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Troy. Before Priam's palace.
[Enter TROILUS armed, and PANDARUS]
TROILUS
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Call^here | my var|let, I'll | unarm | again.
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Why should | I war | without | the walls | of
Troy
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That find | such cru|el bat|tle here | within?
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Each^Tro|jan that | is mast|er of | his heart,
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Let him | to field,| Troilus | alas | hath none.
PANDARUS
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Will this gear | nere be mend|ed?
TROILUS
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The Greeks | are strong,| and skill|ful to |
their strength,
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Fierce to their | skill, and / to their |
fierceness | valiant:
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But I | am weak|er than | a wom|an's tear;
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Tamer | than sleep,| fonder | than ig|norance;
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Less val/iant than | the vir|gin in | the night,
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And skil|less as | unprac|ticed in|fancy.
PANDARUS
Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part, I'll not meddle nor make
no further. He that will have a cake out of the wheat, must needs tarry the
grinding.
TROILUS
Have I not tarried?
PANDARUS
Aye the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.
TROILUS
Have I not tarried?
PANDARUS
Aye the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.
TROILUS
Still have I tarried.
PANDARUS
Aye, to the leavening: but here's yet in the word hereafter, the kneading,
the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you
must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.
TROILUS
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Patience | herself,| what god|dess ere | she be,
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Doth^les|ser blench | at suf|ferance, than / I
do:
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At Pri|am's roy|al tab|le do | I sit;
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And when | fair* Cres|sid comes | into | my
thoughts,
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So (trait|or) then | she comes,| when she | is
thence.
PANDARUS
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Well:
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She | looked yesternight | fairer,| than e||ver I
saw | her look,
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Or an|y wom|an else.
TROILUS
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I was | about | to tell | thee, when | my heart,
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As wed|ged with | a sigh,| would rive | in twain,
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Lest Hec/tor, or my | father | should per|ceive
me:
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I have |(as when | the sun | doth light |
a-scorn)
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Buried | this sigh,| in wrink|le of | a smile:
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But sor|row, that is | couched in | seeming |
gladness,
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Is like | that mirth.| Fate turns to sudden |
sadness.
PANDARUS
And her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's, well go to, there were
no more comparison between the women. But for my part she is my kinswoman, I
would not (as they term it) praise her, but I would somebody had heard her
talk yesterday as I did: I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit,
but--
TROILUS
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O Pan/darus!| I tell | thee Pan/darus
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When I do | tell thee,| there my | hopes lie
drowned:
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Reply | not in | how ma|ny fath|oms deep
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They lie | indrenched.| I tell | thee, I | am mad
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In Cres|sid's love.| Thou ans|werst she | is
fair,
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Pourst in | the op|en ul|cer 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 | compa|rison,| all^whites | are ink)
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Writing their | own re|proach; to whose soft |
seizure,
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The cyg|net's down | is harsh,| and spirit | of
sense
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Hard as the | palm of | plowman.| This thou |
tellst me;
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As true | thou tellst | me, when | I say I | love
her:
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But say|ing thus,| instead | of oil | and balm,
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Thou layst | in eve|ry gash | that love | hath
gi||ven me,
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The knife | that made | it. |
PANDARUS
I speak no more than truth.
TROILUS
Thou dost not speak so much.
PANDARUS
Faith, I'll not meddle in it: Let her be as she is, if she be fair, 'tis the
better for her: and she be not, she has the mends in her own hands.
TROILUS
Good Pandarus: how now Pandarus?
PANDARUS
I have had my labor for my travail, ill-thought on of her, and ill-thought
on of you: gone between and between, but small thanks for my labor.
TROILUS
What art thou angry Pandarus? What with me?
PANDARUS
Because she's kin to me, therefore she's not so fair as Helen, and she were
not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. But
what care I? I care not, and she were a black-a-moor, 'tis all one to me.
TROILUS
Say I she is not fair?
PANDARUS
I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her father:
let her to the Greeks, and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: for my
part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter.
TROILUS
Pandarus?
PANDARUS
Not I.
TROILUS
Sweet Pandarus.
PANDARUS
Pray you speak no more to me, I will leave all as I found it, and there an
end.
[Exit PANDARUS. An alarum]
TROILUS
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Peace you un|gracious | clamors,| 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 dai|ly paint | her
thus.
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I can|not fight | upon | this arg|ument:
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It is / too starved | a sub|ject for | my sword.
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But Pan|darus: 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 tet|chy to | be wooed | to woo,
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As she | is stub|born, chaste,| against all suit.
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Tell me | Apol|lo for | thy Daph|ne's love
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What Cres|sid is,| what Pan|dar, and / what we:
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Her bed | is In|dia, there | she lies,| a pearl,
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Between | our Il|ium, and | where she | resides
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Let it | be called | the wild | and wand|ering
flood,
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Ourself | the merch|ant, and | this sail|ing
Pan||dar,
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Our doubt|ful hope,| our con|voy and | our bark.
[Alarum. Enter AENEAS]
AENEAS
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How now Prince | Troilus?
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Wherefore | not a|field? (tri with prev)
TROILUS
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Because | not there;| this wom|an's ans|wer
sorts.
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For wom|anish | it is | to be | from thence:
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What news | Aene|as, from | the field | today?
AENEAS
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That Pa|ris is | retur|ned home,| and hurt.
TROILUS
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By whom | Aene|as?
AENEAS
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Troilus | by Me|nelaus.
TROILUS
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Let Pa|ris bleed,| 'tis but | a scar | to scorn,
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Paris | is gored | with Me|nela|us' horn.
[Alarum]
AENEAS
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Hark what | good sport is out | of town | today.
TROILUS
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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?
AENEAS
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In all swift haste.
TROILUS
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Come go we | then to|gether.
[Exeunt]