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CHRONOLOGY OF THE PLAYS. 1.—THE EPOCH OF HIS EARLY WORK, 1591-1593. Love's Labour's Lost, 1591. Henry VI., 1592. Two Gentlemen of Verona, Richard III., 1593. 1591.
Richard II., 1593. Comedy of Errors, 1592.
Titus Andronicus, 1593. Romeo and Juliet, 1592.
Intermediate Epoch of the Poems. Venus and Adonis, 1593. Lucrece, 1594. II.—THE EPOCH OF HIS MATURING ART--THE PERIOD OF THE
GREAT COMEDIES AND THE “HISTORIES," 1594–1601. The Merchant of Venice, Henry IV., 1597. 1594.
Merry Wives of Windsor, King John, 1594.
1598. Midsummer-Night's Dream, Henry V., 1598. 1594-1595.
Much Ado about Nothing, All's Well that Ends Well, 1599. 1595.
As You Like It, 1600. The Taming of the Shrew, Twelfth Night, 1600. 1595.
Julius Cæsar, 1601. III.-THE EPOCH OF HIS MATURE ART-THE PERIOD OF THE
GREAT PROBLEM PLAYS, 1602-1609. Hamlet, 1602.
King Lear, 1607.
The Tempest, 1611.
Two Noble Kinsmen, 1612.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ PRIAM, king of Troy.
THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous HELENUS,
Der nt to Troilus.
Servant to Paris.
with the Greeks. PANDARUS, uncle to Cressida.
HELEN, wife to Menelaus. AGAMEMNON, the Grecian general.
ANDROMACHE, wife to Hector. MENELAUS, his brother.
CASSANDRA, daughter to Priam; a proACHILLES,
CRESSIDA, daughter to Calchas.
SCENE: Troy, and the Grecian camp.
Beginning in the middle; starting thence away
ACT I-SCENE I
Enter Pandarus and Troilus.
Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
Let him to field ; Troilus, alas, hath none !
Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness valiant,
And skilless as unpractised infancy.
meddle nor make no farther. He that will have a cake out
of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding. Tro. Have I not tarried ? Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Tro. Have I not tarried ? Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening. Tro. Still have I tarried. Pan. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word 'here
after,' 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.
Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.
So, traitor !—'When she comes !'-When is she thence?
look, or any woman else.
As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain,