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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

58

Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be,
Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.
At Priam's royal table do I sit;
And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,—
So, traitor! 'When she comes!' When is she thence?

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

95

Thou dost not speak so much.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Pandarus

104

Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not so fair
as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as
fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care
I? I care not an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Pandarus

109

I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to
stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and so
I'll tell her the next time I see her: for my part,
I'll meddle nor make no more i' the matter.

5

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

173

So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Alexander

174

This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their
particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion,
churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man
into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his
valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with
discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that he
hath not a glimpse of, nor any man an attaint but he
carries some stain of it: he is melancholy without
cause, and merry against the hair: he hath the
joints of every thing, but everything so out of joint
that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use,
or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.

7

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

206

Even so: Hector was stirring early.

8

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

209

So he says here.

9

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

210

True, he was so: I know the cause too: he'll lay
about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there's
Troilus will not come far behind him: let them take
heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

225

So he is.

11

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

243

You have no judgment, niece: Helen
herself swore th' other day, that Troilus, for
a brown favour—for so 'tis, I must confess,—
not brown neither,—

12

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

252

So he has.

13

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

268

Is he so young a man and so old a lifter?

14

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

279

Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll
prove it so.

15

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

302

They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.

16

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

307

That's true; make no question of that. 'Two and
fifty hairs' quoth he, 'and one white: that white
hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons.'
'Jupiter!' quoth she, 'which of these hairs is Paris,
my husband? 'The forked one,' quoth he, 'pluck't
out, and give it him.' But there was such laughing!
and Helen so blushed, an Paris so chafed, and all the
rest so laughed, that it passed.

17

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

315

So let it now; for it has been while going by.

18

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

317

So I do.

19

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

330

Speak not so loud.

20

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

432

By the same token, you are a bawd.
[Exit PANDARUS]
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,
He offers in another's enterprise;
But more in Troilus thousand fold I see
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be;
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
That she beloved knows nought that knows not this:
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:
That she was never yet that ever knew
Love got so sweet as when desire did sue.
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:
Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech:
Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.