THE TRAGEDIE OF
Troylus and Cressida.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter Pandarus and
Troylus.
Troylus.CAll here my Varlet, Ile vnarme
againe.
Why should I warre without the wals of TroyThat finde such cruell battell here within?
[35]
Each Troian that is matter of his heart,Let him to field,
Troylus alas hath none.
Pan.Will this geere nere be mended?Troy.The Greeks are strong, & skilful to their strength,Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenesse Valiant:
[40]
But I am weaker then a womans teare;Tamer then sleepe, fonder then ignorance;Lesse valiant then the Virgin in the night,And skillesse as vnpractis'd Infancie.Pan.
Well, I haue told you enough of this: For my
[45]
part, Ile not
meddle nor make no farther. Hee that will
haue a Cake out of
the Wheate, must needes tarry the
grinding.
Troy.
Haue I not tarried?
Pan.
I the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.
Troy.
[50]
Haue I not tarried?
Pan.
I the boulting; but you must tarry the leau'ing.
Troy.
Still haue I tarried.
Pan.
I, to the leauening: but heeres yet in the word
hereafter, the
Kneading, the making of the Cake, the
[55]
heating of the Ouen, and
the Baking; nay, you must stay
the cooling too, or you may
chance to burne your lips.
Troy.Patience her selfe, what Goddesse ere she be,Doth lesser blench at sufferance, then I doe:At
Priams Royall Table doe I sit;
[60]
And when faire
Cressid comes into my
thoughts,
So (Traitor) then she comes, when she is thence.Pan.Well:She look'd yesternight fairer, then euer I saw her looke,Or any woman else.Troy.
[65]
I was about to tell thee, when my heart,As wedged with a sigh, would riue in twaine,Least
Hector, or my Father should perceiue
me:
I haue (as when the Sunne doth light a‑scorne)Buried this sigh, in wrinkle of a smile:
[70]
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladnesse,Is like that mirth, Fate turnes to sudden sadnesse.Pan.
And her haire were not somewhat darker then
Helens, Well go too, there were no more
comparison be‑tweene the Women. But for my part she is my
Kinswo
man, I would not (as they tearme it) praise it,
but I wold
some‑body had heard her talke yesterday as I did: I will
not dispraise your sister
Cassandra's
wit, but⸺
Troy.Oh
Pandarus! I tell thee
Pandarus;When I doe tell thee, there my hopes lye drown'd:Reply not inhow many Fadomes deepe
[80]
They lye indrench'd. I tell thee, I am madIn
Cressids loue. Thou answer'st she is
Faire,
Powr'st in the open Vlcer of my heart,Her Eyes, her Haire, her Cheeke, her Gate her Voice,Handlest in thy discourse. O that her Hand
[85]
(In whose comparison, all whites are Inke)Writing their owne reproach; to whose soft seizure,The Cignits Downe is harsh, and spirit of SenseHard as the palme of Plough‑man. This thou tel'st me;As true thou tel'st me, when I say I loue her
[90]
But saying thus, instead of Oyle and Balme,Thou lai'st in euery gash that loue hath giuen me,The Knife that made it.Pan.
I speake no more then truth.
Troy.Thou do'st not speake so much.Pan.
[95]
Faith, Ile not meddle in't: Let her be as shee is
if she be
faire, 'tis the better for her: and she be not, she
ha's the
mends in her owne hands.
Troy.
Good
Pandarus: How now
Pandarus?
Pan.
I haue had my Labour for my trauell, ill thought
[100]
on of her, and
ill thought on of you: Gone betweene and
betweene, but small
thankes for my labour.
Troy.
What art thou angry
Pandarus? what with
me?
Pan.
Because she's Kinne to me, therefore shee's not
so faire as
Helen, and she were not kin to me, she would
[105]
be as faire on Friday, as
Helen is on
Sunday. But what
care I? I care not and she were a
Black‑a‑Moore, 'tis all
one to me.
Troy.
Say I she is not faire?
Troy.
I doe not care whether you doe or no. Shee's a
[110]
Foole to stay
behinde her Father: Let her to the Greeks,
and so Ile tell her
the next time I see her: for my part, Ile
meddle nor make no
more i'th'matter.
Troy.
Pandarus?
Pan.
Not I.
Troy.
[115]
Sweete
Pandarus.
