
There is a law in each well-order’d nationCraig1916: 180
To curb those raging appetites that are
Most disobedient and refractory.
If Helen then be wife to Sparta’s king,
As it is known she is, these moral lawsCraig1916: 184
Of nature, and of nations, speak aloud
To have her back return’d: thus to persist
In doing wrong extenuates not wrong,
But makes it much more heavy. Hector’s opinionCraig1916: 188
Is this, in way of truth; yet, ne’ertheless,
My spritely brethren, I propend to you
In resolution to keep Helen still;
For ’tis a cause that hath no mean dependance
Upon our joint and several dignities.Craig1916: 193
Why, there you touch’d the life of our design:
Were it not glory that we more affected
Than the performance of our heaving spleens,
I would not wish a drop of Trojan bloodCraig1916: 197
Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector,
She is a theme of honour and renown,
A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds,Craig1916: 200
Whose present courage may beat down our foes,
And fame in time to come canonize us;
For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose
So rich advantage of a promis’d gloryCraig1916: 204
As smiles upon the forehead of this action
For the wide world’s revenue.
I am yours,
You valiant offspring of great Priamus.
I have a roisting challenge sent amongstCraig1916: 208
The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks
Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits.Edition: current; Page: 
I was advertis’d their great general slept
Whilst emulation in the army crept:Craig1916: 212
This, I presume, will wake him.
How now, Thersites! what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury! Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? he beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction! Would it were otherwise; that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me. ’Sfoot, I’ll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I’ll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there’s Achilles, a rare enginer. If Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves. O! thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods, and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy caduceus, if ye take not that little little less than little wit from them that they have; which short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing their massy irons and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the Neapolitan bone-ache! for that, methinks, is the curse dependant on those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers, and devil Envy say Amen. What, ho! my Lord Achilles!Craig1916: 24
Who’s there? Thersites! Good Thersites, come in and rail.
If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldst not have slipped out of my contemplation: but it is no matter; thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! then, if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair corpse, I’ll be sworn and sworn upon’t she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Where’s Achilles?Craig1916: 37
What! art thou devout? wast thou in prayer?
Ay; the heavens hear me!Craig1916: 40
Thersites, my lord.
Where, where? Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my table so many meals? Come, what’s Agamemnon?
Thy commander, Achilles. Then tell me, Patroclus, what’s Achilles?Craig1916: 48
Thy lord, Thersites. Then tell me, I pray thee, what’s thyself?
Thy knower, Patroclus. Then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou?Craig1916: 52
Thou mayst tell that knowest.
O! tell, tell.
I’ll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus’ knower; and Patroclus is a fool.
Peace, fool! I have not done.Craig1916: 60
He is a privileged man. Proceed, Thersites.
Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.Craig1916: 65
Derive this; come.
Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive.
Why am I a fool?Craig1916: 72
Make that demand to the Creator. It suffices me thou art. Look you, who comes here?
Patroclus, I’ll speak with nobody. Come in with me, Thersites.
Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery! all the argument is a cuckold and a whore; a good quarrel to draw emulous factions and bleed to death upon. Now, the dry serpigo on the subject! and war and lechery confound all!
Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, Diomedes, and Ajax.
Where is Achilles?Craig1916: 84
Within his tent; but ill-dispos’d, my lord.
Let it be known to him that we are here.
He shent our messengers; and we lay by
Our appertainments, visiting of him:Craig1916: 88
Let him be told so; lest perchance he think
We dare not move the question of our place,
Or know not what we are.
I shall say so to him.
We saw him at the opening of his tent:Craig1916: 92
He is not sick.
Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you Edition: current; Page:  may call it melancholy if you will favour the man; but, by my head, ’tis pride: but why, why? let him show us a cause. A word, my lord.
[Takes Agamemnon aside.
What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.Craig1916: 101
Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.Craig1916: 105
No; you see, he is his argument that has his argument, Achilles.
All the better; their fraction is more our wish than their faction: but it was a strong composure a fool could disunite.
The amity that wisdom knits not folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus.Craig1916: 112
No Achilles with him.
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.Craig1916: 116
Achilles bids me say, he is much sorry
If any thing more than your sport and pleasure
Did move your greatness and this noble state
To call upon him; he hopes it is no otherCraig1916: 120
But, for your health and your digestion sake,
An after-dinner’s breath.
Hear you, Patroclus:
We are too well acquainted with these answers:
But his evasion, wing’d thus swift with scorn,
Cannot outfly our apprehensions.Craig1916: 125
Much attribute he hath, and much the reason
Why we ascribe it to him; yet all his virtues,
Not virtuously on his own part beheld,Craig1916: 128
Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss,
Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him,
We come to speak with him; and you shall not sinCraig1916: 132
If you do say we think him over-proud
And under-honest, in self-assumption greater
Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than himselfCraig1916: 135
Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on,
Disguise the holy strength of their command,
And underwrite in an observing kind
His humorous predominance; yea, watch
His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as ifCraig1916: 140
The passage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add,
That if he overhold his price so much,
We’ll none of him; but let him, like an engine
Not portable, lie under this report:Craig1916: 145
‘Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:’
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
Before a sleeping giant: tell him so.Craig1916: 148
I shall; and bring his answer presently.
In second voice we’ll not be satisfied;
We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter you.
What is he more than another?Craig1916: 152
No more than what he thinks he is.
Is he so much? Do you not think he thinks himself a better man than I am?
No question.Craig1916: 156
Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is?
No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable.Craig1916: 161
Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is.
Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.Craig1916: 169
I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
[Aside.] Yet he loves himself: is’t not strange?Craig1916: 173
Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
What’s his excuse?
He doth rely on none,
But carries on the stream of his disposeCraig1916: 176
Without observance or respect of any,
In will peculiar and in self-admission.
Why will he not upon our fair request
Untent his person and share the air with us?
Things small as nothing, for request’s sake only,Craig1916: 181
He makes important: possess’d he is with greatness,
And speaks not to himself but with a pride
That quarrels at self-breath: imagin’d worth
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse,Craig1916: 185
That ’twixt his mental and his active parts
Kingdom’d Achilles in commotion rages
And batters down himself: what should I say?
He is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of itCraig1916: 189
Cry ‘No recovery.’
Let Ajax go to him.Edition: current; Page: 
Dear lord, go you and meet him in his tent:
’Tis said he holds you well, and will be ledCraig1916: 192
At your request a little from himself.
O Agamemnon! let it not be so.
We’ll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
When they go from Achilles: shall the proud lordCraig1916: 196
That bastes his arrogance with his own seam,
And never suffers matter of the world
Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve
And ruminate himself, shall he be worshipp’d
Of that we hold an idol more than he?Craig1916: 201
No, this thrice-worthy and right valiant lord
Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir’d;
Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,Craig1916: 204
As amply titled as Achilles is,
By going to Achilles:
That were to enlard his fat-already pride,
And add more coals to Cancer when he burns
With entertaining great Hyperion.Craig1916: 209
This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid,
And say in thunder, ‘Achilles go to him.’
[Aside.] O! this is well; he rubs the vein of him.Craig1916: 213
[Aside.] And how his silence drinks up this applause!
If I go to him, with my armed fistCraig1916: 216
I’ll pash him o’er the face.
O, no! you shall not go.
An a’ be proud with me, I’ll pheeze his pride.
Let me go to him.Craig1916: 220
Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
A paltry, insolent fellow!
[Aside.] How he describes himself!
Can he not be sociable?Craig1916: 224
[Aside.] The raven chides blackness.
I’ll let his humours blood.
[Aside.] He will be the physician that should be the patient.Craig1916: 228
An all men were o’ my mind,—
[Aside.] Wit would be out of fashion.
A’ should not bear it so, a’ should eat swords first: shall pride carry it?Craig1916: 232
[Aside.] An’t would, you’d carry half.
[Aside.] A’ would have ten shares.
I will knead him; I will make him supple.
[Aside.] He’s not yet through warm: force him with praises: pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.Craig1916: 238
[To Agamemnon.] My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
Our noble general, do not do so.Craig1916: 240
You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Why, ’tis this naming of him does him harm.
Here is a man—but ’tis before his face;
I will be silent.
Wherefore should you so?Craig1916: 244
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with us! Would he were a Trojan!Craig1916: 248
What a vice were it in Ajax now,—
If he were proud,—
Or covetous of praise,—
Ay, or surly borne,—Craig1916: 252
Or strange, or self-affected!
Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure;
Praise him that got thee, her that gave thee suck:
Fam’d be thy tutor, and thy parts of natureCraig1916: 256
Thrice-fam’d, beyond all erudition:
But he that disciplin’d thy arms to fight,
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
And give him half: and, for thy vigour,Craig1916: 260
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
Thy spacious and dilated parts: here’s Nestor
Instructed by the antiquary times,Craig1916: 265
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;
But pardon, father Nestor, were your days
As green as Ajax, and your brain so temper’d,
You should not have the eminence of him,Craig1916: 269
But be as Ajax.
Shall I call you father?
Ay, my good son.
Be rul’d by him, Lord Ajax.
There is no tarrying here; the hart AchillesCraig1916: 272
Keeps thicket. Please it our great general
To call together all his state of war;
Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow,
We must with all our main of power stand fast:
And here’s a lord,—come knights from east to west,Craig1916: 277
And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.
Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep:
Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
Enter Pandarus and a Servant.
Friend! you! pray you, a word: do not you follow the young Lord Paris?
Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
You depend upon him, I mean?Craig1916: 4
Sir, I do depend upon the Lord.
You depend upon a noble gentleman;
I must needs praise him.
The Lord be praised!Craig1916: 8
You know me, do you not?
Faith, sir, superficially.
Friend, know me better. I am the
Lord Pandarus.Craig1916: 12
I hope I shall know your honour better.
I do desire it.
You are in the state of grace.Craig1916: 16
Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles. [Music within.] What music is this?
I do but partly know, sir: it is music in parts.Craig1916: 21
Know you the musicians?
Who play they to?Craig1916: 24
To the hearers, sir.
At whose pleasure, friend?
At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.
Command, I mean, friend.Craig1916: 28
Who shall I command, sir?
Friend, we understand not one another:
I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request do these men play?Craig1916: 32
That’s to’t, indeed, sir. Marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him the mortal Venus, the heartblood of beauty, love’s invisible soul.Craig1916: 36
Who, my cousin Cressida?
No, sir, Helen: could you not find out that by her attributes?
It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seethes.Craig1916: 44
Sodden business: there’s a stewed phrase, indeed.
Enter Paris and Helen, attended.
Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measures, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow!Craig1916: 50
Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair prince, here is good broken music.
You have broke it, cousin; and, by my life, you shall make it whole again: you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full of harmony.Craig1916: 57
Truly, lady, no.
Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.Craig1916: 61
Well said, my lord! Well, you say so in fits.
I have business to my lord, dear queen.
My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?Craig1916: 65
Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we’ll hear you sing, certainly.
Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But, marry, thus, my lord. My dear lord and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus—
My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,—Craig1916: 73
Go to, sweet queen, go to: commends himself most affectionately to you.
You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do, our melancholy upon your head!
Sweet queen, sweet queen! that’s a sweet queen, i’ faith.Craig1916: 80
And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.
Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it not, in truth, la! Nay, I care not for such words: no, no. And, my lord, he desires you, that if the king call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.
My Lord Pandarus,—Craig1916: 88
What says my sweet queen, my very sweet queen?
What exploit’s in hand? where sups he to-night?Craig1916: 92
Nay, but my lord,—
What says my sweet queen! My cousin will fall out with you. You must know where he sups.Craig1916: 96
I’ll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.
No, no, no such matter; you are wide. Come, your disposer is sick.Craig1916: 100
Well, I’ll make excuse.
Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? no, your poor disposer’s sick.
I spy.Craig1916: 104
You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an instrument. Now, sweet queen.
Why, this is kindly done.
My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen.Craig1916: 109
She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my Lord Paris.
He! no, she’ll none of him; they two are twain.Craig1916: 113
Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.
Come, come, I’ll hear no more of this.
I’ll sing you a song now.Craig1916: 117
Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.
Ay, you may, you may.Craig1916: 120
Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!
Love! ay, that it shall, i’ faith.
Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love.Craig1916: 125
In good troth, it begins so:
In love, i’ faith, to the very tip of the nose.Craig1916: 141
He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.Craig1916: 145
Is this the generation of love? hot blood? hot thoughts, and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers: is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who’s a-field to-day?Craig1916: 149
Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not?Craig1916: 153
He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.
Not I, honey-sweet queen. I long to hear how they sped to-day. You’ll remember your brother’s excuse?
To a hair.
Farewell, sweet queen.Craig1916: 160
Commend me to your niece.
I will, sweet queen.
[Exit. A retreat sounded.
They’re come from field: let us to Priam’s hall
To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo youCraig1916: 164
To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers touch’d,
Shall more obey than to the edge of steel
Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do moreCraig1916: 168
Than all the island kings,—disarm great Hector.
’Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;
Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,Craig1916: 172
Yea, overshines ourself.
Sweet, above thought I love thee.
Enter Pandarus and Troilus’ Boy, meeting.
How now! where’s thy master? at my cousin Cressida’s?
No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.Craig1916: 4
O! here he comes. How now, how now!
Sirrah, walk off.
Have you seen my cousin?
No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banksCraig1916: 9
Staying for waftage. O! be thou my Charon,
And give me swift transportance to those fields
Where I may wallow in the lily-bedsCraig1916: 12
Propos’d for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus!
From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings,
And fly with me to Cressid.
Walk here i’ the orchard. I’ll bring her straight.
I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense. What will it be
When that the watery palate tastes indeedCraig1916: 20
Love’s thrice-repured nectar? death, I fear me,
Swounding destruction, or some joy too fine,
Too subtle-potent, tun’d too sharp in sweetness
For the capacity of my ruder powers:Craig1916: 24
I fear it much; and I do fear besides
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.Craig1916: 28
She’s making her ready: she’ll come straight: you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I’ll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain: she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.
Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom;
My heart beats thicker than a fev’rous pulse;Craig1916: 36Edition: current; Page: 
And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
Like vassalage at unawares encountering
The eye of majesty.
Re-enter Pandarus with Cressida.
Come, come, what need you blush? shame’s a baby. Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her that you have sworn to me. What! are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we’ll put you i’ the fills. Why do you not speak to her? Come, draw this curtain, and let’s see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an ’twere dark, you’d close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now! a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i’ the river: go to, go to.
You have bereft me of all words, lady.
Words pay no debts, give her deeds; but she’ll bereave you of the deeds too if she call your activity in question. What! billing again? Here’s ‘In witness whereof the parties interchangeably’—Come in, come in: I’ll go get a fire.
Will you walk in, my lord?
O Cressida! how often have I wished me thus!Craig1916: 64
Wished, my lord! The gods grant,—O my lord!
What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
Fears make devils of cherubins; they never see truly.Craig1916: 73
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the worse.Craig1916: 77
O! let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid’s pageant there is presented no monster.
Nor nothing monstrous neither?Craig1916: 80
Nothing but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.Craig1916: 88
They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions and the act of hares, are they not monsters?Craig1916: 95
Are there such? such are not we. Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare, till merit crown it. No perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert before his birth, and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say worst shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus.Craig1916: 105
Will you walk in, my lord?
What! blushing still? have you not done talking yet?Craig1916: 108
Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.
I thank you for that: if my lord get a boy of you, you’ll give him me. Be true to my lord; if he flinch, chide me for it.Craig1916: 113
You know now your hostages; your uncle’s word, and my firm faith.
Nay, I’ll give my word for her too. Our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant being won: they are burrs, I can tell you; they’ll stick where they are thrown.Craig1916: 120
Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart:
Prince Troilus, I have lov’d you night and day
For many weary months.
Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?Craig1916: 124
Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord,
With the first glance that ever—pardon me—
If I confess much you will play the tyrant.
I love you now; but, till now, not so muchCraig1916: 128
But I might master it: in faith, I lie;
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown
Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
Why have I blabb’d? who shall be true to usCraig1916: 132
When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
But, though I lov’d you well, I woo’d you not;
And yet, good faith, I wish’d myself a man,
Or that we women had men’s privilegeCraig1916: 136
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue;
For in this rapture I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent. See, see! your silence,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel. Stop my mouth.Craig1916: 141
And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
Pretty, i’ faith.
My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss:Craig1916: 145
I am asham’d: O heavens! what have I done?
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
Your leave, sweet Cressid?Craig1916: 148
Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning,—
Pray you, content you.
What offends you, lady?
Sir, mine own company.Craig1916: 152
You cannot shun yourself.
Let me go and try:
I have a kind of self resides with you;
But an unkind self, that itself will leave,Craig1916: 156
To be another’s fool. I would be gone:
Where is my wit? I speak I know not what.
Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.
Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;Craig1916: 160
And fell so roundly to a large confession,
To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise,
Or else you love not, for to be wise, and love,
Exceeds man’s might; that dwells with gods above.Craig1916: 164
O! that I thought it could be in a woman—
As if it can I will presume in you—
To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;
To keep her constancy in plight and youth,Craig1916: 168
Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays:
Or that persuasion could but thus convince me,
That my integrity and truth to youCraig1916: 172
Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of such a winnow’d purity in love;
How were I then uplifted! but, alas!
I am as true as truth’s simplicity,Craig1916: 176
And simpler than the infancy of truth.
In that I’ll war with you.
O virtuous fight!
When right with right wars who shall be most right.
True swains in love shall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rimes,Craig1916: 181
Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,
Want similes, truth tir’d with iteration,
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,Craig1916: 184
As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
As truth’s authentic author to be cited,Craig1916: 188
‘As true as Troilus’ shall crown up the verse
And sanctify the numbers.
Prophet may you be!
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itself,Craig1916: 192
When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
And blind oblivion swallow’d cities up,
And mighty states characterless are grated
To dusty nothing, yet let memory,Craig1916: 196
From false to false, among false maids in love
Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said ‘as false
As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer’s calf,Craig1916: 200
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son;’
Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
‘As false as Cressid.’
Go to, a bargain made; seal it, seal it: I’ll be the witness. Here I hold your hand, here my cousin’s. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world’s end after my name; call them all Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, Amen.Craig1916: 212
Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber and a bed; which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away!
And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this gear!Craig1916: 220
Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas.
Now, princes, for the service I have done you,
The advantage of the time prompts me aloud
To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind
That through the sight I bear in things to come,
I have abandon’d Troy, left my possession,Craig1916: 5
Incurr’d a traitor’s name; expos’d myself,
From certain and possess’d conveniences,
To doubtful fortunes; sequestering from me all
That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition
Made tame and most familiar to my nature;
And here, to do you service, have become
As new into the world, strange, unacquainted:
I do beseech you, as in way of taste,Craig1916: 13
To give me now a little benefit,
Out of those many register’d in promise,
Which, you say, live to come in my behalf.Craig1916: 16
What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make demand.
You have a Trojan prisoner, call’d Antenor,
Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear.
Oft have you—often have you thanks therefore—Craig1916: 20
Desir’d my Cressid in right great exchange,
Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor
I know is such a wrest in their affairs
That their negociations all must slack,Craig1916: 24
Wanting his manage; and they will almost
Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
In change of him: let him be sent, great princes,
And he shall buy my daughter; and her presenceCraig1916: 28
Shall quite strike off all service I have done,
In most accepted pain.
Let Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have
What he requests of us. Good Diomed,Craig1916: 32
Furnish you fairly for this interchange:
Withal bring word if Hector will to-morrow
Be answer’d in his challenge: Ajax is ready.
This shall I undertake; and ’tis a burdenCraig1916: 36
Which I am proud to bear.
[Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent.
Achilles stands in the entrance of his tent:
Please it our general to pass strangely by him,
As if he were forgot; and, princes all,Craig1916: 40
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:
I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me
Why such unplausive eyes are bent on him:
If so, I have derision med’cinableCraig1916: 44
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink.
It may do good: pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple kneesCraig1916: 48
Feed arrogance and are the poor man’s fees.
We’ll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pass along:
So do each lord, and either greet him not,Craig1916: 52
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Than if not look’d on. I will lead the way.
What! comes the general to speak with me?
You know my mind; I’ll fight no more ’gainst Troy.Craig1916: 56
What says Achilles? would he aught with us?
Would you, my lord, aught with the general?
Nothing, my lord.Craig1916: 60
[Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor.
Good day, good day.
How do you? how do you?
What! does the cuckold scorn me?Craig1916: 64
How now, Patroclus?
Good morrow, Ajax.
Good morrow.Craig1916: 68
Ay, and good next day too.
What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
They pass by strangely: they were us’d to bend,
To send their smiles before them to Achilles;Craig1916: 72
To come as humbly as they us’d to creep
To holy altars.
What! am I poor of late?
’Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with fortune,
Must fall out with men too: what the declin’d is
He shall as soon read in the eyes of othersCraig1916: 77
As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings but to the summer,
And not a man, for being simply man,Craig1916: 80
Hath any honour, but honour for those honours
That are without him, as places, riches, and favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,Craig1916: 84
The love that lean’d on them as slippery too,
Do one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall. But ’tis not so with me:
Fortune and I are friends: I do enjoyCraig1916: 88
At ample point all that I did possess,
Save these men’s looks; who do, methinks, find out
Something not worth in me such rich beholding
As they have often given. Here is Ulysses:Craig1916: 92
I’ll interrupt his reading.
How now, Ulysses!
Now, great Thetis’ son!
What are you reading?
A strange fellow here
That man, how dearly ever parted,
How much in having, or without or in,Craig1916: 97
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon othersCraig1916: 100
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.
This is not strange, Ulysses!
The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itselfCraig1916: 104Edition: current; Page: 
To others’ eyes: nor doth the eye itself—
That most pure spirit of sense—behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos’d
Salutes each other with each other’s form;Craig1916: 108
For speculation turns not to itself
Till it hath travell’d and is mirror’d there
Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.
I do not strain at the position,Craig1916: 112
It is familiar, but at the author s drift;
Who in his circumstance expressly proves
That no man is the lord of any thing—
Though in and of him there be much consisting—Craig1916: 116
Till he communicate his parts to others:
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Till he behold them form’d in the applause
Where they’re extended; who, like an arch, reverberatesCraig1916: 120
The voice again, or, like a gate of steel
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this;
And apprehended here immediatelyCraig1916: 124
The unknown Ajax.
Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse,
That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are,
Most abject in regard, and dear in use!Craig1916: 128
What things again most dear in the esteem
And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him,
Ajax renown’d. O heavens! what some men do;Craig1916: 132
While some men leave to do.
How some men creep in skittish Fortune’s hall,
Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!
How one man eats into another’s pride,Craig1916: 136
While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
To see these Grecian lords! why, even already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast,Craig1916: 140
And great Troy shrinking.
I do believe it; for they pass’d by me
As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me
Good word or look: what! are my deeds forgot?
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,Craig1916: 145
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-siz’d monster of ingratitudes:
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour’dCraig1916: 148
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done: perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mailCraig1916: 152
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;
For honour travels in a strait so narrow
Where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path;
For emulation hath a thousand sonsCraig1916: 156
That one by one pursue: if you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter’d tide they all rush by
And leave you hindmost;Craig1916: 160
Or, like a gallant horse fall’n in first rank,
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
O’errun and trampled on: then what they do in present,
Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours;Craig1916: 164
For time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
And with his arms outstretch’d, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,Craig1916: 168
And farewell goes out sighing. O! let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was;
For beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,Craig1916: 172
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,Craig1916: 176
Though they are made and moulded of things past,
And give to dust that is a little gilt
More laud than gilt o’er-dusted.
The present eye praises the present object:Craig1916: 180
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,Craig1916: 184
And still it might, and yet it may again,
If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive,
And case thy reputation in thy tent;
Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves,Craig1916: 189
And drave great Mars to faction.
Of this my privacy
I have strong reasons.
But ’gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and heroical.Craig1916: 192
’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam’s daughters.
Is that a wonder?Craig1916: 196
The providence that’s in a watchful stateEdition: current; Page: 
Knows almost every grain of Plutus’ gold,
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps,
Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods,Craig1916: 200
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
There is a mystery—with whom relation
Durst never meddle—in the soul of state,
Which hath an operation more divineCraig1916: 204
Than breath or pen can give expressure to.
All the commerce that you have had with Troy
As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord;
And better would it fit Achilles muchCraig1916: 208
To throw down Hector than Polyxena;
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When fame shall in our islands sound her trump,
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,
‘Great Hector’s sister did Achilles win,Craig1916: 213
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.’
Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak;
The fool slides o’er the ice that you should break.
To this effect, Achilles, have I mov’d you.Craig1916: 217
A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath’d than an effeminate man
In time of action. I stand condemn’d for this:
They think my little stomach to the warCraig1916: 221
And your great love to me restrains you thus.
Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion’s mane,Craig1916: 225
Be shook to air.
Shall Ajax fight with Hector?
Ay; and perhaps receive much honour by him.
I see my reputation is at stake;Craig1916: 228
My fame is shrewdly gor’d.
O! then, beware;
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves:
Omission to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;Craig1916: 232
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
I’ll send the fool to Ajax and desire himCraig1916: 236
T’ invite the Trojan lords after the combat
To see us here unarmed. I have a woman’s longing,
An appetite that I am sick withal,
To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;Craig1916: 240
To talk with him and to behold his visage,
Even to my full of view. A labour sav’d!
Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.
He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector, and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling that he raves in saying nothing.
How can that be?Craig1916: 252
Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride and a stand; ruminates like a hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say ‘There were wit in this head, an ’twould out;’ and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man’s undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i’ the combat, he’ll break’t himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, ‘Good morrow, Ajax;’ and he replies, ‘Thanks, Agamemnon.’ What think you of this man that takes me for the general? He’s grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.Craig1916: 269
Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.
Who, I? why, he’ll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence: let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.Craig1916: 276
To him, Patroclus: tell him, I humbly desire the valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe-conduct for his person of the magnanimous and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honoured captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, et cætera. Do this.
Jove bless great Ajax!Craig1916: 284
I come from the worthy Achilles,—
Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent,—Craig1916: 289
And to procure safe-conduct from Agamemnon.Craig1916: 292
Ay, my lord.
What say you to’t?Craig1916: 296
God be wi’ you, with all my heart.
Your answer, sir.
If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o’clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me.Craig1916: 301
Your answer, sir.
Fare you well, with all my heart.
Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?
No, but he’s out o’ tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not; but, I am sure, none, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on.Craig1916: 309
Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.
Let me bear another to his horse, for that’s the more capable creature.Craig1916: 313
My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr’d;
And I myself see not the bottom of it.
[Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus.
Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep than such a valiant ignorance.
Enter, on one side, Æneas, and Servant with a torch; on the other, Paris, Deiphobus, Antenor, Diomedes, and Others, with torches.
See, ho! who is that there?
It is the Lord Æneas.
Is the prince there in person?
Had I so good occasion to lie long
As you, Prince Paris, nothing but heavenly businessCraig1916: 4
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
That’s my mind too. Good morrow, Lord Æneas.
A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand:
Witness the process of your speech, whereinCraig1916: 8
You told how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field.
Health to you, valiant sir,
During all question of the gentle truce;
But when I meet you arm’d, as black defianceCraig1916: 12
As heart can think or courage execute.
The one and other Diomed embraces.
Our bloods are now in calm, and, so long, health!
But when contention and occasion meet,Craig1916: 16
By Jove, I’ll play the hunter for thy life
With all my force, pursuit, and policy.
And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward. In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises’ life,Craig1916: 21
Welcome, indeed! By Venus’ hand I swear,
No man alive can love in such a sort
The thing he means to kill more excellently.Craig1916: 24
We sympathize. Jove, let Æneas live,
If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand complete courses of the sun!
But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,Craig1916: 28
With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow!
We know each other well.
We do; and long to know each other worse.
This is the most despiteful gentle greeting,Craig1916: 32
The noblest hateful love, that e’er I heard of.
What business, lord, so early?
I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not.
His purpose meets you: ’twas to bring this GreekCraig1916: 36
To Calchas’ house, and there to render him,
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid.
Let’s have your company; or, if you please,
Haste there before us. I constantly do think—Craig1916: 40
Or rather, call my thought a certain knowledge—
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night:
Rouse him and give him note of our approach,
With the whole quality wherefore: I fearCraig1916: 44
We shall be much unwelcome.
That I assure you:
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
Than Cressid borne from Troy.
There is no help;
The bitter disposition of the timeCraig1916: 48
Will have it so. On, lord; we’ll follow you.
Good morrow, all.
And tell me, noble Diomed; faith, tell me true,
Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,Craig1916: 52
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best—
Myself or Menelaus?
He merits well to have her that doth seek her—
Not making any scruple of her soilure—Craig1916: 56
With such a hell of pain and world of charge,
And you as well to keep her that defend her—
Not palating the taste of her dishonour—
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends:Craig1916: 60
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;
You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleas’d to breed out your inheritors:Craig1916: 64
Both merits pois’d, each weighs nor less nor more;
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
You are too bitter to your country-woman.
She’s bitter to her country. Hear me, Paris:Craig1916: 68Edition: current; Page: 
For every false drop in her bawdy veins
A Grecian’s life hath sunk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight
A Trojan hath been slain. Since she could speak,Craig1916: 72
She hath not given so many good words breath
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer’d death.
Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy;Craig1916: 76
But we in silence hold this virtue well,
We’ll not commend what we intend to sell.
Here lies our way.
Enter Troilus and Cressida.
Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold.
Then, sweet my lord, I’ll call mine uncle down:
He shall unbolt the gates.
Trouble him not;
To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes,Craig1916: 4
And give as soft attachment to thy senses
As infants’ empty of all thought!
Good morrow then.
I prithee now, to bed.
Are you aweary of me?
O Cressida! but that the busy day,Craig1916: 8
Wak’d by the lark, hath rous’d the ribald crows,
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
I would not from thee.
Night hath been too brief.
Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she staysCraig1916: 12
As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
You will catch cold, and curse me.
You men will never tarry.Craig1916: 16
O foolish Cressid! I might have still held off,
And then you would have tarried. Hark! there’s one up.
[Within.] What! are all the doors open here?
It is your uncle.Craig1916: 20
A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life!
How now, how now! how go maiden-heads?
Here, you maid! where’s my cousin Cressid?Craig1916: 24
Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
You bring me to do—and then you flout me too.
To do what? to do what? let her say what: what have I brought you to do?Craig1916: 28
Come, come; beshrew your heart! you’ll ne’er be good,
Nor suffer others.
Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia! hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him!
Did not I tell you? ’would he were knock’d o’ the head!
Who’s that at door? good uncle, go and see.Craig1916: 36
My lord, come you again into my chamber:
You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
Come, you are deceiv’d, I think of no such thing.
How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in:
I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
[Exeunt Troilus and Cressida.
[Going to the door.] Who’s there? what’s the matter? will you beat down the door? How now! what’s the matter?Craig1916: 45
Good morrow, lord, good morrow.
Who’s there? my Lord Æneas! By my troth,
I knew you not: what news with you so early?
Is not Prince Troilus here?Craig1916: 49
Here! what should he do here?
Come, he is here, my lord: do not deny him: it doth import him much to speak with me.Craig1916: 53
Is he here, say you? ’tis more than I know, I’ll be sworn: for my own part, I came in late. What should he do here?Craig1916: 56
Who! nay, then: come, come, you’ll do him wrong ere you’re ’ware. You’ll be so true to him, to be false to him. Do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither; go.Craig1916: 60
How now! what’s the matter?
My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
My matter is so rash: there is at hand
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,Craig1916: 64
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Deliver’d to us; and for him forthwith,
Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes’ handCraig1916: 68
The Lady Cressida.
Is it so concluded?
By Priam, and the general state of Troy:
They are at hand and ready to effect it.
How my achievements mock me!Craig1916: 72
I will go meet them: and, my Lord Æneas,
We met by chance; you did not find me here.
Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature
Have not more gift in taciturnity.Craig1916: 76
[Exeunt Troilus and Æneas.
Is’t possible? no sooner got but lost?
The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad: a plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke’s neck!Craig1916: 80
How now! What is the matter? Who was here?
Why sigh you so profoundly? where’s my lord? gone! Tell me, sweet uncle, what’s the matter?
Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above!Craig1916: 88
O the gods! what’s the matter?
Prithee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne’er been born! I knew thou wouldst be his death. O poor gentleman! A plague upon Antenor!Craig1916: 93
Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I beseech you, what’s the matter?
Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor. Thou must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus: ’twill be his death; ’twill be his bane; he cannot bear it.Craig1916: 100
O you immortal gods! I will not go.
I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
I know no touch of consanguinity;Craig1916: 104
No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me
As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine!
Make Cressid’s name the very crown of falsehood
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;Craig1916: 109
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it. I’ll go in and weep,—
Do, do.Craig1916: 113
Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks,
Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart
With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy.
Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes.
It is great morning, and the hour prefix’d
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what she is to do,Craig1916: 4
And haste her to the purpose.
Walk into her house;
I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently:
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar, and thy brother TroilusCraig1916: 8
A priest, there offering to it his own heart.
I know what ’tis to love;
And would, as I shall pity, I could help!
