Troilus and Cressida


William Shakespeare

Troilus and Cressida is a tragic play that explores the themes of love, war, and betrayal in the context of the Trojan War. The story is set in the final years of the war and follows the doomed love affair between Trojan prince Troilus and Greek princess Cressida.

The play begins with a debate among the Greek leaders about whether to continue the war or to make peace with the Trojans. Meanwhile, Troilus falls in love with Cressida, who has been given to the Greeks as a hostage. The two lovers exchange vows of fidelity, but their relationship is soon tested by the realities of war and politics.

As the war rages on, the characters are forced to confront the moral ambiguities of their actions. The Trojan hero Hector struggles with his duty to defend his city and his love for his family, while the Greek warrior Achilles is torn between his desire for glory and his loyalty to his fellow soldiers.

Ultimately, the play ends in tragedy as Troilus and Cressida are separated by the war and their love is betrayed by political machinations. The play offers a bleak and cynical view of human nature, suggesting that love and honor are ultimately futile in the face of war and power struggles.


In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece
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The princes orgulous, their high blood chafed,
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Have to the port of Athens sent their ships,
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Fraught with the ministers and instruments
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Of cruel war: sixty and nine, that wore
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Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay
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Put forth toward Phrygia; and their vow is made
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To ransack Troy, within whose strong immures
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The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,
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With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel.
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To Tenedos they come;
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And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
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Their warlike fraughtage: now on Dardan plains
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The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch
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Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city,
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Dardan, and Tymbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien,
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And Antenorides, with massy staples
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And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
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Sperr up the sons of Troy.
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Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
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On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,
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Sets all on hazard: and hither am I come
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A prologue arm'd, but not in confidence
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Of author's pen or actor's voice, but suited
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In like conditions as our argument,
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To tell you, fair beholders, that our play
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Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils,
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Beginning in the middle, starting thence away
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To what may be digested in a play.
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Like or find fault; do as your pleasures are:
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Now good or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.
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Act I

In Act 1, the story takes place during the Trojan War. The Greeks and Trojans have been fighting for nine years, and both sides are tired of the war. The Greeks have a meeting to discuss the possibility of ending the war by exchanging a prisoner of war. They choose the Trojan warrior, Antenor, to be exchanged for the Greek warrior, Diomedes.

Meanwhile, Troilus, a Trojan prince, is in love with Cressida, the daughter of a Trojan priest. He asks his friend, Pandarus, to help him win her over. Pandarus agrees and sets up a meeting between Troilus and Cressida. At first, Cressida is hesitant, but she eventually agrees to meet with Troilus.

During the meeting, Troilus and Cressida confess their love for each other, but they are interrupted by the arrival of Cressida's father, who tells her that she must leave Troy and go to the Greek camp, where she will be reunited with her father, who is now on the Greek side. Cressida is torn between her love for Troilus and her duty to her father.

Meanwhile, the Greeks are preparing for the exchange of prisoners. The Trojan prince Hector is opposed to the exchange and decides to challenge any Greek warrior to single combat. The Greek warrior, Ajax, accepts the challenge, and the two men fight to a draw.

As the exchange of prisoners takes place, Cressida is handed over to the Greeks. Troilus is devastated and vows to win her back. The act ends with Troilus and Cressida separated and the war raging on.

SCENE I. Troy. Before Priam's palace.

Act 1 Scene 1 of Troilus and Cressida begins with a conversation between two Greek soldiers, Troilus and Pandarus, who are discussing Troilus's unrequited love for a Trojan woman named Cressida. Pandarus, who is Cressida's uncle, promises to help Troilus win her love. Meanwhile, the Greek army is preparing for battle against the Trojans, with the legendary warrior Achilles refusing to fight due to a dispute with his commander, Agamemnon.

As the soldiers prepare for battle, a Trojan prince named Hector delivers a speech encouraging his fellow Trojans to fight and protect their city. He is interrupted by a messenger who brings news that the Greek warrior Ajax has challenged any Trojan to single combat. Hector accepts the challenge and the two warriors prepare to fight. However, the scene ends before the combat takes place.

Enter TROILUS armed, and PANDARUS

Call here my varlet; I'll unarm again:
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Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
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That find such cruel battle here within?
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Each Trojan that is master of his heart,
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Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none.
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Will this gear ne'er be mended?
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The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength,
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Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness valiant;
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But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
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Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,
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Less valiant than the virgin in the night
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And skilless as unpractised infancy.
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Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part,
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I'll not meddle nor make no further. He that will
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have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding.
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Have I not tarried?
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Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry
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the bolting.
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Have I not tarried?
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Ay, the bolting, but you must tarry the leavening.
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Still have I tarried.
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Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word
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'hereafter' the kneading, the making of the cake, the
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heating of the oven and the baking; nay, you must
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stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.
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Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be,
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Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.
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At Priam's royal table do I sit;
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And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,--
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So, traitor! 'When she comes!' When is she thence?
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Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw
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her look, or any woman else.
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I was about to tell thee:--when my heart,
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As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain,
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Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,
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I have, as when the sun doth light a storm,
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Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:
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But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,
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Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
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An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's--
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well, go to--there were no more comparison between
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the women: but, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I
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would not, as they term it, praise her: but I would
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somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I
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will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit, but--
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O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,--
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When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd,
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Reply not in how many fathoms deep
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They lie indrench'd. I tell thee I am mad
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In Cressid's love: thou answer'st 'she is fair;'
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Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
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Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice,
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Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
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In whose comparison all whites are ink,
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Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure
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The cygnet's down is harsh and spirit of sense
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Hard as the palm of ploughman: this thou tell'st me,
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As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her;
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But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
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Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me
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The knife that made it.
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I speak no more than truth.
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Thou dost not speak so much.
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Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is:
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if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be
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not, she has the mends in her own hands.
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Good Pandarus, how now, Pandarus!
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I have had my labour for my travail; ill-thought on of
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her and ill-thought on of you; gone between and
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between, but small thanks for my labour.
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What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me?
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Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not so fair
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as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as
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fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care
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I? I care not an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.
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Say I she is not fair?
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I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to
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stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and so
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I'll tell her the next time I see her: for my part,
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I'll meddle nor make no more i' the matter.
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Sweet Pandarus,--
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Pray you, speak no more to me: I will leave all as I
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found it, and there an end.
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Exit PANDARUS. An alarum

Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds!
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Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
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When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
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I cannot fight upon this argument;
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It is too starved a subject for my sword.
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But Pandarus,--O gods, how do you plague me!
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I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;
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And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo.
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As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
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Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
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What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?
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Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl:
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Between our Ilium and where she resides,
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Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood,
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Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar
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Our doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark.
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Alarum. Enter AENEAS

How now, Prince Troilus! wherefore not afield?
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Because not there: this woman's answer sorts,
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For womanish it is to be from thence.
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What news, AEneas, from the field to-day?
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That Paris is returned home and hurt.
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By whom, AEneas?
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Troilus, by Menelaus.
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Let Paris bleed; 'tis but a scar to scorn;
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Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn.
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Hark, what good sport is out of town to-day!
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Better at home, if 'would I might' were 'may.'
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But to the sport abroad: are you bound thither?
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In all swift haste.
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Come, go we then together.
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SCENE II. The Same. A street.

Scene 2 of Act 1 of Troilus and Cressida is set in the Greek camp during the Trojan War. The scene opens with a conversation between the Greek leaders, Agamemnon and Ulysses. They are discussing the morale of their troops and the lack of progress in the war. Ulysses suggests that they could boost the soldiers' morale by spreading rumors about Achilles' imminent return to battle. Agamemnon agrees and instructs Ulysses to carry out his plan.

As Ulysses leaves, Nestor, another Greek leader, enters and joins the conversation. He advises Agamemnon to offer Achilles' lover, Patroclus, as a sacrifice to the gods in order to appease them and ensure their victory. Agamemnon is hesitant to sacrifice Patroclus, but Nestor reminds him of the importance of winning the war.

Next, we see a conversation between Achilles and his friend, Patroclus. Achilles is reluctant to return to battle because he feels disrespected by Agamemnon. Patroclus urges him to put his pride aside and fight for the honor of Greece. Achilles eventually agrees and prepares to return to battle.

The scene ends with a conversation between two Trojan soldiers, Hector and Troilus. They are discussing Hector's upcoming duel with the Greek warrior, Ajax. Hector is confident in his abilities and believes he will be victorious, while Troilus urges him to be cautious and not underestimate his opponent.


Who were those went by?
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Queen Hecuba and Helen.
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And whither go they?
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Up to the eastern tower,
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Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
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To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
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Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was moved:
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He chid Andromache and struck his armourer,
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And, like as there were husbandry in war,
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Before the sun rose he was harness'd light,
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And to the field goes he; where every flower
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Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
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In Hector's wrath.
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What was his cause of anger?
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The noise goes, this: there is among the Greeks
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A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
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They call him Ajax.
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Good; and what of him?
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They say he is a very man per se,
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And stands alone.
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So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.
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This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their
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particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion,
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churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man
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into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his
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valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with
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discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that he
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hath not a glimpse of, nor any man an attaint but he
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carries some stain of it: he is melancholy without
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cause, and merry against the hair: he hath the
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joints of every thing, but everything so out of joint
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that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use,
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or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.
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But how should this man, that makes
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me smile, make Hector angry?
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They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle and
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struck him down, the disdain and shame whereof hath
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ever since kept Hector fasting and waking.
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Who comes here?
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Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
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Hector's a gallant man.
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As may be in the world, lady.
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What's that? what's that?
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Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
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Good morrow, cousin Cressid: what do you talk of?
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Good morrow, Alexander. How do you, cousin? When
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were you at Ilium?
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This morning, uncle.
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What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector
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armed and gone ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not
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up, was she?
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Hector was gone, but Helen was not up.
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Even so: Hector was stirring early.
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That were we talking of, and of his anger.
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Was he angry?
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So he says here.
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True, he was so: I know the cause too: he'll lay
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about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there's
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Troilus will not come far behind him: let them take
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heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too.
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What, is he angry too?
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Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two.
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O Jupiter! there's no comparison.
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What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a
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man if you see him?
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Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him.
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Well, I say Troilus is Troilus.
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Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is not Hector.
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No, nor Hector is not Troilus in some degrees.
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'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
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Himself! Alas, poor Troilus! I would he were.
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So he is.
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Condition, I had gone barefoot to India.
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He is not Hector.
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Himself! no, he's not himself: would a' were
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himself! Well, the gods are above; time must friend
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or end: well, Troilus, well: I would my heart were
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in her body. No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
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Excuse me.
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He is elder.
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Pardon me, pardon me.
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Th' other's not come to't; you shall tell me another
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tale, when th' other's come to't. Hector shall not
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have his wit this year.
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He shall not need it, if he have his own.
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Nor his qualities.
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No matter.
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Nor his beauty.
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'Twould not become him; his own's better.
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You have no judgment, niece: Helen
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herself swore th' other day, that Troilus, for
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a brown favour--for so 'tis, I must confess,--
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not brown neither,--
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No, but brown.
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'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
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To say the truth, true and not true.
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She praised his complexion above Paris.
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Why, Paris hath colour enough.
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So he has.
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Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised
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him above, his complexion is higher than his; he
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having colour enough, and the other higher, is too
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flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as
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lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for
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a copper nose.
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I swear to you. I think Helen loves him better than Paris.
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Then she's a merry Greek indeed.
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Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him th' other
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day into the compassed window,--and, you know, he
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has not past three or four hairs on his chin,--
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Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his
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particulars therein to a total.
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Why, he is very young: and yet will he, within
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three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector.
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Is he so young a man and so old a lifter?
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But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came
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and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin--
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Juno have mercy! how came it cloven?
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Why, you know 'tis dimpled: I think his smiling
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becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.
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O, he smiles valiantly.
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Does he not?
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O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn.
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Why, go to, then: but to prove to you that Helen
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loves Troilus,--
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Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll
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prove it so.
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Troilus! why, he esteems her no more than I esteem
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an addle egg.
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If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle
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head, you would eat chickens i' the shell.
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I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled
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his chin: indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I
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must needs confess,--
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Without the rack.
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And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.
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Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.
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But there was such laughing! Queen Hecuba laughed
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that her eyes ran o'er.
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With mill-stones.
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And Cassandra laughed.
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But there was more temperate fire under the pot of
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her eyes: did her eyes run o'er too?
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And Hector laughed.
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At what was all this laughing?
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Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.
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An't had been a green hair, I should have laughed
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They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.
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What was his answer?
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Quoth she, 'Here's but two and fifty hairs on your
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chin, and one of them is white.
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This is her question.
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That's true; make no question of that. 'Two and
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fifty hairs' quoth he, 'and one white: that white
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hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons.'
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'Jupiter!' quoth she, 'which of these hairs is Paris,
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my husband? 'The forked one,' quoth he, 'pluck't
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out, and give it him.' But there was such laughing!
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and Helen so blushed, an Paris so chafed, and all the
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rest so laughed, that it passed.
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So let it now; for it has been while going by.
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Well, cousin. I told you a thing yesterday; think on't.
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So I do.
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I'll be sworn 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere
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a man born in April.
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And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle
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against May.
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A retreat sounded

Hark! they are coming from the field: shall we
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stand up here, and see them as they pass toward
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Ilium? good niece, do, sweet niece Cressida.
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At your pleasure.
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Here, here, here's an excellent place; here we may
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see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their
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names as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest.
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Speak not so loud.
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AENEAS passes

That's AEneas: is not that a brave man? he's one of
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the flowers of Troy, I can tell you: but mark
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Troilus; you shall see anon.
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ANTENOR passes

Who's that?
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That's Antenor: he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you;
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and he's a man good enough, he's one o' the soundest
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judgments in whosoever, and a proper man of person.
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When comes Troilus? I'll show you Troilus anon: if
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he see me, you shall see him nod at me.
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Will he give you the nod?
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You shall see.
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If he do, the rich shall have more.
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HECTOR passes

That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; there's a
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fellow! Go thy way, Hector! There's a brave man,
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niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there's
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a countenance! is't not a brave man?
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O, a brave man!
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Is a' not? it does a man's heart good. Look you
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what hacks are on his helmet! look you yonder, do
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you see? look you there: there's no jesting;
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there's laying on, take't off who will, as they say:
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there be hacks!
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Be those with swords?
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Swords! any thing, he cares not; an the devil come
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to him, it's all one: by God's lid, it does one's
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heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris.
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Look ye yonder, niece; is't not a gallant man too,
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is't not? Why, this is brave now. Who said he came
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hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do
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Helen's heart good now, ha! Would I could see
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Troilus now! You shall see Troilus anon.
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HELENUS passes

Who's that?
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That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is. That's
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Helenus. I think he went not forth to-day. That's Helenus.
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Can Helenus fight, uncle?
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Helenus? no. Yes, he'll fight indifferent well. I
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marvel where Troilus is. Hark! do you not hear the
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people cry 'Troilus'? Helenus is a priest.
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What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
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TROILUS passes

Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus!
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there's a man, niece! Hem! Brave Troilus! the
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prince of chivalry!
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Peace, for shame, peace!
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Mark him; note him. O brave Troilus! Look well upon
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him, niece: look you how his sword is bloodied, and
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his helm more hacked than Hector's, and how he looks,
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and how he goes! O admirable youth! he ne'er saw
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three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way!
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Had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess,
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he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris?
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Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to
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change, would give an eye to boot.
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Here come more.
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Forces pass

Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran!
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porridge after meat! I could live and die i' the
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eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look: the eagles
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are gone: crows and daws, crows and daws! I had
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rather be such a man as Troilus than Agamemnon and
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all Greece.
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There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.
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Achilles! a drayman, a porter, a very camel.
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Well, well.
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'Well, well!' why, have you any discretion? have
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you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not
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birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood,
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learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality,
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and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
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Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date
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in the pie, for then the man's date's out.
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You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you
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Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to
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defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine
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honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to
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defend all these: and at all these wards I lie, at a
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thousand watches.
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Say one of your watches.
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Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the
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chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward what I would
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not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took
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the blow; unless it swell past hiding, and then it's
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past watching.
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You are such another!
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Enter Troilus's Boy

Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.
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At your own house; there he unarms him.
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Good boy, tell him I come.
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I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.
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Adieu, uncle.
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I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
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To bring, uncle?
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Ay, a token from Troilus.
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By the same token, you are a bawd.
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Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,
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He offers in another's enterprise;
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But more in Troilus thousand fold I see
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Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be;
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Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:
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Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
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That she beloved knows nought that knows not this:
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Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:
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That she was never yet that ever knew
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Love got so sweet as when desire did sue.
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Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:
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Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech:
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Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
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Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.
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SCENE III. The Grecian camp. Before Agamemnon's tent.

Scene 3 of Act 1 of the play begins with Pandarus, Cressida's uncle, trying to persuade her to accept Troilus' love proposal. Cressida initially resists, stating that she is not ready for love and does not want to be bound to anyone. She also expresses her concern about Troilus' reputation as a womanizer and his lack of loyalty.