Pan.
Pray you speake no more to me, I will leaue all
as I found it,
and there an end.
Exit Pand.Sound Alarum.Tro.Peace you vngracious Clamors, peace rude sounds,Fooles on both sides,
Helen must needs be
faire,
[120]
When with your bloud you daily paint her thus.I cannot fight vpon this Argument:It
THE TRAGEDIE OF
Troylus and Cressida.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter Pandarus and
Troylus.
Troylus.CAll here my Varlet, Ile vnarme
againe.
Why should I warre without the wals of TroyThat finde such cruell battell here within?
[35]
Each Troian that is matter of his heart,Let him to field,
Troylus alas hath none.
Pan.Will this geere nere be mended?Troy.The Greeks are strong, & skilful to their strength,Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenesse Valiant:
[40]
But I am weaker then a womans teare;Tamer then sleepe, fonder then ignorance;Lesse valiant then the Virgin in the night,And skillesse as vnpractis'd Infancie.Pan.
Well, I haue told you enough of this: For my
[45]
part, Ile not
meddle nor make no farther. Hee that will
haue a Cake out of
the Wheate, must needes tarry the
grinding.
Troy.
Haue I not tarried?
Pan.
I the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.
Troy.
[50]
Haue I not tarried?
Pan.
I the boulting; but you must tarry the leau'ing.
Troy.
Still haue I tarried.
Pan.
I, to the leauening: but heeres yet in the word
hereafter, the
Kneading, the making of the Cake, the
[55]
heating of the Ouen, and
the Baking; nay, you must stay
the cooling too, or you may
chance to burne your lips.
Troy.Patience her selfe, what Goddesse ere she be,Doth lesser blench at sufferance, then I doe:At
Priams Royall Table doe I sit;
[60]
And when faire
Cressid comes into my
thoughts,
So (Traitor) then she comes, when she is thence.Pan.Well:She look'd yesternight fairer, then euer I saw her looke,Or any woman else.Troy.
[65]
I was about to tell thee, when my heart,As wedged with a sigh, would riue in twaine,Least
Hector, or my Father should perceiue
me:
I haue (as when the Sunne doth light a‑scorne)Buried this sigh, in wrinkle of a smile:
[70]
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladnesse,Is like that mirth, Fate turnes to sudden sadnesse.Pan.
And her haire were not somewhat darker then
Helens, Well go too, there were no more
comparison be‑tweene the Women. But for my part she is my
Kinswo
man, I would not (as they tearme it) praise it,
but I wold
[75]
some‑body had heard her talke yesterday as I did: I will
not dispraise your sister
Cassandra's
wit, but⸺
Troy.Oh
Pandarus! I tell thee
Pandarus;When I doe tell thee, there my hopes lye drown'd:Reply not inhow many Fadomes deepe
[80]
They lye indrench'd. I tell thee, I am madIn
Cressids loue. Thou answer'st she is
Faire,
Powr'st in the open Vlcer of my heart,Her Eyes, her Haire, her Cheeke, her Gate her Voice,Handlest in thy discourse. O that her Hand
[85]
(In whose comparison, all whites are Inke)Writing their owne reproach; to whose soft seizure,The Cignits Downe is harsh, and spirit of SenseHard as the palme of Plough‑man. This thou tel'st me;As true thou tel'st me, when I say I loue her
[90]
But saying thus, instead of Oyle and Balme,Thou lai'st in euery gash that loue hath giuen me,The Knife that made it.Pan.
I speake no more then truth.
Troy.Thou do'st not speake so much.Pan.
[95]
Faith, Ile not meddle in't: Let her be as shee is
if she be
faire, 'tis the better for her: and she be not, she
ha's the
mends in her owne hands.
Troy.
Good
Pandarus: How now
Pandarus?
Pan.
I haue had my Labour for my trauell, ill thought
[100]
on of her, and
ill thought on of you: Gone betweene and
betweene, but small
thankes for my labour.
Troy.
What art thou angry
Pandarus? what with
me?
Pan.
Because she's Kinne to me, therefore shee's not
so faire as
Helen, and she were not kin to me, she would
[105]
be as faire on Friday, as
Helen is on
Sunday. But what
care I? I care not and she were a
Black‑a‑Moore, 'tis all
one to me.
Troy.