Please you walk in, my lords.
Enter Pandarus and Cressida.
Be moderate, be moderate.
Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as strongCraig1916: 4
As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?
If I could temporize with my affection,
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief:Craig1916: 8
My love admits no qualifying dross;
No more my grief, in such a precious loss.
Here, here, here he comes. Ah! sweet ducks.
[Embracing him.] O Troilus! Troilus!
What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too. ‘O heart,’ as the goodly saying is,—
when he answers again,
There was never a truer rime. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs!
Cressid, I love thee in so strain’d a purity,Craig1916: 24
That the bless’d gods, as angry with my fancy,
More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.
Have the gods envy?Craig1916: 28
Ay, ay, ay, ay; ’tis too plain a case.
And is it true that I must go from Troy?
A hateful truth.
What! and from Troilus too?
From Troy and Troilus.
Is it possible?Craig1916: 32
And suddenly; where injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by
All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips
Of all rejoindure, forcibly preventsCraig1916: 36
Our lock’d embrasures, strangles our dear vows
Even in the birth of our own labouring breath.
We two, that with so many thousand sighs
Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves
With the rude brevity and discharge of one.Craig1916: 41
Injurious time now with a robber’s haste
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how:
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,Craig1916: 44
With distinct breath and consign’d kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a loose adieu,
And scants us with a single famish’d kiss,
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.Craig1916: 48
[Within.] My lord, is the lady ready?
Hark! you are call’d: some say the Genius so
Cries ‘Come!’ to him that instantly must die.
Bid them have patience; she shall come anon.
Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root!
I must then to the Grecians?
A woeful Cressid ’mongst the merry Greeks!Craig1916: 56
When shall we see again?
Hear me, my love. Be thou but true of heart,—
I true! how now! what wicked deem is this?
Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
For it is parting from us:Craig1916: 61
I speak not ‘be thou true,’ as fearing thee,
For I will throw my glove to Death himself,
That there’s no maculation in thy heart;Craig1916: 64
But, ‘be thou true,’ say I, to fashion in
My sequent protestation; be thou true,
And I will see thee.
O! you shall be expos’d, my lord, to dangersCraig1916: 68
As infinite as imminent; but I’ll be true.
And I’ll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.
And you this glove. When shall I see you?
I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,Craig1916: 72
To give thee nightly visitation.
But yet, be true.
O heavens! ‘be true’ again!
Hear why I speak it, love:
The Grecian youths are full of quality;Craig1916: 76
They’re loving, well compos’d, with gifts of nature,
Flowing and swelling o’er with arts and exercise:
How novelty may move, and parts with person,
Alas! a kind of godly jealousy,—Craig1916: 80
Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,—
Makes me afear’d.
O heavens! you love me not.
Die I a villain, then!
In this I do not call your faith in questionCraig1916: 84
So mainly as my merit: I cannot sing,
Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,
Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all,
To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant:Craig1916: 88
But I can tell that in each grace of these
There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil
That tempts most cunningly. But be not tempted.
Do you think I will?Craig1916: 92
But something may be done that we will not:
And sometimes we are devils to ourselves
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency.Craig1916: 97
[Within.] Nay, good my lord,—
Come, kiss; and let us part.
[Within.] Brother Troilus!
Good brother, come you hither;
And bring Æneas and the Grecian with you.Craig1916: 100
My lord, will you be true?
Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault:
While others fish with craft for great opinion,
I with great truth catch mere simplicity;Craig1916: 104
Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Fear not my truth; the moral of my wit
Is plain, and true; there’s all the reach of it.
Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and Diomedes.
Welcome, Sir Diomed! Here is the ladyCraig1916: 109
Which for Antenor we deliver you:
At the port, lord, I’ll give her to thy hand,
And by the way possess thee what she is.Craig1916: 112
Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek,
If e’er thou stand at mercy of my sword,
Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe
As Priam is in Ilion.Edition: current; Page: 
Fair Lady Cressid,Craig1916: 116
So please you, save the thanks this prince expects:
The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed
You shall be mistress, and command him wholly.
Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,Craig1916: 121
To shame the zeal of my petition to thee
In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece,
She is as far high-soaring o’er thy praisesCraig1916: 124
As thou unworthy to be call’d her servant.
I charge thee use her well, even for my charge;
For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,
Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
I’ll cut thy throat.
O! be not mov’d, Prince Troilus:
Let me be privileg’d by my place and message
To be a speaker free; when I am hence,
I’ll answer to my lust; and know you, lord,Craig1916: 132
I’ll nothing do on charge: to her own worth
She shall be priz’d; but that you say ‘be’t so,’
I’ll speak it in my spirit and honour, ‘no.’
Come, to the port. I’ll tell thee, Diomed,
This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head.Craig1916: 137
Lady, give me your hand, and, as you walk,
To our own selves bend we our needful talk.
[Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomedes. Trumpet sounded.
Hark! Hector’s trumpet.
How have we spent this morning!
The prince must think me tardy and remiss,Craig1916: 141
That swore to ride before him to the field.
’Tis Troilus’ fault. Come, come, to field with him.
Let us make ready straight.Craig1916: 144
Yea, with a bridegroom’s fresh alacrity,
Let us address to tend on Hector’s heels:
The glory of our Troy doth this day lie
On his fair worth and single chivalry.
Enter Ajax, armed; Agamemnon, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, and Others.
Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
Anticipating time with starting courage.
Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled airCraig1916: 4
May pierce the head of the great combatant
And hale him hither.
Thou, trumpet, there’s my purse.
Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe:
Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheekCraig1916: 8
Outswell the colic of puff’d Aquilon.
Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood;
Thou blow’st for Hector.
No trumpet answers.
’Tis but early days.Craig1916: 12
Is not yond Diomed with Calchas’ daughter?
’Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
He rises on the toe: that spirit of his
In aspiration lifts him from the earth.Craig1916: 16
Enter Diomedes, with Cressida.
Is this the Lady Cressid?
Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady.
Our general doth salute you with a kiss.
Yet is the kindness but particular;Craig1916: 20
’Twere better she were kiss’d in general.
And very courtly counsel: I’ll begin.
So much for Nestor.
I’ll take that winter from your lips, fair lady:Craig1916: 24
Achilles bids you welcome.
I had good argument for kissing once.
But that’s no argument for kissing now;
For thus popp’d Paris in his hardiment,Craig1916: 28
And parted thus you and your argument.
O, deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!
For which we lose our heads to gild his horns.
The first was Menelaus’ kiss; this, mine:Craig1916: 32
Patroclus kisses you.
O! this is trim.
Paris and I, kiss evermore for him.
I’ll have my kiss, sir. Lady, by your leave.
In kissing, do you render or receive?Craig1916: 36
Both take and give.
I’ll make my match to live,
The kiss you take is better than you give;
Therefore no kiss.
I’ll give you boot; I’ll give you three for one.Craig1916: 40
You’re an odd man; give even, or give none.
An odd man, lady! every man is odd.
No, Paris is not; for, you know ’tis true,
That you are odd, and he is even with you.Craig1916: 44
You fillip me o’ the head.
No, I’ll be sworn.
It were no match, your nail against his horn.
May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?
I do desire it.
Why, beg, then.Craig1916: 48
Why, then, for Venus’ sake, give me a kiss,
When Helen is a maid again, and his.
I am your debtor; claim it when ’tis due.
Never’s my day, and then a kiss of you.Craig1916: 52
Lady, a word: I’ll bring you to your father.
[Diomedes leads out Cressida.
A woman of quick sense.
Fie, fie upon her!
There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look outCraig1916: 56
At every joint and motive of her body.
O! these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every tickling reader, set them downCraig1916: 61
For sluttish spoils of opportunity
And daughters of the game.
The Trojans’ trumpet.
Yonder comes the troop.Craig1916: 64
Enter Hector, armed; Æneas, Troilus, and other Trojans, with Attendants.
Hail, all you state of Greece! what shall be done
To him that victory commands? or do you purpose
A victor shall be known? will you the knights
Shall to the edge of all extremityCraig1916: 68
Pursue each other, or shall be divided
By any voice or order of the field?
Hector bade ask.
Which way would Hector have it?
He cares not; he’ll obey conditions.Craig1916: 72
’Tis done like Hector; but securely done,
A little proudly, and great deal misprising
The knight oppos’d.
If not Achilles, sir.
What is your name?