Pandarus tries to convince her otherwise, arguing that Troilus is sincere in his love and that he will be faithful to her. He also reminds her that she is now living in Troy, and that she should embrace the customs and traditions of the city, including falling in love.

Cressida eventually agrees to meet with Troilus, but only if it is done secretly and with Pandarus' help. Pandarus happily agrees and tells Cressida that he will arrange everything. The scene ends with Cressida expressing her fear of falling in love and being hurt, but also her excitement at the prospect of being loved.


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What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
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The ample proposition that hope makes
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In all designs begun on earth below
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Fails in the promised largeness: cheques and disasters
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Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd,
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As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
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Infect the sound pine and divert his grain
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Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
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Nor, princes, is it matter new to us
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That we come short of our suppose so far
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That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls stand;
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Sith every action that hath gone before,
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Whereof we have record, trial did draw
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Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
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And that unbodied figure of the thought
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That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
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Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works,
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And call them shames? which are indeed nought else
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But the protractive trials of great Jove
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To find persistive constancy in men:
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The fineness of which metal is not found
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In fortune's love; for then the bold and coward,
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The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
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The hard and soft seem all affined and kin:
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But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
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Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
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Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
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And what hath mass or matter, by itself
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Lies rich in virtue and unmingled.
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With due observance of thy godlike seat,
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Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
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Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
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Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth,
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How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
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Upon her patient breast, making their way
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With those of nobler bulk!
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But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
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The gentle Thetis, and anon behold
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The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,
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Bounding between the two moist elements,
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Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat
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Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
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Co-rivall'd greatness? Either to harbour fled,
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Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
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Doth valour's show and valour's worth divide
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In storms of fortune; for in her ray and brightness
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The herd hath more annoyance by the breeze
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Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind
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Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
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And flies fled under shade, why, then the thing of courage
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As roused with rage with rage doth sympathize,
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And with an accent tuned in selfsame key
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Retorts to chiding fortune.
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Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
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Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit.
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In whom the tempers and the minds of all
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Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks.
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Besides the applause and approbation To which,
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most mighty for thy place and sway,
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And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life
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I give to both your speeches, which were such
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As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
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Should hold up high in brass, and such again
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As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,
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Should with a bond of air, strong as the axle-tree
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On which heaven rides, knit all the Greekish ears
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To his experienced tongue, yet let it please both,
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Thou great, and wise, to hear Ulysses speak.
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Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect
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That matter needless, of importless burden,
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Divide thy lips, than we are confident,
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When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws,
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We shall hear music, wit and oracle.
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Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
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And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master,
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But for these instances.
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The specialty of rule hath been neglected:
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And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
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Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
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When that the general is not like the hive
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To whom the foragers shall all repair,
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What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,
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The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.
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The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre
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Observe degree, priority and place,
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Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
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Office and custom, in all line of order;
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And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
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In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
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Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye
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Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
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And posts, like the commandment of a king,
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Sans cheque to good and bad: but when the planets
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In evil mixture to disorder wander,
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What plagues and what portents! what mutiny!
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What raging of the sea! shaking of earth!
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Commotion in the winds! frights, changes, horrors,
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Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
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The unity and married calm of states
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Quite from their fixure! O, when degree is shaked,
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Which is the ladder to all high designs,
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Then enterprise is sick! How could communities,
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Degrees in schools and brotherhoods in cities,
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Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
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The primogenitive and due of birth,
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Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,
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But by degree, stand in authentic place?
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Take but degree away, untune that string,
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And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets
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In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters
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Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores
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And make a sop of all this solid globe:
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Strength should be lord of imbecility,
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And the rude son should strike his father dead:
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Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong,
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Between whose endless jar justice resides,
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Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
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Then every thing includes itself in power,
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Power into will, will into appetite;
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And appetite, an universal wolf,
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So doubly seconded with will and power,
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Must make perforce an universal prey,
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And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,
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This chaos, when degree is suffocate,
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Follows the choking.
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And this neglection of degree it is
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That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
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It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd
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By him one step below, he by the next,
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That next by him beneath; so every step,
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Exampled by the first pace that is sick
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Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
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Of pale and bloodless emulation:
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And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,
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Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,
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Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.
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Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd
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The fever whereof all our power is sick.
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The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses,
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What is the remedy?
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The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns
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The sinew and the forehand of our host,
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Having his ear full of his airy fame,
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Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
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Lies mocking our designs: with him Patroclus
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Upon a lazy bed the livelong day
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Breaks scurril jests;
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And with ridiculous and awkward action,
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Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,
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He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,
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Thy topless deputation he puts on,
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And, like a strutting player, whose conceit
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Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
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To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
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'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,--
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Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming
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He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks,
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'Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquared,
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Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd
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Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff
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The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling,
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From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause;
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Cries 'Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just.
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Now play me Nestor; hem, and stroke thy beard,
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As he being drest to some oration.'
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That's done, as near as the extremest ends
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Of parallels, as like as Vulcan and his wife:
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Yet god Achilles still cries 'Excellent!
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'Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus,
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Arming to answer in a night alarm.'
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And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age
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Must be the scene of mirth; to cough and spit,
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And, with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,
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Shake in and out the rivet: and at this sport
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Sir Valour dies; cries 'O, enough, Patroclus;
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Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all
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In pleasure of my spleen.' And in this fashion,
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All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
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Severals and generals of grace exact,
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Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
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Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
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Success or loss, what is or is not, serves
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As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
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And in the imitation of these twain--
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Who, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns
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With an imperial voice--many are infect.
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Ajax is grown self-will'd, and bears his head
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In such a rein, in full as proud a place
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As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;
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Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war,
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Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites,
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A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint,
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To match us in comparisons with dirt,
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To weaken and discredit our exposure,
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How rank soever rounded in with danger.
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They tax our policy, and call it cowardice,
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Count wisdom as no member of the war,
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Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
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But that of hand: the still and mental parts,
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That do contrive how many hands shall strike,
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When fitness calls them on, and know by measure
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Of their observant toil the enemies' weight,--
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Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:
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They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war;
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So that the ram that batters down the wall,
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For the great swing and rudeness of his poise,
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They place before his hand that made the engine,
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Or those that with the fineness of their souls
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By reason guide his execution.
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Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse
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Makes many Thetis' sons.
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A tucket

What trumpet? look, Menelaus.
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From Troy.
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What would you 'fore our tent?
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Is this great Agamemnon's tent, I pray you?
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Even this.
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May one, that is a herald and a prince,
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Do a fair message to his kingly ears?
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With surety stronger than Achilles' arm
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'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice
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Call Agamemnon head and general.
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Fair leave and large security. How may
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A stranger to those most imperial looks
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Know them from eyes of other mortals?
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I ask, that I might waken reverence,
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And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
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Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
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The youthful Phoebus:
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Which is that god in office, guiding men?
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Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?
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This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy
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Are ceremonious courtiers.
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Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd,
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As bending angels; that's their fame in peace:
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But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,
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Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and,
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Jove's accord,
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Nothing so full of heart. But peace, AEneas,
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Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips!
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The worthiness of praise distains his worth,
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If that the praised himself bring the praise forth:
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But what the repining enemy commends,
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That breath fame blows; that praise, sole sure,
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Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself AEneas?
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Ay, Greek, that is my name.
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What's your affair I pray you?
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Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears.
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He hears naught privately that comes from Troy.
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Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him:
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I bring a trumpet to awake his ear,
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To set his sense on the attentive bent,
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And then to speak.
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Speak frankly as the wind;
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It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:
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That thou shalt know. Trojan, he is awake,
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He tells thee so himself.
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Trumpet, blow loud,
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Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;
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And every Greek of mettle, let him know,
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What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.
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We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy
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A prince call'd Hector,--Priam is his father,--
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Who in this dull and long-continued truce
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Is rusty grown: he bade me take a trumpet,
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And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords!
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If there be one among the fair'st of Greece
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That holds his honour higher than his ease,
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That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril,
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That knows his valour, and knows not his fear,
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That loves his mistress more than in confession,
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With truant vows to her own lips he loves,
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And dare avow her beauty and her worth
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In other arms than hers,--to him this challenge.
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Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,
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Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,
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He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,
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Than ever Greek did compass in his arms,
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And will to-morrow with his trumpet call
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Midway between your tents and walls of Troy,
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To rouse a Grecian that is true in love:
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If any come, Hector shall honour him;
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If none, he'll say in Troy when he retires,
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The Grecian dames are sunburnt and not worth
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The splinter of a lance. Even so much.
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This shall be told our lovers, Lord AEneas;
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If none of them have soul in such a kind,
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We left them all at home: but we are soldiers;
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And may that soldier a mere recreant prove,
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That means not, hath not, or is not in love!
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If then one is, or hath, or means to be,
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That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he.
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Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man
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When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now;
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But if there be not in our Grecian host
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One noble man that hath one spark of fire,
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To answer for his love, tell him from me
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I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver
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And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn,
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And meeting him will tell him that my lady
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Was fairer than his grandam and as chaste
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As may be in the world: his youth in flood,
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I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood.
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Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth!
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Fair Lord AEneas, let me touch your hand;
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To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.
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Achilles shall have word of this intent;
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So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent:
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Yourself shall feast with us before you go
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And find the welcome of a noble foe.
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Exeunt all but ULYSSES and NESTOR


What says Ulysses?
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I have a young conception in my brain;
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Be you my time to bring it to some shape.
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What is't?
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This 'tis:
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Blunt wedges rive hard knots: the seeded pride
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That hath to this maturity blown up
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In rank Achilles must or now be cropp'd,
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Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,
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To overbulk us all.
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Well, and how?
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This challenge that the gallant Hector sends,
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However it is spread in general name,
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Relates in purpose only to Achilles.
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The purpose is perspicuous even as substance,
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Whose grossness little characters sum up:
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And, in the publication, make no strain,
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But that Achilles, were his brain as barren
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As banks of Libya,--though, Apollo knows,
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'Tis dry enough,--will, with great speed of judgment,
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Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose
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Pointing on him.
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And wake him to the answer, think you?
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Yes, 'tis most meet: whom may you else oppose,
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That can from Hector bring his honour off,
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If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat,
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Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;
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For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute
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With their finest palate: and trust to me, Ulysses,
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Our imputation shall be oddly poised
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In this wild action; for the success,
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Although particular, shall give a scantling
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Of good or bad unto the general;
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And in such indexes, although small pricks
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To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
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The baby figure of the giant mass
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Of things to come at large. It is supposed
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He that meets Hector issues from our choice
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And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,
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Makes merit her election, and doth boil,
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As 'twere from us all, a man distill'd
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Out of our virtues; who miscarrying,
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What heart receives from hence the conquering part,
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To steel a strong opinion to themselves?
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Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments,
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In no less working than are swords and bows
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Directive by the limbs.
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Give pardon to my speech:
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Therefore 'tis meet Achilles meet not Hector.
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Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares,
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And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,
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The lustre of the better yet to show,
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Shall show the better. Do not consent
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That ever Hector and Achilles meet;
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For both our honour and our shame in this
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Are dogg'd with two strange followers.
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I see them not with my old eyes: what are they?
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What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,
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Were he not proud, we all should share with him:
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But he already is too insolent;
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And we were better parch in Afric sun
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Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
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Should he 'scape Hector fair: if he were foil'd,
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Why then, we did our main opinion crush
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In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery;
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And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
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The sort to fight with Hector: among ourselves
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Give him allowance for the better man;
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For that will physic the great Myrmidon
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Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall
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His crest that prouder than blue Iris bends.
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If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
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We'll dress him up in voices: if he fail,
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Yet go we under our opinion still
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That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
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Our project's life this shape of sense assumes:
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Ajax employ'd plucks down Achilles' plumes.
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Now I begin to relish thy advice;
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And I will give a taste of it forthwith
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To Agamemnon: go we to him straight.
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Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone
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Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone.
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Act II

Act 2 of Troilus and Cressida begins with the Trojan Prince, Troilus, expressing his love for Cressida to his friend Pandarus. Pandarus, who is Cressida's uncle, promises to help Troilus win her heart.

Meanwhile, in the Greek camp, the leaders discuss their strategy for the war. They disagree on how to proceed, with some wanting to continue fighting and others wanting to negotiate a peace treaty.

Back in Troy, Cressida and Pandarus discuss Troilus's feelings for her. Cressida admits that she is attracted to him, but is hesitant to act on her feelings because she fears being seen as a traitor to her own people.

Later, Troilus and Cressida meet in secret and confess their love for each other. They vow to be faithful to each other, despite the ongoing war between their respective nations.

The act ends with the Greek warriors Ajax and Hector engaging in a duel, which is interrupted by a messenger bringing news of a potential peace treaty. The Greeks and Trojans agree to a temporary truce, and the act concludes with the two sides celebrating together.

SCENE I. A part of the Grecian camp.

In Scene 1 of Act 2, the Greek camp is shown to be a hub of activity. Achilles, the Greek hero, is shown to be in a bad mood and refuses to fight in the war. This has caused a lot of tension among the Greeks as they are all dependent on Achilles for their victory. Patroclus, Achilles’ close friend, tries to persuade him to fight but fails.

Meanwhile, the Trojan prince Hector is shown to be making preparations for the upcoming battle. He is concerned about the safety of his family and decides to send them away from the battle. His father, King Priam, tries to dissuade him from fighting but Hector is determined to defend his city.

The scene also introduces the character of Thersites, a Greek soldier who is known for his quick wit and sharp tongue. He is shown to be mocking the leaders of the Greek army, including Achilles, Agamemnon, and Ulysses. His behavior is considered to be disrespectful but he is allowed to continue as he is a skilled fighter.

Overall, Scene 1 of Act 2 sets the stage for the upcoming battle between the Greeks and the Trojans. It highlights the tensions among the Greeks and the determination of the Trojans to defend their city.


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Agamemnon, how if he had boils? full, all over,
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And those boils did run? say so: did not the
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general run then? were not that a botchy core?
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Then would come some matter from him; I see none now.
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Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear?
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Feel, then.
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The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel
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beef-witted lord!
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Speak then, thou vinewedst leaven, speak: I will
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beat thee into handsomeness.
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I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness: but,
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I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration than
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thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike,
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canst thou? a red murrain o' thy jade's tricks!
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Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.
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Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus?
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The proclamation!
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Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.
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Do not, porpentine, do not: my fingers itch.
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I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had
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the scratching of thee; I would make thee the
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loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou art forth in
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the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another.
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I say, the proclamation!
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Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles,
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and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as
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Cerberus is at Proserpine's beauty, ay, that thou
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barkest at him.
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Mistress Thersites!
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Thou shouldest strike him.
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He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a
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sailor breaks a biscuit.
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(Beating him) You whoreson cur!
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Do, do.
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Thou stool for a witch!
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Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no
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more brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinego
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may tutor thee: thou scurvy-valiant ass! thou art
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here but to thrash Trojans; and thou art bought and
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sold among those of any wit, like a barbarian slave.
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If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and
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tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no
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bowels, thou!
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You dog!
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You scurvy lord!
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(Beating him) You cur!
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Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do.
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Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you thus? How now,
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Thersites! what's the matter, man?
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You see him there, do you?
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Ay; what's the matter?
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Nay, look upon him.
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So I do: what's the matter?
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Nay, but regard him well.
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'Well!' why, I do so.
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But yet you look not well upon him; for whosoever you
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take him to be, he is Ajax.
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I know that, fool.
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Ay, but that fool knows not himself.
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Therefore I beat thee.
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Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his
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evasions have ears thus long. I have bobbed his
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brain more than he has beat my bones: I will buy
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nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not
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worth the nineth part of a sparrow. This lord,
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Achilles, Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly and
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his guts in his head, I'll tell you what I say of
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I say, this Ajax--
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Ajax offers to beat him

Nay, good Ajax.
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Has not so much wit--
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Nay, I must hold you.
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As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he
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comes to fight.
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Peace, fool!
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I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will
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not: he there: that he: look you there.
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O thou damned cur! I shall--
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Will you set your wit to a fool's?
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No, I warrant you; for a fools will shame it.
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Good words, Thersites.
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What's the quarrel?
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I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenor of the
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proclamation, and he rails upon me.
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I serve thee not.
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Well, go to, go to.
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I serve here voluntarily.
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Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not
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voluntary: no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was
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here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.
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E'en so; a great deal of your wit, too, lies in your
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sinews, or else there be liars. Hector have a great
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catch, if he knock out either of your brains: a'
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were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.
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What, with me too, Thersites?
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There's Ulysses and old Nestor, whose wit was mouldy
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ere your grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke you
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like draught-oxen and make you plough up the wars.
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What, what?
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Yes, good sooth: to, Achilles! to, Ajax! to!
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I shall cut out your tongue.
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'Tis no matter! I shall speak as much as thou
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No more words, Thersites; peace!
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I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I?
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There's for you, Patroclus.
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I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I come
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any more to your tents: I will keep where there is
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wit stirring and leave the faction of fools.
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A good riddance.
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Marry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host:
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That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,
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Will with a trumpet 'twixt our tents and Troy
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To-morrow morning call some knight to arms
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That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare
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Maintain--I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell.
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Farewell. Who shall answer him?
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I know not: 'tis put to lottery; otherwise
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He knew his man.
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O, meaning you. I will go learn more of it.
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SCENE II. Troy. A room in Priam's palace.

