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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Pandarus

109

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

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

240

No matter.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3]

Agamemnon

451

Princes,
What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
The ample proposition that hope makes
In all designs begun on earth below
Fails in the promised largeness: cheques and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd,
As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine and divert 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 affined 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.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3]

Agamemnon

523

Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect
That matter needless, of importless burden,
Divide thy lips, than we are confident,
When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws,
We shall hear music, wit and oracle.

5

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Thersites

865

Then would come some matter from him; I see none now.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Achilles

912

Why, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you thus? How now,
Thersites! what's the matter, man?

7

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Achilles

915

Ay; what's the matter?

8

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Achilles

917

So I do: what's the matter?

9

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Thersites

968

'Tis no matter! I shall speak as much as thou
afterwards.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3]

Thersites

1239

If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou
wouldst not have slipped out of my contemplation: but
it is no matter; thyself upon thyself! The common
curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in
great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and
discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy
direction till thy death! then if she that lays thee
out says thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and
sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars.
Amen. Where's Achilles?

11

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3]

Nestor

1312

Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.

12

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3]

Ulysses

1404

O Agamemnon, let it not be so!
We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
When they go from Achilles: shall the proud lord
That bastes his arrogance with his own seam
And never suffers matter of the world
Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve
And ruminate himself, shall he be worshipp'd
Of that we hold an idol more than he?
No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord
Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquired;
Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
As amply titled as Achilles is,
By going to Achilles:
That were to enlard his fat already pride
And add more coals to Cancer when he burns
With entertaining great Hyperion.
This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid,
And say in thunder 'Achilles go to him.'

13

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1575

No, no, no such matter; you are wide: come, your
disposer is sick.

14

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Pandarus

2337

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

15

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Troilus

2355

How now! what's the matter?

16

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Aeneas

2356

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

17

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Cressida

2377

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

18

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Cressida

2379

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

19

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Cressida

2382

O the gods! what's the matter?

20

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 2]

Cressida

2386

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