[Act 1, Scene 2]
Enter Cressid and her
Who were those went by?
And whether go they?
Vp to the Easterne Tower,
Whose height commands as subiect all the vaile,
To see the battell:
Hector whose pacience,
Is as a Vertue fixt to day was mou'd:
Andromacheand stroke his
And like as there were husbandry in Warre
Before the Sunne rose, hee was harnest lyte,
And to the field goe's he; where euery flower
Did as a Prophet weepe what it forsaw,
What was his cause of anger?
The noise goe's this;
There is among the Greekes,
A Lord of Troian blood, Nephew to
They call him
Good; and what of him?
They say he is a very man
per se and stands
So do all men, vnlesse they are drunke, sicke, or
This man Lady, hath rob'd many beasts of their
additions, he is as valiant as the Lyon, churlish
as the Beare,
slow as the Elephant: a man into whom
nature hath so crowded
humors, that his valour is crusht
into folly, his folly sauced
with discretion: there is no
man hath a vertue, that he hath
not a glimpse of, nor a
ny man an attaint, but he
carries some staine of it. He is
melancholy without cause, and
merry against the haire,
hee hath the ioynts of euery thing,
but euery thing so
out ot ioynt, that hee is a gowtie
Briareus, many hands
and no vse; or
Argus, all eyes and no sight.
But how should this man that makes me smile,
They say he yesterday cop'd
Hector in the
tell and stroke him downe, the disdaind & shame
of, hath euer since kept
Hector fasting and waking.
Who comes here?
Madam your Vncle
Hectors a gallant man.
As may be in the world Lady.
What's that? what's that?
Good morrow Vncle
Good morrow Cozen Cressid: what do you talke
of? good morrow
Alexander: how do you Cozen? when
you at Illium?
This morning Vncle.
What were you talking of when I came? Was
Hector arm'd and gon ere yea came to Illium?
not vp? was she?
Hector was gone but
Hellen was not vp?
Hector was stirring early.
That were we talking of and of his anger.
Was he angry?
So he faies here.
True he was so; I know the cause too, heele lay
about him to day
I can tell them that, and there's
will not come farre behind him, let them take heede of
Troylus; I can sell them that too.
What is he angry too?
Troylus is the better man of the two.
Iupiter; there's no comparison.
What not betweene
Hector? do you
know a man if you see
I, if I euer saw him before and knew him.
Well I say
Then you say as I say,
For I am sure he is not
Hector is not
Troylus in some degrees.
'Tis iust, to each of them he is himselfe.
Himselfe? alas poore
Troylus I would he
So he is.
Condition I had gone bare‑foote to India.
He is not
Himselfe? no? hee's not himselfe, would a were
the Gods are aboue, time must friend or
Troylus well, I would my heart were in her
Hector is not abetter
He is elder.
Pardon me, pardon me.
Th'others not come too't, you shall tell me ano
when th'others come too't
: Hector shall not
haue his will this yeare.
He shall not neede it if he haue his owne.
Nor his qualities.
Nor his beautie.
'Twould not become him, his own's better.
You haue no iudgement Neece;
Hellen her selfe
swore th'other day, that
Troylus for a
browne fauour (for
so 'tis I must confesse) not browne
No but browne.
Faith to say truth, browne and not browne.
To say the truth, true and not true.
She prais'd his complexion aboue
Paris hath colour inough.
So, he has.
Troylus should haue too much, if she
him aboue, his complexion is higher then his, he hauing
colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a
praise for a good complexion, I had as lieue
den tongue had commended
I sweare to you,
Troylus for a copper nose.
Hellen loues him better then
Then shee's a merry Greeke indeed.
Nay I am sure she does, she came to him th'other
day into the
compast window, and you know he has not
past three or foure
haires on his chinne.
Indeed a Tapsters Arithmetique may soone
bring his particulars
therein, to a totall.
Why he is very yong, and yet will he within
three pound lift as
much as his brother
Is he is so young a man, and so old a lifter?
But to prooue to you that
Hellen loues him,
came and puts me her white hand to his clouen chin.
Iuno haue mercy, how came it clouen?
Why, you know 'tis dimpled,
I thinke his smyling becomes him
better then any man
in all Phrigia.
Oh he smiles valiantly.
Dooes hee not?
Oh yes, and 'twere a clow'd in
Why go to then, but to proue to you that
Troylus wil stand to thee
youle prooue it so.
Troylus? why he esteemes her no more then I
steeme an addle egge.
If you loue an addle egge as well as you loue an
idle head, you
would eate chickens i'th'shell.
I can not chuse but laugh to thinke how she tick
chin, indeed shee has a maruel's white hand I must
Without the racke.
And shee takes vpon her to spie a white haire on
Alas poore chin? many a wart is richer.
But there was such laughing, Queene
laught that her eyes ran ore.
But there was more temperate fire vnder the pot
of her eyes: did
her eyes run ore too?
At what was ail this laughing?
Marry at the white haire that
Hellen spied on
And t'had beene a greene haire, I should haue
They laught not so much at the haire, as at his
What was his answere?