If not Achilles, nothing.Craig1916: 76
Therefore Achilles; but, whate’er, know this:
In the extremity of great and little,
Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;
The one almost as infinite as all,Craig1916: 80
The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
And that which looks like pride is courtesy.
This Ajax is half made of Hector’s blood:
In love whereof half Hector stays at home;Craig1916: 84
Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek
This blended knight, half Trojan, and half Greek.
A maiden battle, then? O! I perceive you.
Here is Sir Diomed. Go, gentle knight,Craig1916: 88
Stand by our Ajax: as you and Lord Æneas
Consent upon the order of their fight,
So be it; either to the uttermost,
Or else a breath: the combatants being kinCraig1916: 92
Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.
[Ajax and Hector enter the lists.
They are oppos’d already.
What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy?
The youngest son of Priam, a true knight:Craig1916: 96
Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word,
Speaking in deeds and deedless in his tongue;
Not soon provok’d, nor being provok’d soon calm’d:
His heart and hand both open and both free;Craig1916: 100
For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
Nor dignifies an impure thought with breath.
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;Craig1916: 104
For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes
To tender objects; but he in heat of action
Is more vindicative than jealous love.
They call him Troilus, and on him erectCraig1916: 108
A second hope, as fairly built as Hector.
Thus says Æneas; one that knows the youth
Even to his inches, and with private soul
Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.Craig1916: 112
[Alarum. Hector and Ajax fight.
They are in action.
Now, Ajax, hold thine own!
Hector, thou sleep’st; awake thee!
His blows are well dispos’d: there, Ajax!
You must no more.
Princes, enough, so please you.Craig1916: 116
I am not warm yet; let us fight again.
As Hector pleases.
Why, then will I no more:
Thou art, great lord, my father’s sister’s son,
A cousin-german to great Priam’s seed;Craig1916: 120
The obligation of our blood forbids
A gory emulation ’twixt us twain.
Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so
That thou couldst say, ‘This hand is Grecian all,
And this is Trojan; the sinews of this legCraig1916: 125Edition: current; Page: 
All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother’s blood
Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister
Bounds in my father’s,’ by Jove multipotent,Craig1916: 128
Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member
Wherein my sword had not impressure made
Of our rank feud. But the just gods gainsay
That any drop thou borrow’dst from thy mother,
My sacred aunt, should by my mortal swordCraig1916: 133
Be drain’d! Let me embrace thee, Ajax;
By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;
Hector would have them fall upon him thus:
Cousin, all honour to thee!
I thank thee, Hector:
Thou art too gentle and too free a man:
I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
A great addition earned in thy death.Craig1916: 140
Not Neoptolemus so mirable,
On whose bright crest Fame with her loud’st byes
Cries, ‘This is he!’ could promise to himself
A thought of added honour torn from Hector.
There is expectance here from both the sides,Craig1916: 145
What further you will do.
We’ll answer it;
The issue is embracement: Ajax, farewell.
If I might in entreaties find success,—
As seld I have the chance,—I would desireCraig1916: 149
My famous cousin to our Grecian tents.
’Tis Agamemnon’s wish, and great Achilles
Doth long to see unarm’d the valiant Hector.
Æneas, call my brother Troilus to me,
And signify this loving interview
To the expecters of our Trojan part;
Desire them home. Give me thy hand, my cousin;Craig1916: 156
I will go eat with thee and see your knights.
Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here.
The worthiest of them tell me name by name;
But for Achilles, mine own searching eyesCraig1916: 160
Shall find him by his large and portly size.
Worthy of arms! as welcome as to one
That would be rid of such an enemy;
But that’s no welcome; understand more clear,
What’s past and what’s to come is strew’d with husksCraig1916: 165
And formless ruin of oblivion;
But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
Strain’d purely from all hollow bias-drawing,Craig1916: 168
Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome.
I thank thee, most imperious Agamemnon.
[To Troilus.] My well-fam’d Lord of Troy, no less to you.Craig1916: 172
Let me confirm my princely brother’s greeting:
You brace of war-like brothers, welcome hither.
Whom must we answer?
The noble Menelaus.
O! you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!Craig1916: 176
Mock not that I affect the untraded oath;
Your quondam wife swears still by Venus’ glove:
She’s well, but bade me not commend her to you.
Name her not now, sir; she’s a deadly theme.Craig1916: 180
O! pardon; I offend.
I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft,
Labouring for destiny, make cruel way
Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have seen thee,Craig1916: 184
As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Despising many forfeits and subduements,
When thou hast hung thy advanc’d sword i’ th’ air,
Not letting it decline on the declin’d;Craig1916: 188
That I have said to some my standers-by,
‘Lo! Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!’
And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemm’d thee in,Craig1916: 192
Like an Olympian wrestling: this have I seen;
But this thy countenance, still lock’d in steel,
I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,
And once fought with him: he was a soldier good;Craig1916: 196
But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,
Never like thee. Let an old man embrace thee;
And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.
’Tis the old Nestor.Craig1916: 200
Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,
That hast so long walk’d hand in hand with time:
Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee.
I would my arms could match thee in contention,Craig1916: 204
As they contend with thee in courtesy.
I would they could.
By this white beard, I’d fight with thee to-morrow.Craig1916: 208
Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time.—
I wonder now how yonder city stands,
When we have here her base and pillar by us.
I know your favour, Lord Ulysses, well.
Ah! sir, there’s many a Greek and Trojan dead,
Since first I saw yourself and Diomed
In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.
Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue:Craig1916: 216
My prophecy is but half his journey yet;
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yond towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.
I must not believe you:Craig1916: 220
There they stand yet, and modestly I think,
The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
A drop of Grecian blood: the end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,Craig1916: 224
Will one day end it.
So to him we leave it.
Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome.
After the general, I beseech you next
To feast with me and see me at my tent.Craig1916: 228
I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses, thou!
Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
I have with exact view perus’d thee, Hector,
And quoted joint by joint.
Is this Achilles?Craig1916: 232
I am Achilles.
Stand fair, I pray thee: let me look on thee.
Behold thy fill.
Nay, I have done already.
Thou art too brief: I will the second time,Craig1916: 236
As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.
O! like a book of sport thou’lt read me o’er;
But there’s more in me than thou understand’st.
Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?
Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his bodyCraig1916: 241
Shall I destroy him? whether there, or there, or there?
That I may give the local wound a name,
And make distinct the very breach whereoutCraig1916: 244
Hector’s great spirit flew. Answer me, heavens!
It would discredit the bless’d gods, proud man,
To answer such a question. Stand again:
Think’st thou to catch my life so pleasantlyCraig1916: 248
As to prenominate in nice conjecture
Where thou wilt hit me dead?
I tell thee, yea.
Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,
I’d not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well,
For I’ll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there;
But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,
I’ll kill thee every where, yea, o’er and o’er.
You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag;Craig1916: 256
His insolence draws folly from my lips;
But I’ll endeavour deeds to match these words,
Or may I never—
Do not chafe thee, cousin:
And you, Achilles, let these threats alone,Craig1916: 260
Till accident or purpose bring you to’t:
You may have every day enough of Hector,
If you have stomach. The general state, I fear,
Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him.Craig1916: 264
I pray you, let us see you in the field;
We have had pelting wars since you refus’d
The Grecians’ cause.
Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;Craig1916: 268
To-night all friends.
Thy hand upon that match.
First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;
There in the full convive we afterwards,
As Hector’s leisure and your bounties shallCraig1916: 272
Concur together, severally entreat him.
Beat loud the tabourines, let the trumpets blow,
That this great soldier may his welcome know.
[Exeunt all except Troilus and Ulysses.
My Lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you,
In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?
At Menelaus’ tent, most princely Troilus:
There Diomed doth feast with him to-night;
Who neither looks upon the heaven nor earth,
But gives all gaze and bent of amorous viewCraig1916: 281
On the fair Cressid.
Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to thee so much,
After we part from Agamemnon’s tent,Craig1916: 284
To bring me thither?
You shall command me, sir.
As gentle tell me, of what honour was
This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there
That wails her absence?Craig1916: 288
O, sir! to such as boasting show their scars
A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?
She was belov’d, she lov’d; she is, and doth:
But still sweet love is food for fortune’s tooth.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
I’ll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
Which with my scimitar I’ll cool to-morrow.Edition: current; Page: 
Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.
Here comes Thersites.
How now, thou core of envy!Craig1916: 4
Thou crusty batch of nature, what’s the news?
Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol of idiot-worshippers, here’s a letter for thee.Craig1916: 8
From whence, fragment?
Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.
