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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Boy

422

Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3]

Ulysses

595

The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns
The sinew and the forehand of our host,
Having his ear full of his airy fame,
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
Lies mocking our designs: with him Patroclus
Upon a lazy bed the livelong day
Breaks scurril jests;
And with ridiculous and awkward action,
Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,
He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,
Thy topless deputation he puts on,
And, like a strutting player, whose conceit
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,—
Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming
He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks,
'Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquared,
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd
Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling,
From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause;
Cries 'Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just.
Now play me Nestor; hem, and stroke thy beard,
As he being drest to some oration.'
That's done, as near as the extremest ends
Of parallels, as like as Vulcan and his wife:
Yet god Achilles still cries 'Excellent!
'Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus,
Arming to answer in a night alarm.'
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age
Must be the scene of mirth; to cough and spit,
And, with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,
Shake in and out the rivet: and at this sport
Sir Valour dies; cries 'O, enough, Patroclus;
Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all
In pleasure of my spleen.' And in this fashion,
All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
Severals and generals of grace exact,
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Success or loss, what is or is not, serves
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3]

Agamemnon

703

Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself AEneas?

4

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3]

Aeneas

706

Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears.

5

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3]

Agamemnon

765

Fair Lord AEneas, let me touch your hand;
To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.
Achilles shall have word of this intent;
So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent:
Yourself shall feast with us before you go
And find the welcome of a noble foe.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Achilles

978

Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host:
That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,
Will with a trumpet 'twixt our tents and Troy
To-morrow morning call some knight to arms
That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare
Maintain—I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell.

7

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 2]

Paris

1144

Sir, I propose not merely to myself
The pleasures such a beauty brings with it;
But I would have the soil of her fair rape
Wiped off, in honourable keeping her.
What treason were it to the ransack'd queen,
Disgrace to your great worths and shame to me,
Now to deliver her possession up
On terms of base compulsion! Can it be
That so degenerate a strain as this
Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?
There's not the meanest spirit on our party
Without a heart to dare or sword to draw
When Helen is defended, nor none so noble
Whose life were ill bestow'd or death unfamed
Where Helen is the subject; then, I say,
Well may we fight for her whom, we know well,
The world's large spaces cannot parallel.

8

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1495

Ay, sir, when he goes before me.

9

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1497

Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1502

Faith, sir, superficially.

11

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1510

I do but partly know, sir: it is music in parts.

12

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1512

Wholly, sir.

13

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1514

To the hearers, sir.

14

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1516

At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.

15

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1518

Who shall I command, sir?

16

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1522

That's to 't indeed, sir: marry, sir, at the request
of Paris my lord, who's there in person; with him,
the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's
invisible soul,—

17

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1527

No, sir, Helen: could you not find out that by her
attributes?

18

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1547

O, sir,—

19

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Boy

1650

No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.

20

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Cressida

1794

Sir, mine own company.