The History of Troilus and Cressida. Уильям Шекспир

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he never saw three and twenty. Go thy way,

          Troilus, go thy way. Had I a sister were a grace or a

      daughter a

          goddess, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris?

      Paris

          is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give

      an

          eye to boot.

        CRESSIDA. Here comes more.

      Common soldiers pass

        PANDARUS. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran!

          porridge after meat! I could live and die in the eyes of

      Troilus.

          Ne'er look, ne'er look; the eagles are gone. Crows and daws,

          crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus than

          Agamemnon and all Greece.

        CRESSIDA. There is amongst the Greeks Achilles, a better man

      than

          Troilus.

        PANDARUS. Achilles? A drayman, a porter, a very camel!

        CRESSIDA. Well, well.

        PANDARUS. Well, well! Why, have you any discretion? Have you

      any

          eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good

          shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue,

      youth,

          liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a

      man?

        CRESSIDA. Ay, a minc'd man; and then to be bak'd with no date

      in

          the pie, for then the man's date is out.

        PANDARUS. You are such a woman! A man knows not at what ward

      you

          lie.

        CRESSIDA. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to

      defend

          my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask,

      to

          defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these; and at all

      these

          wards I lie at, at a thousand watches.

        PANDARUS. Say one of your watches.

        CRESSIDA. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the

          chiefest of them too. If I cannot ward what I would not have

      hit,

          I can watch you for telling how I took the blow; unless it

      swell

          past hiding, and then it's past watching

        PANDARUS. You are such another!

      Enter TROILUS' BOY

        BOY. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.

        PANDARUS. Where?

        BOY. At your own house; there he unarms him.

        PANDARUS. Good boy, tell him I come. Exit

      Boy

          I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.

        CRESSIDA. Adieu, uncle.

        PANDARUS. I will be with you, niece, by and by.

        CRESSIDA. To bring, uncle.

        PANDARUS. Ay, a token from Troilus.

        CRESSIDA. By the same token, you are a bawd.

Exit

      PANDARUS

          Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,

          He offers in another's enterprise;

          But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see

          Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be,

          Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:

          Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.

          That she belov'd knows nought that knows not this:

          Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is.

          That she was never yet that ever knew

          Love got so sweet as when desire did sue;

          Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:

          Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech.

          Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,

          Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

      Exit

      ACT I. SCENE 3. The Grecian camp. Before AGAMEMNON'S tent

      Sennet. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, MENELAUS, and others

        AGAMEMNON. Princes,

          What grief hath set these jaundies o'er your cheeks?

          The ample proposition that hope makes

          In all designs begun on earth below

          Fails in the promis'd largeness; checks and disasters

          Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd,

          As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,

          Infects the sound pine, and diverts his grain

          Tortive and errant from his course of growth.

          Nor, princes, is it matter new to us

          That we come short of our suppose so far

          That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls stand;

          Sith every action that hath gone before,

          Whereof we have record, trial did draw

          Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,

          And that unbodied figure of the thought

          That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,

          Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works

          And call them shames, which are, indeed, nought else

          But the protractive trials of great Jove

          To find persistive constancy in men;

          The fineness of which metal is not found

          In fortune's love? For then the bold and coward,

          The wise and fool, the artist and unread,

          The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin.

          But in the wind and tempest of her frown

          Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,

          Puffing at all, winnows the light away;

          And what hath mass or matter by itself

          Lies rich in virtue and unmingled.

        NESTOR. With due observance of thy godlike seat,

          Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

          Thy


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