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Troilus and Cressida

ACT I SCENE I Troy. Before Priam's palace. 
[Enter TROILUS armed, and PANDARUS]
TROILUSCall 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,
Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none.5
PANDARUSWill this gear ne'er be mended?
TROILUSThe Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength,
Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness valiant;
But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,10
Less valiant than the virgin in the night
And skilless as unpractised infancy.
PANDARUSWell, 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 needs tarry the grinding.15
TROILUSHave I not tarried?
PANDARUSAy, the grinding; but you must tarry
the bolting.
TROILUSHave I not tarried?
PANDARUSAy, the bolting, but you must tarry the leavening.20
TROILUSStill have I tarried.
PANDARUSAy, 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.25
TROILUSPatience 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?30
PANDARUSWell, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw
her look, or any woman else.
TROILUSI was about to tell thee:--when my heart,
As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain,
Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,35
I have, as when the sun doth light a storm,
Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
PANDARUSAn her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's--40
well, go to--there were no more comparison between
the women: but, for my part, she is my kinswoman; 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--45
TROILUSO Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,--
When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd,
Reply not in how many fathoms deep
They lie indrench'd. I tell thee I am mad
In Cressid's love: thou answer'st 'she is fair;'50
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,
In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure55
The cygnet's down is harsh and spirit of sense
Hard as the palm of ploughman: this thou tell'st me,
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 me60
The knife that made it.
PANDARUSI speak no more than truth.
TROILUSThou dost not speak so much.
PANDARUSFaith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is:
if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be65
not, she has the mends in her own hands.
TROILUSGood Pandarus, how now, Pandarus!
PANDARUSI 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.70
TROILUSWhat, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me?
PANDARUSBecause 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.75
TROILUSSay I she is not fair?
PANDARUSI 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.80
TROILUSSweet Pandarus,--
PANDARUSPray you, speak no more to me: I will leave all as I
found it, and there an end.85
[Exit PANDARUS. An alarum]
TROILUSPeace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds!
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
I cannot fight upon this argument;
It is too starved a subject for my sword.90
But Pandarus,--O gods, how do you plague me!
I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;
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,95
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?
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 Pandar100
Our doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark.
[Alarum. Enter AENEAS]
AENEASHow now, Prince Troilus! wherefore not afield?
TROILUSBecause not there: this woman's answer sorts,
For womanish it is to be from thence.
What news, AEneas, from the field to-day?105
AENEASThat Paris is returned home and hurt.
TROILUSBy whom, AEneas?
AENEASTroilus, by Menelaus.
TROILUSLet Paris bleed; 'tis but a scar to scorn;
Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn.110
AENEASHark, what good sport is out of town to-day!
TROILUSBetter at home, if 'would I might' were 'may.'
But to the sport abroad: are you bound thither?
AENEASIn all swift haste.
TROILUSCome, go we then together.115

Troilus and Cressida, Act 1, Scene 2


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