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Troilus and Cressida
[I, 0] |
Chorus |
1 |
In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece
The princes orgulous, their high blood chafed,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships,
Fraught with the ministers and instruments
Of cruel war: sixty and nine, that wore
Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay
Put forth toward Phrygia; and their vow is made
To ransack Troy, within whose strong immures
The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,
With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel.
To Tenedos they come;
And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
Their warlike fraughtage: now on Dardan plains
The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch
Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city,
Dardan, and Tymbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien,
And Antenorides, with massy staples
And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Sperr up the sons of Troy.
Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,
Sets all on hazard: and hither am I come
A prologue arm'd, but not in confidence
Of author's pen or actor's voice, but suited
In like conditions as our argument,
To tell you, fair beholders, that our play
Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils,
Beginning in the middle, starting thence away
To what may be digested in a play.
Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are:
Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.
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Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1] |
Troilus |
33 |
Call here my varlet; I'll unarm again:
Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
That find such cruel battle here within?
Each Trojan that is master of his heart,
Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none.
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3 |
Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2] |
Pandarus |
266 |
Why, he is very young: and yet will he, within
three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector.
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4 |
Troilus and Cressida
[II, 2] |
Cassandra |
1090 |
[Within] Cry, Trojans, cry!
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5 |
Troilus and Cressida
[II, 2] |
Cassandra |
1093 |
[Within] Cry, Trojans!
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6 |
Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3] |
Patroclus |
1292 |
Within his tent; but ill disposed, my lord.
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7 |
Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1] |
Pandarus |
1507 |
Grace! not so, friend: honour and lordship are my titles.
[Music within]
What music is this?
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Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2] |
Pandarus |
2310 |
[Within] What, 's all the doors open here?
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Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2] |
Cressida |
2326 |
Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head!
[Knocking within]
Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.
My lord, come you again into my chamber:
You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
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10 |
Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2] |
Cressida |
2332 |
Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing.
[Knocking within]
How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in:
I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
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Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2] |
Aeneas |
2356 |
My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
My matter is so rash: there is at hand
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,
Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
The Lady Cressida.
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12 |
Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4] |
Aeneas |
2479 |
[Within] My lord, is the lady ready?
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13 |
Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4] |
Aeneas |
2532 |
[Within] Nay, good my lord,—
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14 |
Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4] |
Paris |
2534 |
[Within] Brother Troilus!
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15 |
Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4] |
(stage directions) |
2581 |
[Trumpet within]
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Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5] |
(stage directions) |
2670 |
[Trumpet within]
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Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2] |
Calchas |
3047 |
[Within] Who calls?
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Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2] |
Calchas |
3049 |
[Within] She comes to you.
[Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance;]
after them, THERSITES]
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Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2] |
Troilus |
3211 |
This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,
If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,
This is not she. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself!
Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid.
Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
Of this strange nature that a thing inseparate
Divides more wider than the sky and earth,
And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
As Ariachne's broken woof to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and loosed;
And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
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Troilus and Cressida
[V, 9] |
(stage directions) |
3617 |
[Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES,]
and others, marching. Shouts within]
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