Who keeps the tent now?
The surgeon’s box, or the patient’s wound.Craig1916: 13
Well said, adversity! and what need these tricks?
Prithee, be silent, boy: I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles’ male varlet.Craig1916: 18
Male varlet, you rogue! what’s that?
Why, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o’ gravel i’ the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, lime-kilns i’ the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries!Craig1916: 28
Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curse thus?
Do I curse thee?
Why, no, you ruinous butt, you whoreson indistinguishable cur, no.Craig1916: 33
No! why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of sleave silk, thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal’s purse, thou? Ah! how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies, diminutives of nature.
Out, gall!Craig1916: 40
My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to-morrow’s battle.
Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,Craig1916: 44
A token from her daughter, my fair love,
Both taxing me and gaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it:
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;
My major vow lies here, this I’ll obey.Craig1916: 49
Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent;
This night in banqueting must all be spent.
Away, Patroclus!Craig1916: 52
[Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus.
With too much blood and too little brain, these two may run mad; but if with too much brain, and too little blood they do, I’ll be a curer of madmen. Here’s Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain as ear-wax: and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother’s leg, to what form but that he is should wit larded with malice and malice forced with wit turn him to? To an ass, were nothing: he is both ass and ox; to an ox, were nothing: he is both ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not care; but to be Menelaus! I would conspire against destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Thersites, for I care not to be the louse of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus. Hey-day! spirits and fires!Craig1916: 74
Enter Hector, Troilus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, Menelaus, and Diomedes, with lights.
We go wrong, we go wrong.
No, yonder ’tis;
There, where we see the lights.
I trouble you.Craig1916: 76
No, not a whit.
Here comes himself to guide you.
Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all.
So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good-night.
Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.Craig1916: 80
Thanks and good-night to the Greeks’ general.
Good-night, my lord.
Good-night, sweet Lord Menelaus.
Sweet draught: ‘sweet,’ quoth a’! sweet sink, sweet sewer.Craig1916: 85
Good-night and welcome both at once, to those
That go or tarry.
[Exeunt Agamemnon and Menelaus.
Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
Keep Hector company an hour or two.
I cannot, lord; I have important business,
The tide whereof is now. Good-night, great Hector.Craig1916: 92
Give me your hand.
[Aside to Troilus.] Follow his torch; he goes to Calchas’ tent.Edition: current; Page: 
I’ll keep you company.
Sweet sir, you honour me.
And so, good-night.Craig1916: 96
[Exit Diomedes; Ulysses and Troilus following.
Come, come, enter my tent.
[Exeunt Achilles, Hector, Ajax, and Nestor.
That same Diomed’s a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers than I will a serpent when he hisses. He will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it: it is prodigious, there will come some change: the sun borrows of the moon when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas’ tent. I’ll after. Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets.
What, are you up here, ho! speak.
[Within.] Who calls?
Diomed. Calchas, I think. Where’s your daughter?
[Within.] She comes to you.Craig1916: 4
Enter Troilus and Ulysses, at a distance; after them Thersites.
Stand where the torch may not discover us.
Cressid comes forth to him.
How now, my charge!
Now, my sweet guardian! Hark! a word with you.
Yea, so familiar!Craig1916: 8
She will sing any man at first sight.
And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff; she’s noted.
Will you remember?Craig1916: 12
Nay, but do, then;
And let your mind be coupled with your words.
What should she remember?Craig1916: 16
Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.
I’ll tell you what,—Craig1916: 20
Foh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn.
In faith, I cannot. What would you have me do?
A juggling trick,—to be secretly open.
What did you swear you would bestow on me?Craig1916: 24
I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
Bid me do anything but that, sweet Greek.
Hold, patience!Craig1916: 28
How now, Trojan?
No, no, good-night; I’ll be your fool no more.
Thy better must.
Hark! one word in your ear.Craig1916: 32
O plague and madness!
You are mov’d, prince; let us depart, I pray you,
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms. This place is dangerous;Craig1916: 36
The time right deadly. I beseech you, go.
Behold, I pray you!
Nay, good my lord, go off:
You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.
I pray thee, stay.
You have not patience; come.Craig1916: 40
I pray you, stay. By hell, and all hell’s torments,
I will not speak a word!
And so, good-night.
Nay, but you part in anger.
Doth that grieve thee?
O wither’d truth!
Why, how now, lord!
By Jove,Craig1916: 44
I will be patient.
Foh, foh! adieu; you palter.
In faith, I do not: come hither once again.
You shake, my lord, at something: will you go?Craig1916: 48
You will break out.
She strokes his cheek!
Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
There is between my will and all offences
A guard of patience: stay a little while.Craig1916: 52
How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and potato finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
But will you, then?Craig1916: 56
In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.
Give me some token for the surety of it.
I’ll fetch you one.
You have sworn patience.
Fear me not, sweet lord;Craig1916: 60
I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Of what I feel: I am all patience.
Now the pledge! now, now, now!
Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.Craig1916: 64
O beauty! where is thy faith?
I will be patient; outwardly I will.
You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.
He lov’d me—O false wench!—Give’t to me again.Craig1916: 68
It is no matter, now I have’t again.
I will not meet with you to-morrow night.
I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.
Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone!Craig1916: 72
I shall have it.
O! all you gods. O pretty, pretty pledge!
Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
Of thee and me; and sighs, and takes my glove,
And gives me norial dainty kisses to it,Craig1916: 77
As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;
He that takes that doth take my heart withal.
I had your heart before; this follows it.
I did swear patience.Craig1916: 81
You shall not have it, Diomed; faith you shall not;
I’ll give you something else.
I will have this. Whose was it?
’Tis no matter.
Come, tell me whose it was.Craig1916: 85
’Twas one’s that loved me better than you will.
But, now you have it, take it.
Whose was it?
By all Diana’s waiting-women yond,Craig1916: 88
And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,
And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
Wert thou the devil, and wor’st it on thy horn,Craig1916: 92
It should be challeng’d.
Well, well, ’tis done, ’tis past: and yet it is not:
I will not keep my word.
Why then, farewell;
Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.Craig1916: 96
You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
But it straight starts you.
I do not like this fooling.
Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not me
Pleases me best.Craig1916: 100
What, shall I come? the hour?
Ay, come:—O Jove!—
Do come:—I shall be plagu’d.
Farewell till then.
Good-night: I prithee, come.—
Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee,Craig1916: 104
But with my heart the other eye doth see.
Ah! poor our sex; this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind.
What error leads must err. O! then conclude
Minds sway’d by eyes are full of turpitude.Craig1916: 109
A proof of strength she could not publish more,
Unless she said, ‘My mind is now turn’d whore.’
All’s done, my lord.
Why stay we, then?
To make a recordation to my soulCraig1916: 113
Of every syllable that here was spoke.
But if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?Craig1916: 116
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An esperance so obstinately strong,
That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears,
As if those organs had deceptions functions,
Created only to calumniate.Craig1916: 121
Was Cressid here?
I cannot conjure, Trojan.
She was not, sure.
Most sure she was.
Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.Craig1916: 124
Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now.
Let it not be believ’d for womanhood!
Think we had mothers; do not give advantage
To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme,Craig1916: 128
For depravation, to square the general sex
By Cressid’s rule: rather think this not Cressid.
What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?
Nothing at all, unless that this were she.
Will he swagger himself out on’s own eyes?Craig1916: 133
This she? no, this is Diomed’s Cressida.
If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,Craig1916: 136Edition: current; Page: 
If sanctimony be the gods’ delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,
This is not she. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself;Craig1916: 140
Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid.
Within my soul there doth conduce a fightCraig1916: 144
Of this strange nature that a thing inseparate
Divides more wider than the sky and earth;
And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Admits no orifice for a point as subtleCraig1916: 148
As Ariachne’s broken woof to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto’s gates;
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heaven are slipp’d, dissolv’d, and loos’d;Craig1916: 153
And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy reliquesCraig1916: 156
Of her o’er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
May worthy Troilus be half attach’d
With that which here his passion doth express?
Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged wellCraig1916: 160
In characters as red as Mars his heart
Inflam’d with Venus: never did young man fancy
With so eternal and so fix’d a soul.
Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,Craig1916: 164
So much by weight hate I her Diomed;
That sleeve is mine that he’ll bear on his helm;
Were it a casque compos’d by Vulcan’s skill,
My sword should bite it. Not the dreadful spout
Which shipmen do the hurricano call,Craig1916: 169
Constring’d in mass by the almighty sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune’s ear
In his descent than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed.Craig1916: 173
He’ll tickle it for his concupy.