Quoth shee, heere's but two and fisty haires on
your chinne; and
one of them is white.
This is her question.
That's true, make no question os that, two and
quoth hee, and one white, that white haire is
my Father, and
all the rest are his Sonnes.
she, which of these haires is
husband? The for
ked one quoth he, pluckt out and giue
it him: but there
was such laughing, and
Hellen so blusht, and
chast, aod all the rest so laught, that it past.
So let it now,
For is has beene a great while going by.
I told you a thing yesterday, think on't.
So I does.
Ile be sworne 'tis true, he will weepe you
an'twere a man borne
Sound a retreate.
And Ile spring vp in his teares, an 'twere a nettle
Harke they are coming from the field, shal we
stand vp here and
see them, as they passe toward Illium,
good Neece do, sweet
At your pleasure.
Heere, heere, here's an excellent place, here we
may see most
brauely, Ile tel you them all by their names,
as they passe by,
Troylus aboue the rest,
Speake not so low'd.
Æneas, is not that a braue man,
of the flowers of Troy I can you, but m
shall see anon.
Antenor, he has a shrow'd wit I can
you, and hee's a man good inough, hee's one o'th
dest iudgement in Troy whosoeuer, and a proper man
person: when comes
if hee see me, you
shall see him him nod at me.
Will he giue you the nod?
You shall see.
If he do, the rich shall haue, more,
Hector, that, that, looke you, that
fellow. Goe thy way
there's a braue man Neece,
Hector! Looke how hee lookes? there's a
tenance; ist not a braue man?
O braue man!
Is a not? It dooes a mans heart good looke you
What hacks are on
his Helmet, looke you yonder, do you
see? Looke you there?
There's no iesting, laying on, tak't
off, who ill as they say,
there be hacks.
Be those with Swords?
Swords, any thing he cares not, and the diuell
come to him, it's
all one, by Gods lid it dooes ones heart
good. Yonder comes
Paris, yonder comes
yee yonder Neece, ist not a gallant man
to, ist not? Why
this is braue now: who said he came hurt home
Hee's not hurt, why this will do
Hellens heart good
now, ha? Would I could see
Troylus now, you shall
Hellenus, 1 maruell where
Troylus is, that's
Helenus, I thinke he went not forth to day: that's
Hellenus fight Vncle?
Hellenus no: yes heele fight indifferent,
Troylus is; harke,
do you not haere the
is a Priest.
What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
Where? Yonder? That's
! Ther's a man Neece,
hem : Braue
Troylus the Prince
Peace, for shame peace.
Marke him, not him: O braue
well vpon him Neece, looke you how his Sword is
died, and his Helme more hackt then
Hectors, and how he
lookes, and how he goes. O admirable youth! he ne're
three and twenty. Go thy way
Troylus, go thy
had I a sister were a
Grace, or a
daughter a Goddesse, hee should take his choice, O'admirable man!
is durt to him, and I warrant,
giue money to boot.
Enter common Souldiers.
Heere come more.
Asses, fooles, dolts, chaffe and bran, chaffe and
after meat. I could liue and dye i'th'eyes
Troylus. Ne're looke, ne're looke the Eagles are gon,
Crowes and Dawes, Crowes and Dawes: I had rather be
Agamemnon and all Greece.
There is among the Greekes
Achilles, a better
Achilles? a Dray‑man, a Porter, a very
Well, well? Why haue you any discretion? haue
you any eyes? Do
you know what a man is? Is not birth,
auty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning,
lenesse, vertue, youth, liberality, arid so forth:
and salt that seasons a man?
I, a minc'd man, and then to be bak'd with no Date
in the pye,
for then the mans dates out.
You are such another woman, one knowes not
at what ward you
Vpon my backe, to defend my belly; vpon my
wit, to defend my
wiles; vppon my secrecy, to defend
mine honesty; my Maske, to
defend my beauty, and you
to defend all these: and at all these
wardes I lye at, at a
Say one of your watches.
Nay Ile watch you for that, and that's one of
the cheefest of
them too: If I cannot ward what I would
not haue hit, I can
watch you for telling how I took the
blow, vnlesse it swell
past hiding, and then it's past wat
You are such another.
Sir, my Lord would instantly speake with you.
At your owne house.
Good Boy tell him I come, I doubt he bee hurt.
Fare ye well good Neece.
Ile be with you Neece by and by.
To bring Vnkle.
I, a token from
By the same token. You are a Bawd.
Words, vowes, gifts, teares, & loues full sacrifice,
He offers in anothers enterprise:
But more in
Troylus thousand fold I see,
Then in the glasse of
Pandar's praise may
Yet hold I off. Women are Angels wooing,
Things won are done, ioyes soule lyes in the dooing:
That she belou'd, knowes nought, that knowes not this;
Men prize the thing vngain'd, more then it is.
That she was neuer yet, that euer knew
Loue got so sweet, as when desire did sue:
Therefore this maxime out of loue I teach;
Atchieuement, is command;
That though my hearts Contents firme loue doth beare,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appeare.