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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

115

Sweet Pandarus,—

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

323

Hark! they are coming from the field: shall we
stand up here, and see them as they pass toward
Ilium? good niece, do, sweet niece Cressida.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

432

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 beloved 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.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 2]

Priam

1140

Paris, you speak
Like one besotted on your sweet delights:
You have the honey still, but these the gall;
So to be valiant is no praise at all.

5

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3]

Ulysses

1462

Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure;
Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:
Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Thrice famed, beyond all erudition:
But he that disciplined thy arms to fight,
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
And give him half: and, for thy vigour,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor;
Instructed by the antiquary times,
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise:
Put pardon, father Nestor, were your days
As green as Ajax' and your brain so temper'd,
You should not have the eminence of him,
But be as Ajax.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1540

You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair
prince, here is good broken music.

7

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1554

Well, sweet queen. you are pleasant with me. But,
marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord and most esteemed
friend, your brother Troilus,—

8

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1558

Go to, sweet queen, to go:—commends himself most
affectionately to you,—

9

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1562

Sweet queen, sweet queen! that's a sweet queen, i' faith.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1563

And to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.

11

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1569

What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet queen?

12

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1572

What says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out
with you. You must not know where he sups.

13

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1581

You spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an
instrument. Now, sweet queen.

14

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1584

My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have,
sweet queen.

15

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1591

Ay, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou
hast a fine forehead.

16

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1617

Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot
thoughts, and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers:
is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's
a-field to-day?

17

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1629

Farewell, sweet queen.

18

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1631

I will, sweet queen.

19

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Paris

1634

They're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,
To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
Shall more obey than to the edge of steel
Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more
Than all the island kings,—disarm great Hector.

20

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Paris

1645

Sweet, above thought I love thee.