O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false!
Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,Craig1916: 176
And they’ll seem glorious.
O! contain yourself;
Your passion draws ears hither.
I have been seeking you this hour, my lord.
Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy:Craig1916: 180
Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
Have with you, prince. My courteous lord, adieu.
Farewell, revolted fair! and Diomed,
Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!Craig1916: 184
I’ll bring you to the gates.
Accept distracted thanks.
[Exeunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses.
Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus would give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. A burning devil take them!
Enter Hector and Andromache.
When was my lord so much ungently temper’d,
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
You train me to offend you; get you in:Craig1916: 4
By all the everlasting gods, I’ll go.
My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
No more, I say.
Where is my brother Hector?
Here, sister; arm’d, and bloody in intent.Craig1916: 8
Consort with me in loud and dear petition;
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream’d
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.Craig1916: 12
O! ’tis true.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound.
No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.
Be gone, I say: the gods have heard me swear.
The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows:Craig1916: 16
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr’d
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
O! be persuaded: do not count it holy
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,Craig1916: 20
For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose must not hold.Craig1916: 24
Unarm, sweet Hector.
Hold you still, I say;Edition: current; Page: 
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
How now, young man! mean’st thou to fight to-day?Craig1916: 29
Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;
I am to-day i’ the vein of chivalry:Craig1916: 32
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I’ll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy.Craig1916: 36
Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
Which better fits a lion than a man.
What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me for it.
When many times the captive Grecian falls,Craig1916: 40
Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
You bid them rise, and live.
O! ’tis fair play.
Fool’s play, by heaven, Hector.
How now! how now!
For the love of all the gods,Craig1916: 44
Let’s leave the hermit pity with our mothers,
And when we have our armours buckled on,
The venom’d vengeance ride upon our swords,
Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.Craig1916: 48
Fie, savage, fie!
Hector, then ’tis wars.
Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.
Who should withhold me?
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of MarsCraig1916: 52
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o’ergalled with recourse of tears;
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,Craig1916: 56
Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.
Re-enter Cassandra, with Priam.
Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,Craig1916: 60
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Fall all together.
Come, Hector, come; go back:
Thy wife hath dream’d; thy mother hath had visions;
Cassandra doth foresee; and I myselfCraig1916: 64
Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,
To tell thee that this day is ominous:
Therefore, come back.
Æneas is a-field;
And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks,Craig1916: 68
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.
Ay, but thou shalt not go.
I must not break my faith.
You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,Craig1916: 72
Let me not shame respect, but give me leave
To take that course by your consent and voice,
Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
O Priam! yield not to him.
Do not, dear father.Craig1916: 76
Andromache, I am offended with you:
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Makes all these bodements.
O farewell! dear Hector.Craig1916: 80
Look! how thou diest; look! how thy eye turns pale;
Look! how thy wounds do bleed at many vents:
Hark! how Troy roars: how Hecuba cries out!
How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth!
Behold, distraction, frenzy, and amazement,Craig1916: 85
Like witless anticks, one another meet,
And all cry Hector! Hector’s dead! O Hector!
Away! Away!Craig1916: 88
Farewell. Yet, soft! Hector, I take my leave:
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
You are amaz’d, my liege, at her exclaim.
Go in and cheer the town: we’ll forth and fight;
Do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night.Craig1916: 93
Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee!
[Exeunt severally Priam and Hector. Alarums.
They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.Craig1916: 96
As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Pandarus.
Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Here’s a letter come from yond poor girl.
Let me read.Craig1916: 100
A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally Edition: current; Page:  tisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o’ these days: and I have a rheum in mine eyes too, and such an ache in my bones that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on’t. What says she there?Craig1916: 108
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;
The effect doth operate another way.
[Tearing the letter.
Go, wind to wind, there turn and change together.
My love with words and errors still she feeds,
But edifies another with her deeds.Craig1916: 113
Alarums. Excursions. Enter Thersites.
Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I’ll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave’s sleeve of Troy there in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O’ the other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals,—that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is not proved worth a blackberry: they set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles; and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here comes sleeve, and t’ other.Craig1916: 20
Enter Diomedes, Troilus following.
Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
I would swim after.
Thou dost miscall retire:
I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.Craig1916: 24
Have at thee!
Hold thy whore, Grecian! now for thy whore, Trojan! now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
[Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighting.
What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector’s match?Craig1916: 28
Art thou of blood and honour?
No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.
I do believe thee: live.
God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frighting me! What’s become of the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle; yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I’ll seek them.
Enter Diomedes and a Servant.
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,Craig1916: 4
And am her knight by proof.
I go, my lord.
Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon; bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner,Craig1916: 8
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;Craig1916: 12
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.Craig1916: 16
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,Craig1916: 20
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.Craig1916: 29
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,Craig1916: 33Edition: current; Page: 
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,Craig1916: 36
Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution,
Engaging and redeeming of himself
With such a careless force and forceless careCraig1916: 40
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.
Troilus! thou coward Troilus!
Ay, there, there.
So, so, we draw together.
Where is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;Craig1916: 45
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:
Hector! where’s Hector? I will none but Hector.
Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Troilus, I say! where’s Troilus?
What wouldst thou?
I would correct him.
Were I the general, thou shouldst have my officeCraig1916: 4
Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor!
And pay thy life thou ow’st me for my horse!
Ha! art thou there?Craig1916: 8
I’ll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
He is my prize; I will not look upon.
Come, both you cogging Greeks; have at you both!
Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!Craig1916: 12
Now I do see thee. Ha! have at thee, Hector!
Pause, if thou wilt.
I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan.
Be happy that my arms are out of use:Craig1916: 16
My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Till when, go seek thy fortune.
Fare thee well:—
I would have been much more a fresher man,Craig1916: 20
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother!
Ajax hath ta’en Æneas: shall it be?
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him: I’ll be ta’en too,Craig1916: 24
Or bring him off. Fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end my life to-day.
Enter One in sumptuous armour.
Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark.
No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;Craig1916: 28
I’ll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,
But I’ll be master of it. Wilt thou not, beast, abide?
Why then, fly on, I’ll hunt thee for thy hide.
Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.
Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath:
And when I have the bloody Hector found,Craig1916: 4
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your aims.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
It is decreed, Hector the great must die.Craig1916: 8
Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting; then Thersites.
The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! ’Loo, Paris, ’loo! now, my double-henned sparrow! ’loo, Paris, ’loo! The bull has the game: ’ware horns, ho!
[Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.
Turn, slave, and fight.
What art thou?
A bastard son of Priam’s.Craig1916: 16
I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard Edition: current; Page:  in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel’s most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard.
The devil take thee, coward!
Most putrefied core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day’s work done; I’ll take good breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
[Puts off his helmet, and hangs his shield behind him.
Enter Achilles and Myrmidons.
Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;Craig1916: 5
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the vail and darking of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector’s life is done.Craig1916: 8
I am unarm’d; forego this vantage, Greek.
Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I seek.
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down!
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.Craig1916: 12
On! Myrmidons, and cry you all amain,
‘Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.’—
[A retreat sounded.
Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.
The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.Craig1916: 16
The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth,
And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
My half-supp’d sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleas’d with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.—
[Sheathes his sword.
Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail;Craig1916: 21
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, Diomedes, and Others marching. Shouts within.
Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Achilles! Hector’s slain! Achilles!
The bruit is, Hector’s slain, and by Achilles.
If it be so, yet bragless let it be;Craig1916: 4
Great Hector was a man as good as he.
March patiently along. Let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.
If in his death the gods have us befriended,Craig1916: 8
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
Enter Æneas and Trojans.
Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field.
Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Hector is slain.
Hector! the gods forbid!
He’s dead; and at the murderer’s horse’s tail,Craig1916: 4
In beastly sort, dragg’d through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,Craig1916: 8
And linger not our sure destructions on!
My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
You understand me not that tell me so.
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;Craig1916: 12
But dare all imminence that gods and men
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone:
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call’dCraig1916: 16
Go in to Troy, and say there Hector’s dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,Craig1916: 20
Scare Troy out of itself. But march away:
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,Craig1916: 25
I’ll through and through you! And, thou great-siz’d coward,
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
I’ll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,Craig1916: 28
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy’s thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt Æneas and Trojan Forces.
As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, Pandarus.
But hear you, hear you!Craig1916: 32
Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved, and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?—Let me see!—Craig1916: 41
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.