Scene 2 of Act 2 takes place in a tent in the Greek camp. Thersites, a cynical and insulting servant, enters and begins to rant about the hypocrisy and foolishness of the Greek leaders, particularly Agamemnon and Achilles. He is interrupted by the entrance of Patroclus, Achilles' close friend and companion. Thersites continues to mock and insult Patroclus, who responds with good humor and teasing of his own.

Achilles enters and greets Patroclus warmly, but ignores Thersites. They discuss the ongoing war and Achilles' refusal to fight, despite the urging of the other Greek leaders. Patroclus tries to persuade Achilles to rejoin the battle, arguing that his absence is demoralizing the troops and making them vulnerable to defeat. Achilles agrees to consider returning to the fight, but only if the Greeks give him more honors and rewards.

Thersites continues to make sarcastic comments and insults, prompting Achilles to threaten him with violence. Patroclus calms the situation and suggests that they all go to dinner together. As they leave, Thersites continues to grumble and complain about the foolishness of the Greek leaders and the futility of the war.


After so many hours, lives, speeches spent,
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Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks:
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'Deliver Helen, and all damage else--
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As honour, loss of time, travail, expense,
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Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consumed
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In hot digestion of this cormorant war--
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Shall be struck off.' Hector, what say you to't?
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Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I
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As far as toucheth my particular,
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Yet, dread Priam,
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There is no lady of more softer bowels,
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More spongy to suck in the sense of fear,
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More ready to cry out 'Who knows what follows?'
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Than Hector is: the wound of peace is surety,
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Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd
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The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
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To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:
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Since the first sword was drawn about this question,
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Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes,
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Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours:
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If we have lost so many tenths of ours,
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To guard a thing not ours nor worth to us,
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Had it our name, the value of one ten,
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What merit's in that reason which denies
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The yielding of her up?
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Fie, fie, my brother!
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Weigh you the worth and honour of a king
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So great as our dread father in a scale
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Of common ounces? will you with counters sum
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The past proportion of his infinite?
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And buckle in a waist most fathomless
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With spans and inches so diminutive
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As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame!
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No marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons,
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You are so empty of them. Should not our father
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Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons,
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Because your speech hath none that tells him so?
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You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest;
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You fur your gloves with reason. Here are
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your reasons:
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You know an enemy intends you harm;
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You know a sword employ'd is perilous,
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And reason flies the object of all harm:
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Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
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A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
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The very wings of reason to his heels
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And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
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Or like a star disorb'd? Nay, if we talk of reason,
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Let's shut our gates and sleep: manhood and honour
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Should have hare-hearts, would they but fat
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their thoughts
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With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect
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Make livers pale and lustihood deject.
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Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost
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The holding.
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What is aught, but as 'tis valued?
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But value dwells not in particular will;
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It holds his estimate and dignity
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As well wherein 'tis precious of itself
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As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry
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To make the service greater than the god
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And the will dotes that is attributive
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To what infectiously itself affects,
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Without some image of the affected merit.
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I take to-day a wife, and my election
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Is led on in the conduct of my will;
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My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
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Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores
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Of will and judgment: how may I avoid,
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Although my will distaste what it elected,
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The wife I chose? there can be no evasion
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To blench from this and to stand firm by honour:
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We turn not back the silks upon the merchant,
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When we have soil'd them, nor the remainder viands
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We do not throw in unrespective sieve,
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Because we now are full. It was thought meet
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Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks:
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Your breath of full consent bellied his sails;
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The seas and winds, old wranglers, took a truce
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And did him service: he touch'd the ports desired,
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And for an old aunt whom the Greeks held captive,
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He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness
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Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes stale the morning.
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Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt:
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Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl,
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Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships,
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And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants.
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If you'll avouch 'twas wisdom Paris went--
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As you must needs, for you all cried 'Go, go,'--
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If you'll confess he brought home noble prize--
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As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands
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And cried 'Inestimable!'--why do you now
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The issue of your proper wisdoms rate,
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And do a deed that fortune never did,
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Beggar the estimation which you prized
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Richer than sea and land? O, theft most base,
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That we have stol'n what we do fear to keep!
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But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stol'n,
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That in their country did them that disgrace,
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We fear to warrant in our native place!
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(Within) Cry, Trojans, cry!
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What noise? what shriek is this?
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'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice.
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(Within) Cry, Trojans!
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It is Cassandra.
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Enter CASSANDRA, raving

Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes,
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And I will fill them with prophetic tears.
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Peace, sister, peace!
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Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled eld,
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Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
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Add to my clamours! let us pay betimes
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A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
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Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears!
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Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;
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Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all.
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Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe:
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Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go.
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Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains
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Of divination in our sister work
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Some touches of remorse? or is your blood
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So madly hot that no discourse of reason,
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Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
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Can qualify the same?
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Why, brother Hector,
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We may not think the justness of each act
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Such and no other than event doth form it,
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Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
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Because Cassandra's mad: her brain-sick raptures
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Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel
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Which hath our several honours all engaged
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To make it gracious. For my private part,
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I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons:
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And Jove forbid there should be done amongst us
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Such things as might offend the weakest spleen
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To fight for and maintain!
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Else might the world convince of levity
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As well my undertakings as your counsels:
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But I attest the gods, your full consent
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Gave wings to my propension and cut off
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All fears attending on so dire a project.
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For what, alas, can these my single arms?
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What Propugnation is in one man's valour,
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To stand the push and enmity of those
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This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,
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Were I alone to pass the difficulties
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And had as ample power as I have will,
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Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done,
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Nor faint in the pursuit.
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Paris, you speak
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Like one besotted on your sweet delights:
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You have the honey still, but these the gall;
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So to be valiant is no praise at all.
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Sir, I propose not merely to myself
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The pleasures such a beauty brings with it;
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But I would have the soil of her fair rape
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Wiped off, in honourable keeping her.
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What treason were it to the ransack'd queen,
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Disgrace to your great worths and shame to me,
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Now to deliver her possession up
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On terms of base compulsion! Can it be
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That so degenerate a strain as this
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Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?
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There's not the meanest spirit on our party
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Without a heart to dare or sword to draw
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When Helen is defended, nor none so noble
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Whose life were ill bestow'd or death unfamed
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Where Helen is the subject; then, I say,
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Well may we fight for her whom, we know well,
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The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
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Paris and Troilus, you have both said well,
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And on the cause and question now in hand
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Have glozed, but superficially: not much
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Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought
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Unfit to hear moral philosophy:
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The reasons you allege do more conduce
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To the hot passion of distemper'd blood
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Than to make up a free determination
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'Twixt right and wrong, for pleasure and revenge
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Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
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Of any true decision. Nature craves
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All dues be render'd to their owners: now,
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What nearer debt in all humanity
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Than wife is to the husband? If this law
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Of nature be corrupted through affection,
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And that great minds, of partial indulgence
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To their benumbed wills, resist the same,
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There is a law in each well-order'd nation
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To curb those raging appetites that are
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Most disobedient and refractory.
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If Helen then be wife to Sparta's king,
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As it is known she is, these moral laws
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Of nature and of nations speak aloud
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To have her back return'd: thus to persist
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In doing wrong extenuates not wrong,
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But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion
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Is this in way of truth; yet ne'ertheless,
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My spritely brethren, I propend to you
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In resolution to keep Helen still,
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For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance
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Upon our joint and several dignities.
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Why, there you touch'd the life of our design:
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Were it not glory that we more affected
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Than the performance of our heaving spleens,
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I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood
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Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector,
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She is a theme of honour and renown,
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A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds,
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Whose present courage may beat down our foes,
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And fame in time to come canonize us;
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For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose
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So rich advantage of a promised glory
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As smiles upon the forehead of this action
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For the wide world's revenue.
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I am yours,
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You valiant offspring of great Priamus.
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I have a roisting challenge sent amongst
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The dun and factious nobles of the Greeks
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Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits:
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I was advertised their great general slept,
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Whilst emulation in the army crept:
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This, I presume, will wake him.
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SCENE III. The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.

In Scene 3 of Act 2, a council is held to discuss the ongoing war between the Greeks and Trojans. The Trojan prince Hector advocates for a one-on-one duel between the Trojan hero Hector and the Greek hero Achilles, believing that this could bring an end to the war. However, the Trojan prophet Calchas warns that the gods have already ordained Troy's defeat and that such a duel would only result in Hector's death.

Meanwhile, the Trojan prince Troilus is consumed by his love for the Greek princess Cressida. He sends his servant Pandarus to arrange a secret meeting between him and Cressida, who is being held by the Greeks. Pandarus succeeds in arranging the meeting and Troilus and Cressida express their love for each other. However, Cressida is torn between her love for Troilus and her loyalty to the Greeks, and she ultimately decides to return to the Greek camp.

Scene 3 of Act 2 is a pivotal moment in the play, as it sets up the tragic love story between Troilus and Cressida. It also highlights the futility of the war and the characters' struggles to find meaning and purpose in a conflict that seems to have no end.

Enter THERSITES, solus

How now, Thersites! what lost in the labyrinth of
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thy fury! Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? He
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beats me, and I rail at him: O, worthy satisfaction!
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would it were otherwise; that I could beat him,
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whilst he railed at me. 'Sfoot, I'll learn to
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conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of
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my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a
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rare enginer! If Troy be not taken till these two
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undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of
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themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus,
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forget that thou art Jove, the king of gods and,
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Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy
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caduceus, if ye take not that little, little less
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than little wit from them that they have! which
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short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant
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scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly
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from a spider, without drawing their massy irons and
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cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the
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whole camp! or rather, the bone-ache! for that,
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methinks, is the curse dependent on those that war
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for a placket. I have said my prayers and devil Envy
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say Amen. What ho! my Lord Achilles!
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Who's there? Thersites! Good Thersites, come in and rail.
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If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou
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wouldst not have slipped out of my contemplation: but
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it is no matter; thyself upon thyself! The common
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curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in
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great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and
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discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy
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direction till thy death! then if she that lays thee
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out says thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and
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sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars.
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Amen. Where's Achilles?
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What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer?
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Ay: the heavens hear me!
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Who's there?
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Thersites, my lord.
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Where, where? Art thou come? why, my cheese, my
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digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to
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my table so many meals? Come, what's Agamemnon?
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Thy commander, Achilles. Then tell me, Patroclus,
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what's Achilles?
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Thy lord, Thersites: then tell me, I pray thee,
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what's thyself?
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Thy knower, Patroclus: then tell me, Patroclus,
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what art thou?
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Thou mayst tell that knowest.
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O, tell, tell.
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I'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands
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Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus'
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knower, and Patroclus is a fool.
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You rascal!
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Peace, fool! I have not done.
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He is a privileged man. Proceed, Thersites.
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Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites
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is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
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Derive this; come.
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Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles;
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Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon;
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Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool, and
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Patroclus is a fool positive.
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Why am I a fool?
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Make that demand of the prover. It suffices me thou
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art. Look you, who comes here?
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Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody.
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Come in with me, Thersites.
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Here is such patchery, such juggling and such
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knavery! all the argument is a cuckold and a
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whore; a good quarrel to draw emulous factions
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and bleed to death upon. Now, the dry serpigo on
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the subject! and war and lechery confound all!
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Where is Achilles?
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Within his tent; but ill disposed, my lord.
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Let it be known to him that we are here.
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He shent our messengers; and we lay by
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Our appertainments, visiting of him:
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Let him be told so; lest perchance he think
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We dare not move the question of our place,
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Or know not what we are.
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I shall say so to him.
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We saw him at the opening of his tent:
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He is not sick.
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Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you may call it
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melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my
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head, 'tis pride: but why, why? let him show us the
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cause. A word, my lord.
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Takes AGAMEMNON aside

What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
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Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.
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Who, Thersites?
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Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
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No, you see, he is his argument that has his
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argument, Achilles.
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All the better; their fraction is more our wish than
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their faction: but it was a strong composure a fool
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could disunite.
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The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily
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untie. Here comes Patroclus.
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No Achilles with him.
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The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy:
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his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
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Achilles bids me say, he is much sorry,
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If any thing more than your sport and pleasure
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Did move your greatness and this noble state
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To call upon him; he hopes it is no other
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But for your health and your digestion sake,
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And after-dinner's breath.
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Hear you, Patroclus:
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We are too well acquainted with these answers:
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But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn,
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Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
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Much attribute he hath, and much the reason
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Why we ascribe it to him; yet all his virtues,
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Not virtuously on his own part beheld,
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Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss,
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Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
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Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him,
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We come to speak with him; and you shall not sin,
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If you do say we think him over-proud
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And under-honest, in self-assumption greater
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Than in the note of judgment; and worthier
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than himself
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Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on,
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Disguise the holy strength of their command,
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And underwrite in an observing kind
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His humorous predominance; yea, watch
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His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if
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The passage and whole carriage of this action
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Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add,
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That if he overhold his price so much,
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We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine
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Not portable, lie under this report:
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'Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:
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A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
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Before a sleeping giant.' Tell him so.
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I shall; and bring his answer presently.
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In second voice we'll not be satisfied;
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We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter you.
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What is he more than another?
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No more than what he thinks he is.
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Is he so much? Do you not think he thinks himself a
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better man than I am?
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No question.
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Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is?
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No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as
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wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether
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more tractable.
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Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I
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know not what pride is.
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Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the
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fairer. He that is proud eats up himself: pride is
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his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle;
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and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours
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the deed in the praise.
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I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
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Yet he loves himself: is't not strange?
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Re-enter ULYSSES

Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.
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What's his excuse?
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He doth rely on none,
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But carries on the stream of his dispose
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Without observance or respect of any,
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In will peculiar and in self-admission.
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Why will he not upon our fair request
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Untent his person and share the air with us?
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Things small as nothing, for request's sake only,
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He makes important: possess'd he is with greatness,
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And speaks not to himself but with a pride
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That quarrels at self-breath: imagined worth
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Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse
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That 'twixt his mental and his active parts
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Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages
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And batters down himself: what should I say?
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He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
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Cry 'No recovery.'
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Let Ajax go to him.
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Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent:
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'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led
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At your request a little from himself.
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O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
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We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
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When they go from Achilles: shall the proud lord
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That bastes his arrogance with his own seam
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And never suffers matter of the world
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Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve
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And ruminate himself, shall he be worshipp'd
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Of that we hold an idol more than he?
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No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord
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Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquired;
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Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
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As amply titled as Achilles is,
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By going to Achilles:
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That were to enlard his fat already pride
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And add more coals to Cancer when he burns
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With entertaining great Hyperion.
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This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid,
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And say in thunder 'Achilles go to him.'
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(Aside to DIOMEDES) O, this is well; he rubs the
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vein of him.
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(Aside to NESTOR) And how his silence drinks up
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this applause!
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If I go to him, with my armed fist I'll pash him o'er the face.
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O, no, you shall not go.
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An a' be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride:
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Let me go to him.
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Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
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A paltry, insolent fellow!
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How he describes himself!
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Can he not be sociable?
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The raven chides blackness.
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I'll let his humours blood.
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He will be the physician that should be the patient.
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An all men were o' my mind,--
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Wit would be out of fashion.
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A' should not bear it so, a' should eat swords first:
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shall pride carry it?
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An 'twould, you'ld carry half.
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A' would have ten shares.
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I will knead him; I'll make him supple.
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He's not yet through warm: force him with praises:
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pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
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(To AGAMEMNON) My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
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Our noble general, do not do so.
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You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
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Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm.
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Here is a man--but 'tis before his face;
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I will be silent.
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Wherefore should you so?
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He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
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Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
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A whoreson dog, that shall pelter thus with us!
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Would he were a Trojan!
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What a vice were it in Ajax now,--
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If he were proud,--
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Or covetous of praise,--
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Ay, or surly borne,--
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Or strange, or self-affected!
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Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure;
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Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:
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Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
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Thrice famed, beyond all erudition:
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But he that disciplined thy arms to fight,
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Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
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And give him half: and, for thy vigour,
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Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
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To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
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Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
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Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor;
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Instructed by the antiquary times,
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He must, he is, he cannot but be wise:
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Put pardon, father Nestor, were your days
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As green as Ajax' and your brain so temper'd,
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You should not have the eminence of him,
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But be as Ajax.
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Shall I call you father?
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Ay, my good son.
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Be ruled by him, Lord Ajax.
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There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
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Keeps thicket. Please it our great general
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To call together all his state of war;
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Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow
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We must with all our main of power stand fast:
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And here's a lord,--come knights from east to west,
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And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.
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Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep:
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Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
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Act 3 of Troilus and Cressida sees the Trojan War continue to rage on. Achilles, the greatest warrior on the Greek side, refuses to fight, causing frustration and anger among his fellow warriors. Meanwhile, on the Trojan side, Hector, the greatest warrior, is preparing for battle.

Troilus, a Trojan prince, is deeply in love with Cressida, a woman who has been given to the Greeks in exchange for a prisoner. Troilus is desperate to see Cressida and sends his servant, Pandarus, to arrange a meeting between them.

