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PRIAM, king of Troy:



ULYSSES, Grecian commanders. Paris, his sons.




THER8ITES, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian. ANTENOR, Trojan commanders.

ALEXANDER, servant to Cressida. Calchas, a Trojan priest, taking part with the Servant to Troilus ; Servant to Paris ; Servant Greeks.

to Diomedes. PANDABUS, uncle to Cressida.

Helen, wife to Menelaus. MARGARELON, a bastard son of Priam.

ANDROMACHE, wife to Hector.

CASSANDRA, daughter to Priam ; a prophetess. AGAMEMNON, the Grecian general :

Cressida, daughter to Calchas. MENELAUS, his brother.

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.

Scene, Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.


In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan Greece

And Antenorides, with massy staples, The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf*d, And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Sperr up the sons of Troy. Fraught with the ministers and instruments Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, Of cruel war : Sixty and nine, that wore On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Sets all on hazard :-And hither am I come Put forward toward Phrygia : and their vow is A prologue arm’d,—but not in confidence made,

Of author's pen, or actor's voice ; but suited To ransack Troy; within those strong immures In like conditions as our argument,The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

To tell you, fair beholders, that our play With wanton Paris sleeps ; and that's the quarrel. Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils, To Tenedos they come ;

'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge To what may be digested in a play. Their warlike fraughtage: Now on Dardan plains Like, or find fault;

do as your pleasures are ; The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city,

ACT 1.

tell'st me,

my labour.

SCENE I.-Troy. Before Priam's palace. When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd,

Reply not in how many fathoms deep Enter TROILUS armed, and PANDARUS.

They lie indrench’d. I tell thee, I am mad Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again : In Cressid's love: Thou answer’st, She is fair ; Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart That find such cruel battle here within ? Her eyes, her hair, her cheeks, hergait, her voice; Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, Handlest in tay discourse, O, that her hand, Let him to field ; Troilus, alas ! hath none. In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? Writing their own reproach ; To whose soft Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to seizure their strength,

The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant ; Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance; As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her ; Less valiant than the virgin in the night, But saying, thus, instead of oil and balm, And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me, Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : The knite that made it. for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no fur- Pan. I speak no more than truth. ther. He, that will have a cake out of the Tro. Thou dost not speak so much. wheat, must tarry the grinding.

Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be Tro. Have I not tarried ?

as she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her ; Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry an she be not, she has the mends in herown hands. the bolting.

Tro. Good Pandarus ! How now, Pandarus? Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Pan. I have had my labour for my travel: Pan. Ay, the bolting ; but you must tarry ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : the leavening.

gone between and between, but small thanks for Tro. Still have I tarried.

Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus ? what, the word—hereafter, the kneading, the making

with me? of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's baking ; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, you may chance to burn your lips.

she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, Sunday. But what care I? I care not, an she Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do. were a black-a-moor ; 'tis all one to me. At Priam's royal table do I sit ;

Tro. Say I, she is not fair? And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,– Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. So, traitor !—when she comes when is she She's a fool to stay behind her father ; let her thence ?

to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than I see her : for my part, I'll meddle nor make no ever I saw her look, or any woman else.

more in the matter.
Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my heart, Tro. Pandarus, -
As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain ; Pan. Not I.
Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,

Tro. Sweet Pandarus,
I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will
Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: leave all as I found it, and there an end.
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,

[Erit Pandarus. An Alarum. Is like that mirth, fate turns to sudden sadness. Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker

rude sounds! than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair, comparison between the women,-But, for my When with your blood you daily paint her thus. part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as I cannot fight upon this argument; they term it, praise her,-But I would some- It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. body had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I But Pandarus—0 gods, how do you plague me! will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit; I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; but

And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, Tro. O Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus,- As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.


Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, ries some stain of it: He is melancholy without
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? cause, and merry against the hair: He hath the
Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl: joints of every thing ; but every thing so out of
Between our lium, and where she resides, joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands
Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood; and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no
Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, sight.
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. Cres. But how should this man, that makes

me smile, make Hector angry?
Alarum. Enter Æneas.

Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore in the battle, and struck him down ; the disnot afield ?

dain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Tro. Because not there; this woman's an- Hector fasting and waking.

swer sorts, For womanish it is to be from thence.

What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? Cres. Who comes here?

Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Tro. By whom, Æneas ?

Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
Æne. Troilus, by Menelaus.

Alex. As may be in the world, lady. Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn; Pan. What's that? what's that? Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What to-day!

do you talk of ?--Good morrow, Alexander.— Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were How do you, cousin ? When were you at Ilium? may.-

Cres. This morning, uncle. But, to the sport abroad ;-Are you

bound thi- Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? ther?

Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Æne. In all swift haste.

Ilium ? Helen was not up, was she? Tro. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt. Cres. Hector was gone : but Helen was not up.

Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. SCENE II.-The same. A street.

Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger.

Pan. Was he angry?

Cres. So he here.
Cres. Who were those went by?

Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too ; Aler. Queen Hecuba, and Helen.

he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that : Cres. And whither go they ?

and there is Troilus will not come far behind Aler. Up to the eastern tower,

him ; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell Whose height commands as subject all the vale, them that too. To see the battle. Hector, whose patience Cres. What, is he angry too? Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd:

Pan. Who, Troilus? Í'roilus is the better He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer ; man of the two. And, like as there were husbandry in war, Cres. O, Jupiter ! there's no comparison. Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Pun. What, not between Troilus and Hector ? And to the field goes

he; where every


Do you know a man, if you see him? Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw

Cres. Ay; it ever I saw him before, and knew In Hector's wrath.

him. Cres. What was his cause of anger?

Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus. Aler. The noise goes, this: There is among Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, the Greeks

he is not Hector. A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some They call him Ajax.

degrees. Cres. Good; and what of him ?

Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Aler. They say he is a very man per se, Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus ! I would, And stands alone. Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, Cres. So he is. sick, or have no legs.

Pan. - 'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to Aler. This man, lady, hath robbed many India. beasts of their particular additions; he is as Cres. He is not Hector. valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.—'Would the elephant: a man, into whom nature hath 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; 50 crowded humours, that his valour is crush'd Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well,into folly, his folly sauced with discretion : there I would, my heart were in her body !-No, is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a Hector is not a better man than Troilus. glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he car. Cres. Excuse me.


he were,

Pan. He is elder.

how she tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she has a Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.

marvellous white hand, I must needs confess. Pan. The other's not come to't ; you shall Cres. Without the rack. tell me another tale, wben the other's come to't. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white Hector shall not have his wit this year.

hair on his chin. Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. Cres. Alas, poor chin ! many a wart is richer. Pan. Nor his qualities;

Pan. But there was such laughing ; -Queen Cres. No matter.

Hecuba laugh’d, that her eyes ran o'er. Pan. Nor his beauty.

Cres. With mill-stones. Cres. 'Twould not become him, his own's Pan. And Cassandra laugh’d. better.

Cres. But there was a more temperate fire Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen under the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run . herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for a o'er too? brown favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,)- Pan. And Hector laugh’d. Not brown neither.

Cres. At what was all this laughing? Cres. No, but brown.

Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not spied on Troilus' chin. brown.

Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. have laugh’d too. Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. Pan. They laugh'd not so much at the hair, Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. as at his pretty answer. Pan. So he has.

Cres. What was his answer? Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs if she praised him above, his complexion is on your chin, and one of them is white. higher than his; he having colour enough, and Cres. This is her question. the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a Pan. That's true ; make no question of that. good complexion. I had as lief, Helen's golden One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white: tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose. That white hair is my father, and all the rest are

Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves his sons. Jupiter ! quoth she, which of these him better than Paris.

hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one, Cres. Than she's a merry Greek, indeed. quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But,

Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to there was such laughing ! and Helen so blushhim the other day into a compass'd window,-ed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so and, you know, he has not past three or four laugh’d, that it pass’d. hairs on his chin.

Čres. So let it now ; for it has been a great Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon

while going by. bring his particulars therein to a total.

Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterPan. Why, he is very young: and yet will day ; think on't. he, within three pound, lift as much as his bro- Cres. So I do. ther Hector.

Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a you, an 'twere a man born in April. lifter?

Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere Pan. But, to prove to you, that Helen loves a nettle against May. [A retreat sounded. him ;-she came, and puts me her white hand Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: to his cloven chin,

Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they Cres. Juno have mercy!-How came it cloven ? pass towards Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, Cressida. his smiling becomes him better than any man Cres. At your pleasure. in all Phrygia.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place ; Cres. 0, he smiles valiantly.

here we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them Pan. Does he not?

all by their names, as they pass by ; but mark Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. Troilus above the rest.

Pan. Why, go to then :-But to prove to you, that Helen loves Troilus,

Æneas passes over the stage. Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Cres. Speak not so loud. prove it so.

Pan. That's Æneas; Is not that a brate Pan. Troilus ? why, he esteems her no more man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell than I esteem an addle egg.

you; But mark Troilus; you shall see anon. Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you Cres. Who's that? love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell.

ANTENOR passes over. Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit,

I can tell you ; and he's a man good enough : Pan. Åsses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff he's one o'the soundest judgments in Troy, who- and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and soever, and a proper man of person :- When die i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look ; comes Troilus :--I'll show you Troilus anon ; if the eagles are gone ; crows and daws, crows and he see me, you shall see him nod at me: daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus, Cres. Will he give you the nod ?

than Agamemnon and all Greece. Pan. You shall see.

Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more. a better man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very Hectos passes over.

camel. Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, ('res. Well, well. that ; There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector; Pan. Well, well?--Why, have you any disa

- There's a brave man, niece.—0 brave Hec- cretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what tor!-Look, how he looks! there's a counte- a man is ? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, disnance: Is't not a brave man?

course, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, Cres. 0, a brave man!

youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good-salt that season a man? Look you what hacks are on his helmet! look Cres. Ay, a minced man; and then to be baked you yonder, do you see? look you there! There's with no date in the pye,—for then the man's no jesting : there's laying on ; take't off who date is out. will , as they say: there be hacks!

Pan. You are such a woman ! one knows not Cres. Be those with swords?

at what ward you lie.

Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; Paris passes over.

upon my wit, to defend my wiles ; and upon my Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not: an secrecy, to defend mine honesty, my mask, to the devil come to him, it's all one : By god's lid, defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these : it does one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece ; Is't watches. not a gallant man too, is't not ?-Why, this is Pan. Say one of your watches. brave now.-Who said, he came hurt home to- Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that ; and that's day? he's not hurt : why, this will do Helen's one of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward heart good now. Ha!'would I could see Troi- what I would not have hit, I can watch you for lus now !-you shall see Troilus anon.

telling how I took the blow ; unless it swell past Cres. Who's that?

hiding, and then it is past watching.

Pan. You are such another !
HELENUS passes over.
Pan. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where Troi-

Enter Troilus' Boy. lus is :- That's Helenus ;-I think he went not Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with forth to-day :- That's Helenus.

you. Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?

Pan. Where? Pan. Helenus ? no ;-yes, he'll fight indiffe- Boy. At your own house ; there he unarnos rent well :- I marvel, where Troilus is !-Hark; him. do you not hear the people cry, Troilus ?-Hc- Pan. Good boy, tell him I come

[Erit Boy. Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.

('res. Adieu, uncle.
TROILUS passes over.

Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
Par. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus: Cres. To bring, uncle,-
'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Hem! Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry !

Creş. By the same token-you are a bawd. Cres. Peace, for shame, peace !

[Exit Pandarus. Pan. Mark him; note him ;-0 brave Troic Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, lus !—look well upon him, niece ; look you, how He offers in another's enterprize : his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd But more in Troilus thousand fold I see than Hector's ; And how he looks, and how he Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ; goes - admirable youth ! he ne'er saw thrce- Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing : and-twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; Things won are done, joy's

soul lies in the doing: had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a god- That she, belov'd, knows nought, that knows dess, he should take his choice. O adinirable not this,Than! Paris ?-Paris is dirt to him ; and, I war- Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : rant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot. That she was never yet, that ever knew

Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue:
Forces pass over the stage.

Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, Cres. Here come more,

Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech; VOL. II.

lenus is a priest.

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