Say I she is not faire?
Troy.
I doe not care whether you doe or no. Shee's a
[110]
Foole to stay
behinde her Father: Let her to the Greeks,
and so Ile tell her
the next time I see her: for my part, Ile
meddle nor make no
more i'th'matter.
Troy.
Pandarus?
Pan.
Not I.
Troy.
[115]
Sweete
Pandarus.
Pan.
Pray you speake no more to me, I will leaue all
as I found it,
and there an end.
Exit Pand.Sound Alarum.Tro.Peace you vngracious Clamors, peace rude sounds,Fooles on both sides,
Helen must needs be
faire,
[120]
When with your bloud you daily paint her thus.I cannot fight vpon this Argument:It is too staru'd a subiect for my Sword,But
Pandarus: O Gods! How do you plague
me?
I cannot come to
Cressid but by
Pandar,
[125]
And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woe,As she is stubborne, chast, against all suite.Tell me
Appollo for thy
Daphnes Loue
What
Cressid is, what
Pandar, and what we:
Her bed is
India, there she lies, a
Pearle,
[130]
Between our Ilium, and where shee recidesLet it be cald the wild and wandring flood,Our selfe the Merchant, and this sayling
Pandar,
Our doubtfull hope, our conuoy and our Barke.Alarum.Enter Æneas.Æne.How now Prince
Troylus?
[135]
Wherefore not a field?Troy.Because not there; this womans answer sorts.For womanish it is to from thence:What newes
Æneas from the field to
day?
Æne.That
Paris is returned home, and hurt.
Troy.
[140]
By whom
Æneas?Æne.Troylus by
Menelaus.
Troy.Let
Paris bleed 'tis but a scar to scorne,
Paris is gor'd with
Menelaus horne.
Alarum.Æne.Harke what good sport is out of Towne to day.Troy.
[145]
Better at home, if would I might were may:But to the sport abroad, are you bound thither?Æne.In all swift hast.Troy.Come goe wee then togither.Exeunt.
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<l n="69">Buried this sigh, in wrinkle of a smile:</l>
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<l n="88">Hard as the palme of Plough‑man. This thou tel'st me;</l>
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<p n="93">I speake no more then truth.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<p n="115">Sweete<hi rend="italic">Pandarus</hi>.</p>
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<speaker rend="italic">Pan.</speaker>
<p n="116">Pray you speake no more to me, I will leaue all
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<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Tro.</speaker>
<l n="118">Peace you vngracious Clamors, peace rude sounds,</l>
<l n="119">Fooles on both sides,<hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>must needs be faire,</l>
<l n="120">When with your bloud you daily paint her thus.</l>
<l n="121">I cannot fight vpon this Argument:</l>
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<l n="122">It is too staru'd a subiect for my Sword,</l>
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<l n="124">I cannot come to<hi rend="italic">Cressid</hi>but by<hi rend="italic">Pandar</hi>,</l>
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<l n="130">Between our Ilium, and where shee recides</l>
<l n="131">Let it be cald the wild and wandring flood,</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="business">Alarum.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Æneas.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tro-aen">
<speaker rend="italic">Æne.</speaker>
<l n="134">How now Prince<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>?</l>
<l n="135">Wherefore not a field?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="136">Because not there; this womans answer sorts.</l>
<l n="137">For womanish it is to from thence:</l>
<l n="138">What newes<hi rend="italic">Æneas</hi>from the field to day?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-aen">
<speaker rend="italic">Æne.</speaker>
<l n="139">That<hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>is returned home, and hurt.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="140">By whom<hi rend="italic">Æneas?</hi>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-aen">
<speaker rend="italic">Æne.</speaker>
<l n="141">
<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>by<hi rend="italic">Menelaus</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="142">Let<hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>bleed 'tis but a scar to scorne,</l>
<l n="143">
<hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>is gor'd with<hi rend="italic">Menelaus</hi>horne.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic inline" type="business">Alarum.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tro-aen">
<speaker rend="italic">Æne.</speaker>
<l n="144">Harke what good sport is out of Towne to day.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="145">Better at home, if would I might were may:</l>
<l n="146">But to the sport abroad, are you bound thither?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-aen">
<speaker rend="italic">Æne.</speaker>
<l n="147">In all swift hast.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="148">Come goe wee then togither.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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