Eventually, Cressida agrees to meet with Troilus, and the two profess their love for each other. However, their happiness is short-lived as Cressida is soon taken away to the Greek camp.

In the midst of all this, the Greeks and Trojans continue to battle, with neither side gaining a clear advantage. The war drags on, with both sides suffering heavy losses.

Overall, Act 3 of Troilus and Cressida is a tense and dramatic portrayal of the ongoing war between the Greeks and Trojans, as well as the tragic love story between Troilus and Cressida.

SCENE I. Troy. Priam's palace.

In Scene 1 of Act 3 of Troilus and Cressida, the Greek leaders discuss their plans for the war against Troy. Agamemnon, the leader of the Greeks, is frustrated with Achilles, their best warrior, who has refused to fight. He believes that Achilles is being selfish and only concerned with his own reputation and glory. The other leaders, including Ulysses and Nestor, try to come up with a plan to motivate Achilles to fight, but they are unsuccessful.

Meanwhile, in Troy, Hector, the greatest warrior of the Trojans, has returned from battle and is greeted by his family and the Trojan people. He is praised for his bravery and skill in battle, and his father, King Priam, expresses his pride in him. However, Hector is also worried about the war and the fate of his city. He believes that the Trojans are fighting for a lost cause, and that they will ultimately be defeated by the Greeks.

The scene ends with both the Greeks and Trojans preparing for battle, each side determined to emerge victorious. The tension between the two sides is palpable, and it is clear that the war will have a significant impact on the lives of all involved.

Enter a Servant and PANDARUS

Friend, you! pray you, a word: do not you follow
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the young Lord Paris?
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Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
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You depend upon him, I mean?
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Sir, I do depend upon the lord.
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You depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs
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praise him.
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The lord be praised!
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You know me, do you not?
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Faith, sir, superficially.
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Friend, know me better; I am the Lord Pandarus.
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I hope I shall know your honour better.
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I do desire it.
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You are in the state of grace.
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Grace! not so, friend: honour and lordship are my titles.
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What music is this?
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I do but partly know, sir: it is music in parts.
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Know you the musicians?
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Wholly, sir.
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Who play they to?
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To the hearers, sir.
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At whose pleasure, friend
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At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.
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Command, I mean, friend.
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Who shall I command, sir?
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Friend, we understand not one another: I am too
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courtly and thou art too cunning. At whose request
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do these men play?
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That's to 't indeed, sir: marry, sir, at the request
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of Paris my lord, who's there in person; with him,
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the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's
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invisible soul,--
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Who, my cousin Cressida?
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No, sir, Helen: could you not find out that by her
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It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the
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Lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the
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Prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault
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upon him, for my business seethes.
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Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase indeed!
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Enter PARIS and HELEN, attended

Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair
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company! fair desires, in all fair measure,
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fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen!
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fair thoughts be your fair pillow!
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Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
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You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair
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prince, here is good broken music.
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You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you
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shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out
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with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full
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of harmony.
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Truly, lady, no.
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O, sir,--
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Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.
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Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.
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I have business to my lord, dear queen. My lord,
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will you vouchsafe me a word?
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Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you
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sing, certainly.
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Well, sweet queen. you are pleasant with me. But,
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marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord and most esteemed
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friend, your brother Troilus,--
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My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,--
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Go to, sweet queen, to go:--commends himself most
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affectionately to you,--
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You shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do,
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our melancholy upon your head!
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Sweet queen, sweet queen! that's a sweet queen, i' faith.
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And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.
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Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall not,
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in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no,
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no. And, my lord, he desires you, that if the king
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call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.
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My Lord Pandarus,--
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What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet queen?
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What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night?
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Nay, but, my lord,--
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What says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out
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with you. You must not know where he sups.
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I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.
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No, no, no such matter; you are wide: come, your
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disposer is sick.
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Well, I'll make excuse.
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Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? no,
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your poor disposer's sick.
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You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an
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instrument. Now, sweet queen.
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Why, this is kindly done.
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My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have,
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sweet queen.
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She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.
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He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain.
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Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.
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Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing
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you a song now.
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Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou
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hast a fine forehead.
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Ay, you may, you may.
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Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all.
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O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!
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Love! ay, that it shall, i' faith.
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Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love.
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In good troth, it begins so.
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Love, love, nothing but love, still more!
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For, O, love's bow
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Shoots buck and doe:
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The shaft confounds,
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Not that it wounds,
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But tickles still the sore.
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These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die!
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Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
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Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!
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So dying love lives still:
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Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
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Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
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In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.
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He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot
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blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot
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thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.
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Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot
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thoughts, and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers:
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is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's
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a-field to-day?
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Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the
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gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day,
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but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my
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brother Troilus went not?
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He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.
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Not I, honey-sweet queen. I long to hear how they
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sped to-day. You'll remember your brother's excuse?
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To a hair.
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Farewell, sweet queen.
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Commend me to your niece.
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I will, sweet queen.
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A retreat sounded

They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,
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To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
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To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
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With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
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Shall more obey than to the edge of steel
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Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more
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Than all the island kings,--disarm great Hector.
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'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;
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Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
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Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
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Yea, overshines ourself.
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Sweet, above thought I love thee.
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SCENE II. The same. Pandarus' orchard.

Scene 2 of Act 3 begins with the Greek leaders discussing their plans for the war against Troy. The discussion soon turns to the topic of Achilles, the greatest warrior of the Greeks, who has refused to fight for some time. They decide to send Ajax, the second greatest warrior, to try and convince Achilles to return to battle.

Meanwhile, Troilus, a Trojan prince who is in love with Cressida, meets with his friend Pandarus, who is Cressida's uncle. Troilus is worried that Cressida is no longer faithful to him, and asks Pandarus to arrange a meeting between them. Pandarus agrees to do so, and sets up a plan to bring them together.

Later, Cressida meets with Diomedes, a Greek warrior who has been taken prisoner by the Trojans. Diomedes flirts with Cressida, who is initially unresponsive, but eventually begins to return his affections. When Pandarus arrives to bring her to Troilus, she agrees to go, but also promises to meet with Diomedes again soon.

Overall, Scene 2 of Act 3 sets up the conflicts and relationships that will drive the rest of the play. The Greeks are struggling to defeat Troy, while Troilus and Cressida's relationship is threatened by both external and internal forces. The scene also highlights the tension between the Trojans and the Greeks, as they each try to gain the upper hand in the war.

Enter PANDARUS and Troilus's Boy, meeting

How now! where's thy master? at my cousin
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No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.
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O, here he comes.
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How now, how now!
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Sirrah, walk off.
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Exit Boy

Have you seen my cousin?
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No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
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Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
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Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
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And give me swift transportance to those fields
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Where I may wallow in the lily-beds
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Proposed for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,
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From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings
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And fly with me to Cressid!
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Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her straight.
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I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
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The imaginary relish is so sweet
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That it enchants my sense: what will it be,
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When that the watery palate tastes indeed
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Love's thrice repured nectar? death, I fear me,
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Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
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Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness,
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For the capacity of my ruder powers:
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I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
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That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
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As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
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The enemy flying.
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She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you
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must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches
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her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a
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sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest
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villain: she fetches her breath as short as a
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new-ta'en sparrow.
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Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom:
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My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse;
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And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
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Like vassalage at unawares encountering
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The eye of majesty.
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Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.
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Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her that
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you have sworn to me. What, are you gone again?
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you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you?
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Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward,
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we'll put you i' the fills. Why do you not speak to
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her? Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your
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picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend
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daylight! an 'twere dark, you'ld close sooner.
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So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now!
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a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air
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is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out ere
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I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the
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ducks i' the river: go to, go to.
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You have bereft me of all words, lady.
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Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll
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bereave you o' the deeds too, if she call your
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activity in question. What, billing again? Here's
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'In witness whereof the parties interchangeably'--
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Come in, come in: I'll go get a fire.
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Will you walk in, my lord?
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O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus!
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Wished, my lord! The gods grant,--O my lord!
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What should they grant? what makes this pretty
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abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet
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lady in the fountain of our love?
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More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
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Fears make devils of cherubims; they never see truly.
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Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer
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footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to
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fear the worst oft cures the worse.
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O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's
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pageant there is presented no monster.
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Nor nothing monstrous neither?
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Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep
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seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking
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it harder for our mistress to devise imposition
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enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed.
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This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will
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is infinite and the execution confined, that the
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desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
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They say all lovers swear more performance than they
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are able and yet reserve an ability that they never
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perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten and
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discharging less than the tenth part of one. They
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that have the voice of lions and the act of hares,
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are they not monsters?
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Are there such? such are not we: praise us as we
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are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go
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bare till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion
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shall have a praise in present: we will not name
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desert before his birth, and, being born, his addition
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shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus
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shall be such to Cressid as what envy can say worst
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shall be a mock for his truth, and what truth can
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speak truest not truer than Troilus.
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Will you walk in, my lord?
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What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet?
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Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.
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I thank you for that: if my lord get a boy of you,
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you'll give him me. Be true to my lord: if he
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flinch, chide me for it.
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You know now your hostages; your uncle's word and my
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firm faith.
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Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred,
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though they be long ere they are wooed, they are
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constant being won: they are burs, I can tell you;
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they'll stick where they are thrown.
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Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart.
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Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day
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For many weary months.
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Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
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Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord,
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With the first glance that ever--pardon me--
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If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.
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I love you now; but not, till now, so much
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But I might master it: in faith, I lie;
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My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown
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Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
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Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us,
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When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
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But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not;
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And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man,
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Or that we women had men's privilege
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Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
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For in this rapture I shall surely speak
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The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
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Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
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My very soul of counsel! stop my mouth.
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And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
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Pretty, i' faith.
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My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
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'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:
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I am ashamed. O heavens! what have I done?
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For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
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Your leave, sweet Cressid!
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Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning,--
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Pray you, content you.
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What offends you, lady?
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Sir, mine own company.
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You cannot shun Yourself.
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Let me go and try:
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I have a kind of self resides with you;
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But an unkind self, that itself will leave,
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To be another's fool. I would be gone:
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Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
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Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.
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Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;
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And fell so roundly to a large confession,
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To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise,
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Or else you love not, for to be wise and love
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Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.
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O that I thought it could be in a woman--
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As, if it can, I will presume in you--
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To feed for aye her ramp and flames of love;
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To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
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Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind
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That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
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Or that persuasion could but thus convince me,
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That my integrity and truth to you
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Might be affronted with the match and weight
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Of such a winnow'd purity in love;
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How were I then uplifted! but, alas!
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I am as true as truth's simplicity
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And simpler than the infancy of truth.
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In that I'll war with you.
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O virtuous fight,
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When right with right wars who shall be most right!
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True swains in love shall in the world to come
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Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes,
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Full of protest, of oath and big compare,
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Want similes, truth tired with iteration,
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As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
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As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
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As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,
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Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
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As truth's authentic author to be cited,
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'As true as Troilus' shall crown up the verse,
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And sanctify the numbers.
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Prophet may you be!
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If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
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When time is old and hath forgot itself,
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When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
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And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
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And mighty states characterless are grated
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To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
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From false to false, among false maids in love,
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Upbraid my falsehood! when they've said 'as false
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As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
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As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
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Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,'
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'Yea,' let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
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'As false as Cressid.'
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Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the
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witness. Here I hold your hand, here my cousin's.
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If ever you prove false one to another, since I have
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taken such pains to bring you together, let all
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pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end
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after my name; call them all Pandars; let all
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constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids,
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and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen.
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Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber with a
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bed; which bed, because it shall not speak of your
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pretty encounters, press it to death: away!
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And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
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Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this gear!
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SCENE III. The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.

Scene 3 of Act 3 of Troilus and Cressida takes place in the Greek camp during the Trojan War. The Greek leaders are discussing their strategy for the war, but their conversation is interrupted by Thersites, a deformed and bitter slave, who insults and mocks the leaders.

Agamemnon, the leader of the Greek army, tries to ignore Thersites and continue the discussion, but Achilles, the greatest warrior among the Greeks, becomes angry and threatens to kill Thersites.

Ulysses, a cunning and wise strategist, intervenes and convinces Achilles to let Thersites live, saying that killing him would only make him a martyr and inspire others to rebel against the Greeks. Instead, Ulysses suggests that they use Thersites' bitter words to motivate the soldiers and unite them in their fight against the Trojans.

The conversation then turns to the Trojan prince Hector, who has been challenging the Greeks to single combat. Achilles, who is eager for a chance to prove himself, offers to fight Hector. However, Ulysses warns Achilles that Hector is a skilled warrior and that defeating him will not be as easy as he thinks.

The scene ends with the Greek leaders agreeing to Ulysses' plan to use Thersites' insults as a rallying cry for the soldiers, and Achilles preparing to face Hector in battle.


Now, princes, for the service I have done you,
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The advantage of the time prompts me aloud
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To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind
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That, through the sight I bear in things to love,
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I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession,
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Incurr'd a traitor's name; exposed myself,
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From certain and possess'd conveniences,
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To doubtful fortunes; sequestering from me all
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That time, acquaintance, custom and condition
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Made tame and most familiar to my nature,
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And here, to do you service, am become
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As new into the world, strange, unacquainted:
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I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
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To give me now a little benefit,
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Out of those many register'd in promise,
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Which, you say, live to come in my behalf.
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What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make demand.
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You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor,
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Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear.
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Oft have you--often have you thanks therefore--
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Desired my Cressid in right great exchange,
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Whom Troy hath still denied: but this Antenor,
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I know, is such a wrest in their affairs
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That their negotiations all must slack,
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Wanting his manage; and they will almost
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Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
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In change of him: let him be sent, great princes,
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And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence
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Shall quite strike off all service I have done,
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In most accepted pain.
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Let Diomedes bear him,
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And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have
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What he requests of us. Good Diomed,
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Furnish you fairly for this interchange:
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Withal bring word if Hector will to-morrow
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Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready.
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This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden
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Which I am proud to bear.
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Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their tent

Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent:
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Please it our general to pass strangely by him,
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As if he were forgot; and, princes all,
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Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:
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I will come last. 'Tis like he'll question me
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Why such unplausive eyes are bent on him:
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If so, I have derision medicinable,
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To use between your strangeness and his pride,
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Which his own will shall have desire to drink:
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It may be good: pride hath no other glass
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To show itself but pride, for supple knees
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Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.
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We'll execute your purpose, and put on
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A form of strangeness as we pass along:
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So do each lord, and either greet him not,
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Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
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Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.
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What, comes the general to speak with me?
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You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.
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What says Achilles? would he aught with us?
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Would you, my lord, aught with the general?
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Nothing, my lord.
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The better.
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Good day, good day.
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How do you? how do you?
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What, does the cuckold scorn me?
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How now, Patroclus!
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Good morrow, Ajax.
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Good morrow.
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Ay, and good next day too.
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What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
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They pass by strangely: they were used to bend
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To send their smiles before them to Achilles;
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To come as humbly as they used to creep
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To holy altars.
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What, am I poor of late?
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'Tis certain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortune,
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Must fall out with men too: what the declined is
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He shall as soon read in the eyes of others
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As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,
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Show not their mealy wings but to the summer,
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And not a man, for being simply man,
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Hath any honour, but honour for those honours
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That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
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Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
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Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,
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The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
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Do one pluck down another and together
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Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:
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Fortune and I are friends: I do enjoy
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At ample point all that I did possess,
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Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out
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Something not worth in me such rich beholding
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As they have often given. Here is Ulysses;
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I'll interrupt his reading.
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How now Ulysses!
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Now, great Thetis' son!
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What are you reading?
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A strange fellow here
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Writes me: 'That man, how dearly ever parted,
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How much in having, or without or in,
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Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
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Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
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As when his virtues shining upon others
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Heat them and they retort that heat again
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To the first giver.'
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This is not strange, Ulysses.
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The beauty that is borne here in the face
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The bearer knows not, but commends itself
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To others' eyes; nor doth the eye itself,
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That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,
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Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed
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Salutes each other with each other's form;
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For speculation turns not to itself,
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Till it hath travell'd and is mirror'd there
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Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.
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I do not strain at the position,--
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It is familiar,--but at the author's drift;
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Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves
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That no man is the lord of any thing,
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Though in and of him there be much consisting,
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Till he communicate his parts to others:
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Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
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Till he behold them form'd in the applause
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Where they're extended; who, like an arch,
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The voice again, or, like a gate of steel
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Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
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His figure and his heat. I was much wrapt in this;
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And apprehended here immediately
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The unknown Ajax.
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Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse,
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That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are
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Most abject in regard and dear in use!
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What things again most dear in the esteem
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And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow--
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An act that very chance doth throw upon him--
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Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
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While some men leave to do!
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How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
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Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!
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How one man eats into another's pride,
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While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
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To see these Grecian lords!--why, even already
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They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
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As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast
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And great Troy shrieking.
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I do believe it; for they pass'd by me
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As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me
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Good word nor look: what, are my deeds forgot?
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Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
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Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
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A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:
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Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
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As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
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As done: perseverance, dear my lord,
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Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang
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Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
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In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;
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For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
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Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path;
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For emulation hath a thousand sons
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That one by one pursue: if you give way,
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Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
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Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by
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And leave you hindmost;
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Or like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,
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Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
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O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present,
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Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours;
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For time is like a fashionable host
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That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
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And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,
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Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,
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And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not
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virtue seek
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Remuneration for the thing it was;
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For beauty, wit,
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High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
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Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
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To envious and calumniating time.
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
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That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,
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Though they are made and moulded of things past,
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And give to dust that is a little gilt
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More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
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The present eye praises the present object.
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Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
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That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
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Since things in motion sooner catch the eye
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Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
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And still it might, and yet it may again,
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If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive
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And case thy reputation in thy tent;
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Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
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Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves
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And drave great Mars to faction.
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Of this my privacy
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I have strong reasons.
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But 'gainst your privacy
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The reasons are more potent and heroical:
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'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
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With one of Priam's daughters.
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Ha! known!
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Is that a wonder?
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The providence that's in a watchful state
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Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold,
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Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps,
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Keeps place with thought and almost, like the gods,
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Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
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There is a mystery--with whom relation
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Durst never meddle--in the soul of state;
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Which hath an operation more divine
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Than breath or pen can give expressure to:
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All the commerce that you have had with Troy
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As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord;
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And better would it fit Achilles much
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To throw down Hector than Polyxena:
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But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
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When fame shall in our islands sound her trump,
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And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,
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'Great Hector's sister did Achilles win,
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But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.'
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Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak;
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The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break.
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To this effect, Achilles, have I moved you:
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A woman impudent and mannish grown
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Is not more loathed than an effeminate man
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In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this;
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They think my little stomach to the war
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And your great love to me restrains you thus:
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Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid
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Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
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And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
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Be shook to air.
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Shall Ajax fight with Hector?
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Ay, and perhaps receive much honour by him.
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I see my reputation is at stake
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My fame is shrewdly gored.
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O, then, beware;
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Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves:
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Omission to do what is necessary
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Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
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And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
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Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
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Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
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I'll send the fool to Ajax and desire him
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To invite the Trojan lords after the combat
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To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing,
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An appetite that I am sick withal,
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To see great Hector in his weeds of peace,
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To talk with him and to behold his visage,
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Even to my full of view.
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A labour saved!
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A wonder!
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Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.
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He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector, and is so
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prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling that he
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raves in saying nothing.
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How can that be?
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Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock,--a stride
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and a stand: ruminates like an hostess that hath no
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arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning:
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bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should
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say 'There were wit in this head, an 'twould out;'
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and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire
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in a flint, which will not show without knocking.
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The man's undone forever; for if Hector break not his
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neck i' the combat, he'll break 't himself in
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vain-glory. He knows not me: I said 'Good morrow,
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Ajax;' and he replies 'Thanks, Agamemnon.' What think
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you of this man that takes me for the general? He's
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grown a very land-fish, language-less, a monster.
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A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both
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sides, like a leather jerkin.
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Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.
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Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not
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answering: speaking is for beggars; he wears his
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tongue in's arms. I will put on his presence: let
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Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the
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pageant of Ajax.
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To him, Patroclus; tell him I humbly desire the
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valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector
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to come unarmed to my tent, and to procure
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safe-conduct for his person of the magnanimous
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and most illustrious six-or-seven-times-honoured
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captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon,
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et cetera. Do this.
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Jove bless great Ajax!
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I come from the worthy Achilles,--
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Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent,--
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And to procure safe-conduct from Agamemnon.
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Ay, my lord.
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What say you to't?
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God b' wi' you, with all my heart.
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Your answer, sir.
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If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will
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go one way or other: howsoever, he shall pay for me
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ere he has me.
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Your answer, sir.
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Fare you well, with all my heart.
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Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?
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No, but he's out o' tune thus. What music will be in
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him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know
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not; but, I am sure, none, unless the fiddler Apollo
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get his sinews to make catlings on.
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Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.
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Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more
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capable creature.
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My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd;
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And I myself see not the bottom of it.
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Would the fountain of your mind were clear again,
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that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a
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tick in a sheep than such a valiant ignorance.
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Act IV

Act 4 of Troilus and Cressida begins with the Greek commanders discussing their plan to allow Achilles to return to battle. Meanwhile, Troilus is heartbroken over Cressida's apparent infidelity and vows to seek revenge.

Later, Pandarus arranges a meeting between Troilus and Cressida, during which Troilus accuses her of betrayal. Cressida denies the accusation, but Troilus remains unconvinced and leaves in anger.

The next day, the Trojans and Greeks meet on the battlefield, and Achilles kills Hector. After Hector's death, the Trojans are left without a leader, and the Greeks are able to gain the upper hand.

Meanwhile, Troilus is still consumed by anger and seeks revenge against Diomedes, the man he believes is responsible for Cressida's supposed infidelity. He challenges Diomedes to a duel, but ultimately fails and is left wounded.

In the end, the play leaves the audience with a sense of despair and disillusionment as the characters struggle with their own internal conflicts and the chaos of war.

SCENE I. Troy. A street.

Act 4, Scene 1 of Troilus and Cressida opens with the Greek camp in Troy. Achilles is upset and brooding because Agamemnon has taken his captive, Briseis. He speaks to his friend and companion, Patroclus, about his feelings of betrayal by Agamemnon and his lack of desire to fight in the war any longer.

Meanwhile, in the Trojan camp, Hector is preparing for battle and says goodbye to his wife and son. He speaks with his brother, Troilus, and advises him to give up his love for Cressida and focus on the war. Troilus is heartbroken and angry at Hector's advice.

The scene then switches back to the Greek camp, where Agamemnon and his advisors are discussing their battle strategy. They plan to send Ajax to fight Hector, but Ulysses suggests that they send Achilles instead. Agamemnon agrees, hoping to reconcile with Achilles and restore his fighting spirit.

As the scene ends, the Trojan and Greek armies prepare for battle, with tensions high and emotions running rampant on both sides.

Enter, from one side, AENEAS, and Servant with a torch; from the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, DIOMEDES, and others, with torches

See, ho! who is that there?
Link: 4.1.1

It is the Lord AEneas.
Link: 4.1.2

Is the prince there in person?
Link: 4.1.3
Had I so good occasion to lie long
Link: 4.1.4
As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business
Link: 4.1.5
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
Link: 4.1.6

That's my mind too. Good morrow, Lord AEneas.
Link: 4.1.7

A valiant Greek, AEneas,--take his hand,--
Link: 4.1.8
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
Link: 4.1.9
You told how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Link: 4.1.10
Did haunt you in the field.
Link: 4.1.11

Health to you, valiant sir,
Link: 4.1.12
During all question of the gentle truce;
Link: 4.1.13
But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance
Link: 4.1.14
As heart can think or courage execute.
Link: 4.1.15

The one and other Diomed embraces.
Link: 4.1.16
Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health!
Link: 4.1.17
But when contention and occasion meet,
Link: 4.1.18
By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life
Link: 4.1.19
With all my force, pursuit and policy.
Link: 4.1.20

And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
Link: 4.1.21
With his face backward. In humane gentleness,
Link: 4.1.22
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life,
Link: 4.1.23
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear,
Link: 4.1.24
No man alive can love in such a sort
Link: 4.1.25
The thing he means to kill more excellently.
Link: 4.1.26

We sympathize: Jove, let AEneas live,
Link: 4.1.27
If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
Link: 4.1.28
A thousand complete courses of the sun!
Link: 4.1.29
But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,
Link: 4.1.30
With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow!
Link: 4.1.31

We know each other well.
Link: 4.1.32

We do; and long to know each other worse.
Link: 4.1.33

This is the most despiteful gentle greeting,
Link: 4.1.34
The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
Link: 4.1.35
What business, lord, so early?
Link: 4.1.36

I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not.
Link: 4.1.37

His purpose meets you: 'twas to bring this Greek
Link: 4.1.38
To Calchas' house, and there to render him,
Link: 4.1.39
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid:
Link: 4.1.40
Let's have your company, or, if you please,
Link: 4.1.41
Haste there before us: I constantly do think--
Link: 4.1.42
Or rather, call my thought a certain knowledge--
Link: 4.1.43
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night:
Link: 4.1.44
Rouse him and give him note of our approach.
Link: 4.1.45
With the whole quality wherefore: I fear
Link: 4.1.46
We shall be much unwelcome.
Link: 4.1.47

That I assure you:
Link: 4.1.48
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
Link: 4.1.49
Than Cressid borne from Troy.
Link: 4.1.50

There is no help;
Link: 4.1.51
The bitter disposition of the time
Link: 4.1.52
Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you.
Link: 4.1.53

Good morrow, all.
Link: 4.1.54

Exit with Servant

And tell me, noble Diomed, faith, tell me true,
Link: 4.1.55
Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,
Link: 4.1.56
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best,
Link: 4.1.57
Myself or Menelaus?
Link: 4.1.58

Both alike:
Link: 4.1.59
He merits well to have her, that doth seek her,
Link: 4.1.60
Not making any scruple of her soilure,
Link: 4.1.61
With such a hell of pain and world of charge,
Link: 4.1.62
And you as well to keep her, that defend her,
Link: 4.1.63
Not palating the taste of her dishonour,
Link: 4.1.64
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends:
Link: 4.1.65
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
Link: 4.1.66
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;
Link: 4.1.67
You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Link: 4.1.68
Are pleased to breed out your inheritors:
Link: 4.1.69
Both merits poised, each weighs nor less nor more;
Link: 4.1.70
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Link: 4.1.71

You are too bitter to your countrywoman.
Link: 4.1.72

She's bitter to her country: hear me, Paris:
Link: 4.1.73
For every false drop in her bawdy veins
Link: 4.1.74
A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
Link: 4.1.75
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
Link: 4.1.76
A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak,
Link: 4.1.77
She hath not given so many good words breath
Link: 4.1.78
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.
Link: 4.1.79

Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Link: 4.1.80
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy:
Link: 4.1.81
But we in silence hold this virtue well,
Link: 4.1.82
We'll but commend what we intend to sell.
Link: 4.1.83
Here lies our way.
Link: 4.1.84


SCENE II. The same. Court of Pandarus' house.

Scene 2 of Act 4 of Troilus and Cressida takes place in the Greek camp. Agamemnon, the Greek commander, is discussing with Ulysses, Nestor, and Diomedes about how to win the war against the Trojans. They are trying to come up with a plan to defeat Hector, the Trojan prince who has been causing them a lot of trouble.

Ulysses suggests that they use Achilles, the greatest warrior among the Greeks, to fight Hector. However, Achilles has been refusing to fight because he is angry with Agamemnon. They decide to send Ajax, the second-best warrior, to try to convince Achilles to fight. Diomedes also offers to go with Ajax to help persuade Achilles.

Meanwhile, Thersites, a vulgar and cowardly Greek soldier, arrives and starts insulting everyone. He even insults Achilles, who then appears and threatens to kill Thersites. Ulysses intervenes and convinces Achilles to calm down and listen to what Ajax and Diomedes have to say.

Ajax and Diomedes arrive and plead with Achilles to fight. Ajax even offers to give Achilles his own armor, which is famous for being invincible. Achilles eventually agrees to fight Hector, but only if he can have his own armor back. Ulysses promises to convince Agamemnon to give Achilles his armor back.

The scene ends with Achilles agreeing to fight and the Greeks feeling hopeful that they will finally be able to defeat the Trojans.


Dear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold.
Link: 4.2.1

Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;
Link: 4.2.2
He shall unbolt the gates.
Link: 4.2.3

Trouble him not;
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To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes,
Link: 4.2.5
And give as soft attachment to thy senses
Link: 4.2.6
As infants' empty of all thought!
Link: 4.2.7

Good morrow, then.
Link: 4.2.8

I prithee now, to bed.
Link: 4.2.9

Are you a-weary of me?
Link: 4.2.10

O Cressida! but that the busy day,
Link: 4.2.11
Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows,
Link: 4.2.12
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
Link: 4.2.13
I would not from thee.
Link: 4.2.14

Night hath been too brief.
Link: 4.2.15

Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays
Link: 4.2.16
As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
Link: 4.2.17
With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
Link: 4.2.18
You will catch cold, and curse me.
Link: 4.2.19

Prithee, tarry:
Link: 4.2.20
You men will never tarry.
Link: 4.2.21
O foolish Cressid! I might have still held off,
Link: 4.2.22
And then you would have tarried. Hark!
Link: 4.2.23
there's one up.
Link: 4.2.24

(Within) What, 's all the doors open here?
Link: 4.2.25

It is your uncle.
Link: 4.2.26

A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking:
Link: 4.2.27
I shall have such a life!
Link: 4.2.28


How now, how now! how go maidenheads? Here, you
Link: 4.2.29
maid! where's my cousin Cressid?
Link: 4.2.30

Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
Link: 4.2.31
You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.
Link: 4.2.32

To do what? to do what? let her say
Link: 4.2.33
what: what have I brought you to do?
Link: 4.2.34

Come, come, beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good,
Link: 4.2.35
Nor suffer others.
Link: 4.2.36

Ha! ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchia!
Link: 4.2.37
hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty
Link: 4.2.38
man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him!
Link: 4.2.39

Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head!
Link: 4.2.40
Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.
Link: 4.2.41
My lord, come you again into my chamber:
Link: 4.2.42
You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
Link: 4.2.43

Ha, ha!
Link: 4.2.44

Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing.
Link: 4.2.45
How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in:
Link: 4.2.46
I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
Link: 4.2.47


Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat
Link: 4.2.48
down the door? How now! what's the matter?
Link: 4.2.49


Good morrow, lord, good morrow.
Link: 4.2.50

Who's there? my Lord AEneas! By my troth,
Link: 4.2.51
I knew you not: what news with you so early?
Link: 4.2.52

Is not Prince Troilus here?
Link: 4.2.53

Here! what should he do here?
Link: 4.2.54

Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him:
Link: 4.2.55
It doth import him much to speak with me.
Link: 4.2.56

Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll
Link: 4.2.57
be sworn: for my own part, I came in late. What
Link: 4.2.58
should he do here?
Link: 4.2.59

Who!--nay, then: come, come, you'll do him wrong
Link: 4.2.60
ere you're ware: you'll be so true to him, to be
Link: 4.2.61
false to him: do not you know of him, but yet go
Link: 4.2.62
fetch him hither; go.
Link: 4.2.63

Re-enter TROILUS

How now! what's the matter?
Link: 4.2.64

My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
Link: 4.2.65
My matter is so rash: there is at hand
Link: 4.2.66
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
Link: 4.2.67
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Link: 4.2.68
Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,
Link: 4.2.69
Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
Link: 4.2.70
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
Link: 4.2.71
The Lady Cressida.
Link: 4.2.72

Is it so concluded?
Link: 4.2.73

By Priam and the general state of Troy:
Link: 4.2.74
They are at hand and ready to effect it.
Link: 4.2.75

How my achievements mock me!
Link: 4.2.76
I will go meet them: and, my Lord AEneas,
Link: 4.2.77
We met by chance; you did not find me here.
Link: 4.2.78

Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature
Link: 4.2.79
Have not more gift in taciturnity.
Link: 4.2.80


Is't possible? no sooner got but lost? The devil
Link: 4.2.81
take Antenor! the young prince will go mad: a
Link: 4.2.82
plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke 's neck!
Link: 4.2.83


How now! what's the matter? who was here?
Link: 4.2.84

Ah, ah!
Link: 4.2.85

Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone!
Link: 4.2.86
Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
Link: 4.2.87

Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above!
Link: 4.2.88

O the gods! what's the matter?
Link: 4.2.89

Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been
Link: 4.2.90
born! I knew thou wouldst be his death. O, poor
Link: 4.2.91
gentleman! A plague upon Antenor!
Link: 4.2.92

Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees! beseech you,
Link: 4.2.93
what's the matter?
Link: 4.2.94

Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou
Link: 4.2.95
art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father,
Link: 4.2.96
and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death;
Link: 4.2.97
'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it.
Link: 4.2.98

O you immortal gods! I will not go.
Link: 4.2.99

Thou must.
Link: 4.2.100

I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
Link: 4.2.101
I know no touch of consanguinity;
Link: 4.2.102
No kin no love, no blood, no soul so near me
Link: 4.2.103
As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine!
Link: 4.2.104
Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood,
Link: 4.2.105
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
Link: 4.2.106
Do to this body what extremes you can;
Link: 4.2.107
But the strong base and building of my love
Link: 4.2.108
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Link: 4.2.109
Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep,--
Link: 4.2.110


Tear my bright hair and scratch my praised cheeks,
Link: 4.2.112
Crack my clear voice with sobs and break my heart
Link: 4.2.113
With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy.
Link: 4.2.114


SCENE III. The same. Street before Pandarus' house.

In Scene 3 of Act 4, two characters, Troilus and Ulysses, have a conversation about the Trojan War. Troilus is upset because his lover, Cressida, has been taken by the Greeks as part of a prisoner exchange. Ulysses tries to convince Troilus that their focus should be on winning the war, not on personal relationships.

Troilus argues that love is a powerful motivator and that he cannot simply forget about his feelings for Cressida. Ulysses counters by saying that the only reason Troilus is upset is because he is not thinking about the bigger picture and the importance of winning the war.

The two characters also discuss the nature of fame and glory. Ulysses argues that it is better to be remembered for one's accomplishments in battle rather than for personal relationships. Troilus disagrees, saying that love is what makes life worth living.

The scene ends with Troilus still upset about Cressida's absence and Ulysses urging him to focus on the war and the greater good rather than his own personal desires.


It is great morning, and the hour prefix'd
Link: 4.3.1
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek
Link: 4.3.2
Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,
Link: 4.3.3
Tell you the lady what she is to do,
Link: 4.3.4
And haste her to the purpose.
Link: 4.3.5

Walk into her house;
Link: 4.3.6
I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:
Link: 4.3.7
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Link: 4.3.8
Think it an altar, and thy brother Troilus
Link: 4.3.9
A priest there offering to it his own heart.
Link: 4.3.10


I know what 'tis to love;
Link: 4.3.11
And would, as I shall pity, I could help!
Link: 4.3.12
Please you walk in, my lords.
Link: 4.3.13


SCENE IV. The same. Pandarus' house.

In Scene 4 of Act 4, the Trojan prince Troilus and his friend Ulysses are discussing the behavior of Achilles, a Greek warrior who has refused to fight in the Trojan War despite being one of the Greeks' most skilled fighters.

Troilus is frustrated by Achilles' reluctance to fight, feeling that it is dishonorable for a warrior to refuse battle. Ulysses counters that Achilles' refusal is actually a strategic move designed to weaken the Trojans' morale.

The two men also discuss the relationship between Achilles and his lover, Patroclus. Troilus is skeptical of the idea that two men could love each other so deeply, while Ulysses argues that love can take many forms and that Achilles' love for Patroclus is no less valid than any other.

The scene ends with Troilus still feeling conflicted about Achilles and his refusal to fight, while Ulysses urges him to focus on the war at hand and let the gods determine the outcome.


Be moderate, be moderate.
Link: 4.4.1

Why tell you me of moderation?
Link: 4.4.2
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
Link: 4.4.3
And violenteth in a sense as strong
Link: 4.4.4
As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?
Link: 4.4.5
If I could temporize with my affection,
Link: 4.4.6
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
Link: 4.4.7
The like allayment could I give my grief.
Link: 4.4.8
My love admits no qualifying dross;
Link: 4.4.9
No more my grief, in such a precious loss.
Link: 4.4.10

Here, here, here he comes.
Link: 4.4.11
Ah, sweet ducks!
Link: 4.4.12

O Troilus! Troilus!
Link: 4.4.13

Embracing him

What a pair of spectacles is here!
Link: 4.4.14
Let me embrace too. 'O heart,' as the goodly saying is,
Link: 4.4.15
'--O heart, heavy heart,
Link: 4.4.16
Why sigh'st thou without breaking?
Link: 4.4.17
where he answers again,
Link: 4.4.18
'Because thou canst not ease thy smart
Link: 4.4.19
By friendship nor by speaking.'
Link: 4.4.20
There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away
Link: 4.4.21
nothing, for we may live to have need of such a
Link: 4.4.22
verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs?
Link: 4.4.23

Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,
Link: 4.4.24
That the bless'd gods, as angry with my fancy,
Link: 4.4.25
More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Link: 4.4.26
Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.
Link: 4.4.27

Have the gods envy?
Link: 4.4.28

Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case.
Link: 4.4.29

And is it true that I must go from Troy?
Link: 4.4.30

A hateful truth.
Link: 4.4.31

What, and from Troilus too?
Link: 4.4.32

From Troy and Troilus.
Link: 4.4.33

Is it possible?
Link: 4.4.34

And suddenly; where injury of chance
Link: 4.4.35
Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by
Link: 4.4.36
All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips
Link: 4.4.37
Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents
Link: 4.4.38
Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows
Link: 4.4.39
Even in the birth of our own labouring breath:
Link: 4.4.40
We two, that with so many thousand sighs
Link: 4.4.41
Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves
Link: 4.4.42
With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Link: 4.4.43
Injurious time now with a robber's haste
Link: 4.4.44
Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how:
Link: 4.4.45
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,
Link: 4.4.46
With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them,
Link: 4.4.47
He fumbles up into a lose adieu,
Link: 4.4.48
And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Link: 4.4.49
Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
Link: 4.4.50

(Within) My lord, is the lady ready?
Link: 4.4.51

Hark! you are call'd: some say the Genius so
Link: 4.4.52
Cries 'come' to him that instantly must die.
Link: 4.4.53
Bid them have patience; she shall come anon.
Link: 4.4.54

Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or
Link: 4.4.55
my heart will be blown up by the root.
Link: 4.4.56


I must then to the Grecians?
Link: 4.4.57

No remedy.
Link: 4.4.58

A woful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks!
Link: 4.4.59
When shall we see again?
Link: 4.4.60

Hear me, my love: be thou but true of heart,--
Link: 4.4.61

I true! how now! what wicked deem is this?
Link: 4.4.62

Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
Link: 4.4.63
For it is parting from us:
Link: 4.4.64
I speak not 'be thou true,' as fearing thee,
Link: 4.4.65
For I will throw my glove to Death himself,
Link: 4.4.66
That there's no maculation in thy heart:
Link: 4.4.67
But 'be thou true,' say I, to fashion in
Link: 4.4.68
My sequent protestation; be thou true,
Link: 4.4.69
And I will see thee.
Link: 4.4.70

O, you shall be exposed, my lord, to dangers
Link: 4.4.71
As infinite as imminent! but I'll be true.
Link: 4.4.72

And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.
Link: 4.4.73

And you this glove. When shall I see you?
Link: 4.4.74

I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,
Link: 4.4.75
To give thee nightly visitation.
Link: 4.4.76
But yet be true.
Link: 4.4.77

O heavens! 'be true' again!
Link: 4.4.78

Hear while I speak it, love:
Link: 4.4.79
The Grecian youths are full of quality;
Link: 4.4.80
They're loving, well composed with gifts of nature,
Link: 4.4.81
Flowing and swelling o'er with arts and exercise:
Link: 4.4.82
How novelty may move, and parts with person,
Link: 4.4.83
Alas, a kind of godly jealousy--
Link: 4.4.84
Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin--
Link: 4.4.85
Makes me afeard.
Link: 4.4.86

O heavens! you love me not.
Link: 4.4.87

Die I a villain, then!
Link: 4.4.88
In this I do not call your faith in question
Link: 4.4.89
So mainly as my merit: I cannot sing,
Link: 4.4.90
Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,
Link: 4.4.91
Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all,
Link: 4.4.92
To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant:
Link: 4.4.93
But I can tell that in each grace of these
Link: 4.4.94
There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil
Link: 4.4.95
That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted.
Link: 4.4.96

Do you think I will?
Link: 4.4.97

But something may be done that we will not:
Link: 4.4.99
And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
Link: 4.4.100
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Link: 4.4.101
Presuming on their changeful potency.
Link: 4.4.102

(Within) Nay, good my lord,--
Link: 4.4.103

Come, kiss; and let us part.
Link: 4.4.104

(Within) Brother Troilus!
Link: 4.4.105

Good brother, come you hither;
Link: 4.4.106
And bring AEneas and the Grecian with you.
Link: 4.4.107

My lord, will you be true?
Link: 4.4.108

Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault:
Link: 4.4.109
Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,
Link: 4.4.110
I with great truth catch mere simplicity;
Link: 4.4.111
Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
Link: 4.4.112
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Link: 4.4.113
Fear not my truth: the moral of my wit
Link: 4.4.114
Is 'plain and true;' there's all the reach of it.
Link: 4.4.115
Welcome, Sir Diomed! here is the lady
Link: 4.4.116
Which for Antenor we deliver you:
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At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand,
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And by the way possess thee what she is.
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Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek,
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If e'er thou stand at mercy of my sword,
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Name Cressida and thy life shall be as safe
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As Priam is in Ilion.
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Fair Lady Cressid,
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So please you, save the thanks this prince expects:
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The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
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Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed
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You shall be mistress, and command him wholly.
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Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
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To shame the zeal of my petition to thee
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In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece,
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She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises
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As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant.
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I charge thee use her well, even for my charge;
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For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,
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Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
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I'll cut thy throat.
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O, be not moved, Prince Troilus:
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Let me be privileged by my place and message,
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To be a speaker free; when I am hence
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I'll answer to my lust: and know you, lord,
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I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth
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She shall be prized; but that you say 'be't so,'
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I'll speak it in my spirit and honour, 'no.'
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Come, to the port. I'll tell thee, Diomed,
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This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head.
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Lady, give me your hand, and, as we walk,
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To our own selves bend we our needful talk.
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Trumpet within

Hark! Hector's trumpet.
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How have we spent this morning!
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The prince must think me tardy and remiss,
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That sore to ride before him to the field.
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'Tis Troilus' fault: come, come, to field with him.
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Let us make ready straight.
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Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity,
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Let us address to tend on Hector's heels:
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The glory of our Troy doth this day lie
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On his fair worth and single chivalry.
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SCENE V. The Grecian camp. Lists set out.

Scene 5 of Act 4 of Troilus and Cressida is set in the Greek camp. The scene begins with Agamemnon, the leader of the Greeks, discussing the upcoming battle with his advisors. They are concerned about the strength of the Trojan army and the possibility of defeat.

Thersites, a sarcastic and cynical servant, enters the scene and begins to insult Agamemnon and his advisors. He mocks their intelligence and suggests that they are not fit to lead the army. Agamemnon and his advisors ignore Thersites and continue to plan for battle.

Ulysses, a Greek general, enters the scene and suggests a plan to boost the morale of the soldiers. He proposes that they award Achilles, their greatest warrior, with a prize that will increase his status and honor. This will encourage him to fight harder and inspire the other soldiers to do the same.

Agamemnon agrees with Ulysses’ plan and sends for Achilles. Achilles enters the scene and is awarded the prize, but he is unimpressed and refuses to fight. He is still angry with Agamemnon for taking his concubine, Briseis, and refuses to participate in the battle.

The scene ends with the Greeks realizing that they are in trouble. Achilles’ refusal to fight has weakened their army and they are unsure of their ability to defeat the Trojans.


Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
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Anticipating time with starting courage.
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Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
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Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air
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May pierce the head of the great combatant
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And hale him hither.
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Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.
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Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe:
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Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek
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Outswell the colic of puff'd Aquilon:
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Come, stretch thy chest and let thy eyes spout blood;
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Thou blow'st for Hector.
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Trumpet sounds

No trumpet answers.
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'Tis but early days.
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Is not yond Diomed, with Calchas' daughter?
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'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
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He rises on the toe: that spirit of his
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In aspiration lifts him from the earth.
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Is this the Lady Cressid?
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Even she.
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Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady.
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Our general doth salute you with a kiss.
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Yet is the kindness but particular;
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'Twere better she were kiss'd in general.
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And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.
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So much for Nestor.
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I'll take what winter from your lips, fair lady:
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Achilles bids you welcome.
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I had good argument for kissing once.
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But that's no argument for kissing now;
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For this popp'd Paris in his hardiment,
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And parted thus you and your argument.
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O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!
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For which we lose our heads to gild his horns.
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The first was Menelaus' kiss; this, mine:
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Patroclus kisses you.
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O, this is trim!
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Paris and I kiss evermore for him.
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I'll have my kiss, sir. Lady, by your leave.
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In kissing, do you render or receive?
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Both take and give.
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I'll make my match to live,
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The kiss you take is better than you give;
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Therefore no kiss.
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I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.
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You're an odd man; give even or give none.
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An odd man, lady! every man is odd.
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No, Paris is not; for you know 'tis true,
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That you are odd, and he is even with you.
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You fillip me o' the head.
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No, I'll be sworn.
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It were no match, your nail against his horn.
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May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?
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You may.
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I do desire it.
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Why, beg, then.
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Why then for Venus' sake, give me a kiss,
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When Helen is a maid again, and his.
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I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due.
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Never's my day, and then a kiss of you.
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Lady, a word: I'll bring you to your father.
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Exit with CRESSIDA

A woman of quick sense.
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Fie, fie upon her!
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There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
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Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
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At every joint and motive of her body.
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O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
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That give accosting welcome ere it comes,
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And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
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To every ticklish reader! set them down
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For sluttish spoils of opportunity
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And daughters of the game.
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Trumpet within

The Trojans' trumpet.
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Yonder comes the troop.
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Enter HECTOR, armed; AENEAS, TROILUS, and other Trojans, with Attendants

Hail, all you state of Greece! what shall be done
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To him that victory commands? or do you purpose
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A victor shall be known? will you the knights
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Shall to the edge of all extremity
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Pursue each other, or shall be divided
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By any voice or order of the field?
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Hector bade ask.
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Which way would Hector have it?
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He cares not; he'll obey conditions.
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'Tis done like Hector; but securely done,
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A little proudly, and great deal misprizing
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The knight opposed.
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If not Achilles, sir,
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What is your name?
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If not Achilles, nothing.
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Therefore Achilles: but, whate'er, know this:
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In the extremity of great and little,
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Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;
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The one almost as infinite as all,
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The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
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And that which looks like pride is courtesy.
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This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood:
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In love whereof, half Hector stays at home;
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Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek
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This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek.
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A maiden battle, then? O, I perceive you.
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Here is Sir Diomed. Go, gentle knight,
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Stand by our Ajax: as you and Lord AEneas
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Consent upon the order of their fight,
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So be it; either to the uttermost,
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Or else a breath: the combatants being kin
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Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.
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AJAX and HECTOR enter the lists

They are opposed already.
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What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy?
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The youngest son of Priam, a true knight,
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Not yet mature, yet matchless, firm of word,
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Speaking in deeds and deedless in his tongue;
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Not soon provoked nor being provoked soon calm'd:
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His heart and hand both open and both free;
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For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;
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Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
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Nor dignifies an impure thought with breath;
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Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;
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For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes
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To tender objects, but he in heat of action
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Is more vindicative than jealous love:
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They call him Troilus, and on him erect
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A second hope, as fairly built as Hector.
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Thus says AEneas; one that knows the youth
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Even to his inches, and with private soul
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Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.
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Alarum. Hector and Ajax fight

They are in action.
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Now, Ajax, hold thine own!
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Hector, thou sleep'st;
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Awake thee!
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His blows are well disposed: there, Ajax!
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You must no more.
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Trumpets cease

Princes, enough, so please you.
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I am not warm yet; let us fight again.
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As Hector pleases.
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Why, then will I no more:
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Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son,
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A cousin-german to great Priam's seed;
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The obligation of our blood forbids
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A gory emulation 'twixt us twain:
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Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so
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That thou couldst say 'This hand is Grecian all,
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And this is Trojan; the sinews of this leg
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All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood
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Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister
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Bounds in my father's;' by Jove multipotent,
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Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member
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Wherein my sword had not impressure made
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Of our rank feud: but the just gods gainsay
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That any drop thou borrow'dst from thy mother,
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My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword
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Be drain'd! Let me embrace thee, Ajax:
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By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;
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Hector would have them fall upon him thus:
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Cousin, all honour to thee!
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I thank thee, Hector
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Thou art too gentle and too free a man:
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I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
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A great addition earned in thy death.
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Not Neoptolemus so mirable,
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On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st Oyes
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Cries 'This is he,' could promise to himself
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A thought of added honour torn from Hector.
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There is expectance here from both the sides,
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What further you will do.
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We'll answer it;
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The issue is embracement: Ajax, farewell.
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If I might in entreaties find success--
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As seld I have the chance--I would desire
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My famous cousin to our Grecian tents.
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'Tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles
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Doth long to see unarm'd the valiant Hector.
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AEneas, call my brother Troilus to me,
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And signify this loving interview
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To the expecters of our Trojan part;
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Desire them home. Give me thy hand, my cousin;
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I will go eat with thee and see your knights.
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Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here.
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The worthiest of them tell me name by name;
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But for Achilles, mine own searching eyes
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Shall find him by his large and portly size.
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Worthy of arms! as welcome as to one
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That would be rid of such an enemy;
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But that's no welcome: understand more clear,
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What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
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And formless ruin of oblivion;
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But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
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Strain'd purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
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Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
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From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome.
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I thank thee, most imperious Agamemnon.
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(To TROILUS) My well-famed lord of Troy, no
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less to you.
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Let me confirm my princely brother's greeting:
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You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither.
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Who must we answer?
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The noble Menelaus.
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O, you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!
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Mock not, that I affect the untraded oath;
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Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove:
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She's well, but bade me not commend her to you.
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Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme.
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O, pardon; I offend.
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I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft
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Labouring for destiny make cruel way
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Through ranks of Greekish youth, and I have seen thee,
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As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
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Despising many forfeits and subduements,
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When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' the air,
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Not letting it decline on the declined,
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That I have said to some my standers by
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'Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!'
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And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,
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When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee in,
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Like an Olympian wrestling: this have I seen;
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But this thy countenance, still lock'd in steel,
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I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,
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And once fought with him: he was a soldier good;
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But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,
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Never saw like thee. Let an old man embrace thee;
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And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.
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'Tis the old Nestor.
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Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,
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That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time:
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Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee.
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I would my arms could match thee in contention,
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As they contend with thee in courtesy.
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I would they could.
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By this white beard, I'ld fight with thee to-morrow.
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Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time.
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I wonder now how yonder city stands
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When we have here her base and pillar by us.
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I know your favour, Lord Ulysses, well.
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Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead,
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Since first I saw yourself and Diomed
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In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.
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Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue:
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My prophecy is but half his journey yet;
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For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
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Yond towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
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Must kiss their own feet.
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I must not believe you:
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There they stand yet, and modestly I think,
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The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
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A drop of Grecian blood: the end crowns all,
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And that old common arbitrator, Time,
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Will one day end it.
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So to him we leave it.
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Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome:
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After the general, I beseech you next
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To feast with me and see me at my tent.
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I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses, thou!
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Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
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I have with exact view perused thee, Hector,
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And quoted joint by joint.
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Is this Achilles?
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I am Achilles.
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Stand fair, I pray thee: let me look on thee.
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Behold thy fill.
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Nay, I have done already.
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Thou art too brief: I will the second time,
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As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.
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O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er;
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But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
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Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?
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Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
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Shall I destroy him? whether there, or there, or there?
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That I may give the local wound a name
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And make distinct the very breach whereout
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Hector's great spirit flew: answer me, heavens!
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It would discredit the blest gods, proud man,
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To answer such a question: stand again:
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Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly
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As to prenominate in nice conjecture
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Where thou wilt hit me dead?
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I tell thee, yea.
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Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,
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I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well;
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For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there;
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But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,
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I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er.
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You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag;
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His insolence draws folly from my lips;
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But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words,
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Or may I never--
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Do not chafe thee, cousin:
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And you, Achilles, let these threats alone,
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Till accident or purpose bring you to't:
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You may have every day enough of Hector
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If you have stomach; the general state, I fear,
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Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him.
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I pray you, let us see you in the field:
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We have had pelting wars, since you refused
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The Grecians' cause.
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Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
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To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
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To-night all friends.
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Thy hand upon that match.
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First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;
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There in the full convive we: afterwards,
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As Hector's leisure and your bounties shall
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Concur together, severally entreat him.
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Beat loud the tabourines, let the trumpets blow,
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That this great soldier may his welcome know.
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Exeunt all except TROILUS and ULYSSES

My Lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you,
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In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?
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At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus:
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There Diomed doth feast with him to-night;
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Who neither looks upon the heaven nor earth,
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But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view
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On the fair Cressid.
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Shall sweet lord, be bound to you so much,
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After we part from Agamemnon's tent,
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To bring me thither?
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You shall command me, sir.
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As gentle tell me, of what honour was
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This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there
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That wails her absence?
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O, sir, to such as boasting show their scars
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A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?
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She was beloved, she loved; she is, and doth:
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But still sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.
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Act V

In Act 5 of Troilus and Cressida, the Trojan War continues to rage on. Troilus, a Trojan prince, is worried about his lover Cressida, who has been given to the Greeks as part of a prisoner exchange. He sends his friend Diomedes to check on her, but Diomedes ends up seducing her and breaking Troilus's heart.

Meanwhile, the Greeks are planning to attack the Trojans with a surprise night raid. They successfully infiltrate the city and begin to wreak havoc. Troilus tries to rally the Trojan troops, but they are outnumbered and outmatched.

In the chaos, Achilles, the greatest Greek warrior, is killed by Paris, a Trojan prince. This leads to a showdown between Hector, the greatest Trojan warrior, and Achilles's friend and protégé, Patroclus. Hector kills Patroclus, but is then killed by Achilles in revenge.

The play ends with the Trojans mourning Hector's death and the Greeks celebrating their victory. However, there is a sense of futility and despair as the war continues to drag on with no end in sight.

SCENE I. The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.

Scene 1 of Act 5 of Troilus and Cressida begins with the Greek camp in a state of unrest. The soldiers are preparing for battle with the Trojans, who are also preparing for battle. The Greek commander, Agamemnon, is overseeing the preparations and is in a foul mood. He is angry at Achilles, who has been sulking in his tent and refusing to fight.

Agamemnon sends his men to fetch Achilles, but they return empty-handed. Achilles still refuses to fight and has even gone so far as to send his friend Patroclus to lead the Greek army in his place. Agamemnon is outraged at this and calls Achilles a coward.

Meanwhile, the Trojans are also preparing for battle. Hector, their greatest warrior, is leading the charge. He is confident in his ability to defeat the Greeks and is eager for battle. However, his brother Paris is less enthusiastic. He has been the cause of much trouble between the Trojans and the Greeks, having stolen Helen, the wife of the Greek king Menelaus.

As the two armies prepare for battle, both sides are filled with a sense of foreboding. They know that many lives will be lost and that the outcome of the battle is far from certain. Nevertheless, they are determined to fight to the death in order to protect their honor and defend their kingdoms.


I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
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Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
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Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.
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Here comes Thersites.
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How now, thou core of envy!
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Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?
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Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol
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of idiot worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
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From whence, fragment?
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Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.
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Who keeps the tent now?
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The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound.
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Well said, adversity! and what need these tricks?
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Prithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk:
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thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet.
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Male varlet, you rogue! what's that?
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Why, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases
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of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs,
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loads o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold
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palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing
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lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas,
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limekilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the
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rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take
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again such preposterous discoveries!
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Why thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest
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thou to curse thus?
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Do I curse thee?
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Why no, you ruinous butt, you whoreson
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indistinguishable cur, no.
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No! why art thou then exasperate, thou idle
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immaterial skein of sleave-silk, thou green sarcenet
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flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's
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purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pestered
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with such waterflies, diminutives of nature!
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Out, gall!
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My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
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From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
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Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,
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A token from her daughter, my fair love,
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Both taxing me and gaging me to keep
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An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it:
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Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;
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My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
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Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent:
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This night in banqueting must all be spent.
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Away, Patroclus!
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With too much blood and too little brain, these two
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may run mad; but, if with too much brain and too
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little blood they do, I'll be a curer of madmen.
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Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough and one
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that loves quails; but he has not so much brain as
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earwax: and the goodly transformation of Jupiter
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there, his brother, the bull,--the primitive statue,
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and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty
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shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's
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leg,--to what form but that he is, should wit larded
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with malice and malice forced with wit turn him to?
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To an ass, were nothing; he is both ass and ox: to
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an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To be a
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dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an
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owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would
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not care; but to be Menelaus, I would conspire
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against destiny. Ask me not, what I would be, if I
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were not Thersites; for I care not to be the louse
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of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus! Hey-day!
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spirits and fires!
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We go wrong, we go wrong.
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No, yonder 'tis;
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There, where we see the lights.
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I trouble you.
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No, not a whit.
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Here comes himself to guide you.
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Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all.
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So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night.
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Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.
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Thanks and good night to the Greeks' general.
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Good night, my lord.
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Good night, sweet lord Menelaus.
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Sweet draught: 'sweet' quoth 'a! sweet sink,
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sweet sewer.
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Good night and welcome, both at once, to those
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That go or tarry.
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Good night.
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Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
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Keep Hector company an hour or two.
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I cannot, lord; I have important business,
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The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector.
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Give me your hand.
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(Aside to TROILUS) Follow his torch; he goes to
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Calchas' tent:
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I'll keep you company.
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Sweet sir, you honour me.
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And so, good night.
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Come, come, enter my tent.
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That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most
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unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers
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than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend
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his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound:
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but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it
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is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun
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borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his
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word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than
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not to dog him: they say he keeps a Trojan
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drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll
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after. Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets!
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SCENE II. The same. Before Calchas' tent.

In Scene 2 of Act 5, the Greek warriors Diomedes and Odysseus sneak into the Trojan camp at night to steal Cressida, who has been promised to Diomedes by the Trojan prince Hector. They come across Cressida's servant, who leads them to her tent. Cressida is initially hesitant to leave with them, but Diomedes convinces her to come with him by flattering her and promising her his protection.

Meanwhile, Troilus, who is in love with Cressida, sees the Greeks taking her away and tries to stop them. He fights with Diomedes but is ultimately defeated. As Cressida leaves with the Greeks, Troilus laments his loss and swears revenge.

The scene is filled with tension and drama as the characters engage in deceit, betrayal, and conflict. It sets the stage for the final act of the play, which explores the themes of love, loyalty, and honor in the midst of war and political intrigue.


What, are you up here, ho? speak.
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(Within) Who calls?
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Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter?
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(Within) She comes to you.
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Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance; after them, THERSITES

Stand where the torch may not discover us.
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Cressid comes forth to him.
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How now, my charge!
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Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you.
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Yea, so familiar!
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She will sing any man at first sight.
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And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff;
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she's noted.
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Will you remember?
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Remember! yes.
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Nay, but do, then;
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And let your mind be coupled with your words.
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What should she remember?
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Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.
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Nay, then,--
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I'll tell you what,--
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Foh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn.
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In faith, I cannot: what would you have me do?
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A juggling trick,--to be secretly open.
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What did you swear you would bestow on me?
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I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
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Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.
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Good night.
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Hold, patience!
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How now, Trojan!
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No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more.
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Thy better must.
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Hark, one word in your ear.
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O plague and madness!
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You are moved, prince; let us depart, I pray you,
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Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
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To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
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The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.
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Behold, I pray you!
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Nay, good my lord, go off:
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You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.
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I pray thee, stay.
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You have not patience; come.
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I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell's torments
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I will not speak a word!
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And so, good night.
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Nay, but you part in anger.
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Doth that grieve thee?
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O wither'd truth!
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Why, how now, lord!
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By Jove,
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I will be patient.
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Guardian!--why, Greek!
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Foh, foh! adieu; you palter.
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In faith, I do not: come hither once again.
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You shake, my lord, at something: will you go?
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You will break out.
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She strokes his cheek!
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Come, come.
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Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
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There is between my will and all offences
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A guard of patience: stay a little while.
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How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and
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potato-finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
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But will you, then?
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In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.
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Give me some token for the surety of it.
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I'll fetch you one.
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You have sworn patience.
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Fear me not, sweet lord;
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I will not be myself, nor have cognition
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Of what I feel: I am all patience.
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Now the pledge; now, now, now!
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Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
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O beauty! where is thy faith?
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My lord,--
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I will be patient; outwardly I will.
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You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.
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He loved me--O false wench!--Give't me again.
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Whose was't?
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It is no matter, now I have't again.
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I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
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I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.
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Now she sharpens: well said, whetstone!
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I shall have it.
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What, this?
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Ay, that.
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O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!
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Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
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Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,
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And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
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As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;
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He that takes that doth take my heart withal.
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I had your heart before, this follows it.
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I did swear patience.
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You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;
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I'll give you something else.
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I will have this: whose was it?
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It is no matter.
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Come, tell me whose it was.
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'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.
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But, now you have it, take it.
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Whose was it?
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By all Diana's waiting-women yond,
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And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
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To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,
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And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
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Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn,
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It should be challenged.
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Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;
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I will not keep my word.
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Why, then, farewell;
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Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.
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You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
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But it straight starts you.
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I do not like this fooling.
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Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you pleases me best.
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What, shall I come? the hour?
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Ay, come:--O Jove!--do come:--I shall be plagued.
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Farewell till then.
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Good night: I prithee, come.
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Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee
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But with my heart the other eye doth see.
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Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
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The error of our eye directs our mind:
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What error leads must err; O, then conclude
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Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.
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A proof of strength she could not publish more,
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Unless she said ' My mind is now turn'd whore.'
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All's done, my lord.
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Why stay we, then?
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To make a recordation to my soul
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Of every syllable that here was spoke.
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But if I tell how these two did co-act,
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Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
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Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
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An esperance so obstinately strong,
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That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears,
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As if those organs had deceptious functions,
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Created only to calumniate.
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Was Cressid here?
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I cannot conjure, Trojan.
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She was not, sure.
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Most sure she was.
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Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.
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Nor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now.
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Let it not be believed for womanhood!
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Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
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To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme,
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For depravation, to square the general sex
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By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid.
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What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?
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Nothing at all, unless that this were she.
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Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes?
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This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
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If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
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If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,
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If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
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If there be rule in unity itself,
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This is not she. O madness of discourse,
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That cause sets up with and against itself!
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Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
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Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
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Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid.
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Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
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Of this strange nature that a thing inseparate
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Divides more wider than the sky and earth,
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And yet the spacious breadth of this division
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Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
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As Ariachne's broken woof to enter.
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Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
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Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
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Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
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The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and loosed;
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And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
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The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
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The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics
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Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
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May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
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With that which here his passion doth express?
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Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
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In characters as red as Mars his heart
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Inflamed with Venus: never did young man fancy
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With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.
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Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,
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So much by weight hate I her Diomed:
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That sleeve is mine that he'll bear on his helm;
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Were it a casque composed by Vulcan's skill,
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My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout
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Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
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Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,
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Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
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In his descent than shall my prompted sword
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Falling on Diomed.
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He'll tickle it for his concupy.
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O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false!
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Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
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And they'll seem glorious.
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O, contain yourself
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Your passion draws ears hither.
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I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:
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Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
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Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
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Have with you, prince. My courteous lord, adieu.
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Farewell, revolted fair! and, Diomed,
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Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
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I'll bring you to the gates.
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Accept distracted thanks.
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Would I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would
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croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode.
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Patroclus will give me any thing for the
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intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not
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do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab.
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Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing
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else holds fashion: a burning devil take them!
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SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's palace.

Scene 3 of Act 5 begins with the Greek army discussing the possibility of Achilles returning to battle. They are concerned about his absence and the potential consequences of his inactivity. Meanwhile, Troilus and his allies are planning an attack on the Greek army.

As Troilus prepares for battle, he receives a letter from Cressida, who has been given to the Greeks in exchange for a Trojan prisoner. The letter expresses her love for Troilus and her regret at being separated from him. Troilus is heartbroken and angry, feeling betrayed by both Cressida and the Greeks.

The Trojan army attacks the Greeks, and Troilus faces off against Diomedes, who has been given Cressida as a prize for his bravery in battle. Troilus accuses Diomedes of stealing Cressida from him and challenges him to a duel. The two fight fiercely, but Diomedes ultimately defeats Troilus.

As Troilus lies dying, he reflects on the futility of war and the power of love. He realizes that his love for Cressida was misguided and that he should have focused on something more meaningful. He dies in the arms of his allies, who mourn his passing and swear revenge against the Greeks.


When was my lord so much ungently temper'd,
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To stop his ears against admonishment?
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Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
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You train me to offend you; get you in:
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By all the everlasting gods, I'll go!
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My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
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No more, I say.
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Where is my brother Hector?
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Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent.
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Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
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Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd
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Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
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Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
Link: 5.3.13

O, 'tis true.
Link: 5.3.14

Ho! bid my trumpet sound!
Link: 5.3.15

No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.
Link: 5.3.16

Be gone, I say: the gods have heard me swear.
Link: 5.3.17

The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows:
Link: 5.3.18
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd
Link: 5.3.19
Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
Link: 5.3.20

O, be persuaded! do not count it holy
Link: 5.3.21
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,
Link: 5.3.22
For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
Link: 5.3.23
And rob in the behalf of charity.
Link: 5.3.24

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
Link: 5.3.25
But vows to every purpose must not hold:
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Unarm, sweet Hector.
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Hold you still, I say;
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Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:
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Lie every man holds dear; but the brave man
Link: 5.3.30
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
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How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight to-day?
Link: 5.3.32

Cassandra, call my father to persuade.
Link: 5.3.33


No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;
Link: 5.3.34
I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry:
Link: 5.3.35
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
Link: 5.3.36
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Link: 5.3.37
Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy,
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I'll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy.
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Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
Link: 5.3.40
Which better fits a lion than a man.
Link: 5.3.41

What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me for it.
Link: 5.3.42

When many times the captive Grecian falls,
Link: 5.3.43
Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
Link: 5.3.44
You bid them rise, and live.
Link: 5.3.45

O,'tis fair play.
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Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
Link: 5.3.47

How now! how now!
Link: 5.3.48

For the love of all the gods,
Link: 5.3.49
Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers,
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And when we have our armours buckled on,
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The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords,
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Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.
Link: 5.3.53

Fie, savage, fie!
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Hector, then 'tis wars.
Link: 5.3.55

Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.
Link: 5.3.56

Who should withhold me?
Link: 5.3.57
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Link: 5.3.58
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Link: 5.3.59
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
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Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;
Link: 5.3.61
Not you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Link: 5.3.62
Opposed to hinder me, should stop my way,
Link: 5.3.63
But by my ruin.
Link: 5.3.64

Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM

Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
Link: 5.3.65
He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
Link: 5.3.66
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Link: 5.3.67
Fall all together.
Link: 5.3.68

Come, Hector, come, go back:
Link: 5.3.69
Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions;
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Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
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Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt
Link: 5.3.72
To tell thee that this day is ominous:
Link: 5.3.73
Therefore, come back.
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AEneas is a-field;
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And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,
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Even in the faith of valour, to appear
Link: 5.3.77
This morning to them.
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Ay, but thou shalt not go.
Link: 5.3.79

I must not break my faith.
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You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
Link: 5.3.81
Let me not shame respect; but give me leave
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To take that course by your consent and voice,
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Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
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O Priam, yield not to him!
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Do not, dear father.
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Andromache, I am offended with you:
Link: 5.3.87
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
Link: 5.3.88


This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Link: 5.3.89
Makes all these bodements.
Link: 5.3.90

O, farewell, dear Hector!
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Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale!
Link: 5.3.92
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
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Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out!
Link: 5.3.94
How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth!
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Behold, distraction, frenzy and amazement,
Link: 5.3.96
Like witless antics, one another meet,
Link: 5.3.97
And all cry, Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!
Link: 5.3.98

Away! away!
Link: 5.3.99

Farewell: yet, soft! Hector! take my leave:
Link: 5.3.100
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
Link: 5.3.101


You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim:
Link: 5.3.102
Go in and cheer the town: we'll forth and fight,
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Do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night.
Link: 5.3.104

Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee!
Link: 5.3.105

Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR. Alarums

They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
Link: 5.3.106
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.
Link: 5.3.107


Do you hear, my lord? do you hear?
Link: 5.3.108

What now?
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Here's a letter come from yond poor girl.
Link: 5.3.110

Let me read.
Link: 5.3.111

A whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick so
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troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl;
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and what one thing, what another, that I shall
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leave you one o' these days: and I have a rheum
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in mine eyes too, and such an ache in my bones
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that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what
Link: 5.3.117
to think on't. What says she there?
Link: 5.3.118

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart:
Link: 5.3.119
The effect doth operate another way.
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Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.
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My love with words and errors still she feeds;
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But edifies another with her deeds.
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Exeunt severally

SCENE IV. Plains between Troy and the Grecian camp.

In Scene 4 of Act 5, the Greek army is preparing for battle against the Trojans. Ajax, one of the Greek warriors, is upset because he did not receive the armor of the deceased warrior Achilles. Instead, it was given to his rival, Odysseus. Ajax is so angry that he plans to kill the Greek leaders in their sleep. However, his friend, the Greek king Agamemnon, convinces him to wait until the morning so they can discuss the situation.

Meanwhile, the Trojan prince Hector is preparing for battle. He is visited by his wife Andromache and their young son. Andromache begs Hector not to go into battle, fearing he will be killed and her son will be left without a father. Hector is torn between his duty to his city and his love for his family.

The scene ends with both armies preparing for battle, with tensions running high on both sides.

Alarums: excursions. Enter THERSITES

Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go
Link: 5.4.1
look on. That dissembling abominable varlets Diomed,
Link: 5.4.2
has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's
Link: 5.4.3
sleeve of Troy there in his helm: I would fain see
Link: 5.4.4
them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that
Link: 5.4.5
loves the whore there, might send that Greekish
Link: 5.4.6
whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the
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dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand.
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O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty
Link: 5.4.9
swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry
Link: 5.4.10
cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is
Link: 5.4.11
not proved worthy a blackberry: they set me up, in
Link: 5.4.12
policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of
Link: 5.4.13
as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax
Link: 5.4.14
prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm
Link: 5.4.15
to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim
Link: 5.4.16
barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
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Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.
Link: 5.4.18

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following

Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
Link: 5.4.19
I would swim after.
Link: 5.4.20

Thou dost miscall retire:
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I do not fly, but advantageous care
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Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Link: 5.4.23
Have at thee!
Link: 5.4.24

Hold thy whore, Grecian!--now for thy whore,
Link: 5.4.25
Trojan!--now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
Link: 5.4.26

Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting


What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?
Link: 5.4.27
Art thou of blood and honour?
Link: 5.4.28

No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave:
Link: 5.4.29
a very filthy rogue.
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I do believe thee: live.
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God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a
Link: 5.4.32
plague break thy neck for frightening me! What's
Link: 5.4.33
become of the wenching rogues? I think they have
Link: 5.4.34
swallowed one another: I would laugh at that
Link: 5.4.35
miracle: yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself.
Link: 5.4.36
I'll seek them.
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SCENE V. Another part of the plains.

Scene 5 of Act 5 begins with a conversation between Troilus and his servant, who is trying to convince him to leave the city before the Greeks attack. Troilus refuses, insisting that he must stay and fight.

Meanwhile, the Greek warriors are preparing for battle, led by Achilles and his companion Patroclus. Achilles is feeling conflicted about the upcoming fight, torn between his desire for glory and his love for his friend Patroclus.

As the battle begins, Troilus is separated from his comrades and encounters Achilles on the battlefield. The two engage in a fierce fight, with Troilus initially gaining the upper hand. However, Achilles eventually overpowers him and kills him.

Cressida, who had previously been promised to Troilus, is now in the possession of Diomedes, a Greek warrior. She watches the battle from afar and laments the loss of Troilus.

The scene ends with the Greeks emerging victorious, but with a sense of disillusionment and sadness. Achilles is left feeling empty and unfulfilled, realizing that his pursuit of glory has come at a great cost.

Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant

Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
Link: 5.5.1
Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
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Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;
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Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan,
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And am her knight by proof.
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I go, my lord.
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Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
Link: 5.5.7
Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
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Hath Doreus prisoner,
Link: 5.5.9
And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
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Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Link: 5.5.11
Epistrophus and Cedius: Polyxenes is slain,
Link: 5.5.12
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt,
Link: 5.5.13
Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes
Link: 5.5.14
Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful Sagittary
Link: 5.5.15
Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed,
Link: 5.5.16
To reinforcement, or we perish all.
Link: 5.5.17


Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;
Link: 5.5.18
And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.
Link: 5.5.19
There is a thousand Hectors in the field:
Link: 5.5.20
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
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And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot,
Link: 5.5.22
And there they fly or die, like scaled sculls
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Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
Link: 5.5.24
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Link: 5.5.25
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath:
Link: 5.5.26
Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes,
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Dexterity so obeying appetite
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That what he will he does, and does so much
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That proof is call'd impossibility.
Link: 5.5.30


O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Link: 5.5.31
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Link: 5.5.32
Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood,
Link: 5.5.33
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
Link: 5.5.34
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,
Link: 5.5.35
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend
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And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd and at it,
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Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day
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Mad and fantastic execution,
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Engaging and redeeming of himself
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With such a careless force and forceless care
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As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
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Bade him win all.
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Enter AJAX

Troilus! thou coward Troilus!
Link: 5.5.44


Ay, there, there.
Link: 5.5.45

So, so, we draw together.
Link: 5.5.46


Where is this Hector?
Link: 5.5.47
Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
Link: 5.5.48
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:
Link: 5.5.49
Hector? where's Hector? I will none but Hector.
Link: 5.5.50


SCENE VI. Another part of the plains.

In Scene 6 of Act 5 of Troilus and Cressida, the Greek leader Agamemnon is discussing the strategy of the war with his advisors. He is frustrated that his soldiers are not fighting as well as they should be, and he is particularly angry with Achilles, who has been sulking in his tent instead of fighting.

Agamemnon decides to send his men to try to convince Achilles to return to battle. He hopes that the famous warrior will be swayed by their appeals and will rejoin the fight against the Trojans.

The Greek soldiers go to Achilles's tent and plead with him to come back to the battlefield. At first, Achilles refuses, saying that he is tired of fighting and that he doesn't care about the outcome of the war. But eventually, he agrees to return to battle, on one condition - that he will be given the chance to kill Hector, the Trojan prince who killed Achilles's friend Patroclus.

The soldiers agree to Achilles's demand, and he joins the fight. He is a fierce warrior, and his presence on the battlefield inspires the other Greek soldiers to fight harder as well. In the end, Achilles is able to face Hector in single combat, and he kills him.

The scene is a pivotal one, as it marks the turning point of the war. With Achilles back in the fight, the Greeks are able to gain the upper hand and ultimately defeat the Trojans.

Enter AJAX

Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
Link: 5.6.1


Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
Link: 5.6.2

What wouldst thou?
Link: 5.6.3

I would correct him.
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Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office
Link: 5.6.5
Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
Link: 5.6.6


O traitor Diomed! turn thy false face, thou traitor,
Link: 5.6.7
And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse!
Link: 5.6.8

Ha, art thou there?
Link: 5.6.9

I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
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He is my prize; I will not look upon.
Link: 5.6.11

Come, both you cogging Greeks; have at you both!
Link: 5.6.12

Exeunt, fighting


Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
Link: 5.6.13


Now do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Hector!
Link: 5.6.14

Pause, if thou wilt.
Link: 5.6.15

I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan:
Link: 5.6.16
Be happy that my arms are out of use:
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My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
Link: 5.6.18
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Link: 5.6.19
Till when, go seek thy fortune.
Link: 5.6.20


Fare thee well:
Link: 5.6.21
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Link: 5.6.22
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother!
Link: 5.6.23

Re-enter TROILUS

Ajax hath ta'en AEneas: shall it be?
Link: 5.6.24
No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
Link: 5.6.25
He shall not carry him: I'll be ta'en too,
Link: 5.6.26
Or bring him off: fate, hear me what I say!
Link: 5.6.27
I reck not though I end my life to-day.
Link: 5.6.28


Enter one in sumptuous armour

Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark:
Link: 5.6.29
No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;
Link: 5.6.30
I'll frush it and unlock the rivets all,
Link: 5.6.31
But I'll be master of it: wilt thou not,
Link: 5.6.32
beast, abide?
Link: 5.6.33
Why, then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.
Link: 5.6.34


SCENE VII. Another part of the plains.

Scene 7 of Act 5 of Troilus and Cressida takes place on the plains of Troy. The Trojan prince, Hector, is preparing for battle against the Greeks. He is joined by his brother, Troilus, who is in love with the Greek princess, Cressida.

Hector and Troilus have a conversation about the upcoming battle and the state of their army. They both express their doubts about the outcome of the war and wonder if they should just surrender to the Greeks.

However, their conversation is interrupted by the arrival of their sister, Cassandra, who has been cursed by the gods with the ability to see the future but never be believed. She delivers a prophetic speech about the destruction of Troy and the death of Hector.

Hector dismisses Cassandra's words as madness and orders her to leave, but Troilus is disturbed by her words and begins to question the wisdom of their decision to go to war.

The scene ends with Hector and Troilus embracing and preparing to go into battle, despite their doubts and fears.

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons

Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Link: 5.7.1
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
Link: 5.7.2
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath:
Link: 5.7.3
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Link: 5.7.4
Empale him with your weapons round about;
Link: 5.7.5
In fellest manner execute your aims.
Link: 5.7.6
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
Link: 5.7.7
It is decreed Hector the great must die.
Link: 5.7.8


Enter MENELAUS and PARIS, fighting: then THERSITES

The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now,
Link: 5.7.9
bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-
Link: 5.7.10
henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the
Link: 5.7.11
game: ware horns, ho!
Link: 5.7.12



Turn, slave, and fight.
Link: 5.7.13

What art thou?
Link: 5.7.14

A bastard son of Priam's.
Link: 5.7.15

I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard
Link: 5.7.16
begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard
Link: 5.7.17
in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will
Link: 5.7.18
not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard?
Link: 5.7.19
Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the
Link: 5.7.20
son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment:
Link: 5.7.21
farewell, bastard.
Link: 5.7.22


The devil take thee, coward!
Link: 5.7.23


SCENE VIII. Another part of the plains.

Scene 8 of Act 5 of Troilus and Cressida is a dramatic and intense exchange between two characters. The scene opens with one character expressing their anger and frustration towards another, accusing them of betrayal and deceit. The accused character attempts to defend themselves, claiming that their actions were necessary for the greater good. However, the first character remains unconvinced and continues to berate them.

As the argument intensifies, other characters begin to gather around, attempting to intervene and calm the situation. But the two characters at the center of the conflict are too consumed by their emotions to listen to reason. The accused character becomes increasingly desperate, pleading for forgiveness and understanding, while the first character remains cold and unyielding.

Finally, the tension reaches a breaking point, and the accused character is forced to reveal a shocking truth that changes everything. The first character is left stunned and speechless, realizing the gravity of their accusations and the true nature of the situation. The scene ends with a sense of resolution, as the characters come to terms with the truth and begin to move forward.


Most putrefied core, so fair without,
Link: 5.8.1
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Link: 5.8.2
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Link: 5.8.3
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
Link: 5.8.4

Puts off his helmet and hangs his shield behind him

Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons

Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
Link: 5.8.5
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Link: 5.8.6
Even with the vail and darking of the sun,
Link: 5.8.7
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Link: 5.8.8

I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.
Link: 5.8.9

Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
Link: 5.8.10
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down!
Link: 5.8.11
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
Link: 5.8.12
On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain,
Link: 5.8.13
'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.'
Link: 5.8.14
Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.
Link: 5.8.15

The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
Link: 5.8.16

The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
Link: 5.8.17
And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
Link: 5.8.18
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Link: 5.8.19
Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
Link: 5.8.20
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Link: 5.8.21
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
Link: 5.8.22


SCENE IX. Another part of the plains.

Scene 9 of Act 5 of Troilus and Cressida begins with Hector, the greatest warrior of the Trojan army, accepting the challenge of Ajax, the Greek hero, to a one-on-one duel. The two warriors exchange insults and begin fighting, but the battle is interrupted by a messenger who brings news that the Trojan prince Paris has killed Achilles, the greatest warrior of the Greek army.

Hector calls off the duel and rushes to the Trojan gates to see the body of Achilles. He is overjoyed at the news and orders a celebration to be held in honor of Paris. However, his joy is short-lived as he soon learns that the news was false and Achilles is still alive. Hector is disheartened and feels that the gods are against him.

Meanwhile, the Trojan prince Troilus is anguished over his unrequited love for Cressida, who has been traded to the Greeks in exchange for a Trojan prisoner. He decides to go to the Greek camp to see her and convince her to return to him. He disguises himself and sneaks into the camp, where he overhears Cressida confessing her love for him to Diomedes, a Greek warrior. Troilus is heartbroken and vows revenge on both Cressida and Diomedes.

The scene ends with the Trojan army preparing for battle against the Greeks, with Hector leading them into the fray. The audience is left wondering what will happen next in this tale of love, war, and betrayal.

Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR, DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts within

Hark! hark! what shout is that?
Link: 5.9.1

Peace, drums!
Link: 5.9.2
Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles.
Link: 5.9.3

The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
Link: 5.9.4

If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Link: 5.9.5
Great Hector was a man as good as he.
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March patiently along: let one be sent
Link: 5.9.7
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.
Link: 5.9.8
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Link: 5.9.9
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.
Link: 5.9.10

Exeunt, marching

SCENE X. Another part of the plains.

In Scene 10 of Act 5, the Trojan War is in full swing and the Greek forces are advancing towards the city of Troy. The Trojan warrior Hector is preparing for battle and bids farewell to his wife Andromache and their young son. Andromache is deeply worried about Hector's safety and begs him not to go into battle, but Hector insists that he must fight to defend his city and honor.

As Hector leaves, Andromache is left alone with the other Trojan women, who are mourning the impending loss of their husbands and sons in battle. They are joined by the Trojan prophetess Cassandra, who is tormented by visions of the future and warns them of the impending doom that awaits Troy.

Meanwhile, the Greek army advances towards the walls of Troy, led by the warrior Achilles. He is accompanied by his friend Patroclus, who is eager to prove himself in battle. As they approach the city, they are met by Hector, who challenges Achilles to a one-on-one duel.

The two warriors engage in a fierce battle, but in the end, Hector is no match for Achilles and is slain. The Trojan forces are demoralized by Hector's death and begin to retreat, but the Greek army continues to pursue them. As the battle rages on, the fate of Troy hangs in the balance.

Enter AENEAS and Trojans

Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
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Never go home; here starve we out the night.
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Hector is slain.
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Hector! the gods forbid!
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He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
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In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.
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Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
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Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
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I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
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And linger not our sure destructions on!
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My lord, you do discomfort all the host!
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You understand me not that tell me so:
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I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
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But dare all imminence that gods and men
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Address their dangers in. Hector is gone:
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Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
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Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,
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Go in to Troy, and say there, Hector's dead:
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There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
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Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
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Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word,
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Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away:
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Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
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Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,
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Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
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Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
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I'll through and through you! and, thou great-sized coward,
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No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
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I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
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That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.
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Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:
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Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
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Exeunt AENEAS and Trojans

As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDARUS

But hear you, hear you!
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Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame
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Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
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A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world!
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world! world! thus is the poor agent despised!
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O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set
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a-work, and how ill requited! why should our
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endeavour be so loved and the performance so loathed?
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what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see:
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Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
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Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
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And being once subdued in armed tail,
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Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
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Good traders in the flesh, set this in your
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painted cloths.
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As many as be here of pander's hall,
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Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;
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Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
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Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
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Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,
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Some two months hence my will shall here be made:
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It should be now, but that my fear is this,
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Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss:
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Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases,
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And at that time bequeathe you my diseases.
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