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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Pandarus

96

Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is:
if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be
not, she has the mends in her own hands.

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

248

'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Servant

1502

Faith, sir, superficially.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1562

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

5

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1596

Love! ay, that it shall, i' faith.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1613

In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.

7

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Troilus

1741

Are there such? such are not we: praise us as we
are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go
bare till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion
shall have a praise in present: we will not name
desert before his birth, and, being born, his addition
shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus
shall be such to Cressid as what envy can say worst
shall be a mock for his truth, and what truth can
speak truest not truer than Troilus.

8

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Troilus

1757

You know now your hostages; your uncle's word and my
firm faith.

9

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Cressida

1767

Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord,
With the first glance that ever—pardon me—
If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.
I love you now; but not, till now, so much
But I might master it: in faith, I lie;
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown
Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us,
When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not;
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man,
Or that we women had men's privilege
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
For in this rapture I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel! stop my mouth.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Pandarus

1785

Pretty, i' faith.

11

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 1]

Paris

2254

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

12

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4]

Troilus

2517

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

13

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5]

Agamemnon

2785

Worthy of arms! as welcome as to one
That would be rid of such an enemy;
But that's no welcome: understand more clear,
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion;
But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
Strain'd purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome.

14

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Cressida

3073

In faith, I cannot: what would you have me do?

15

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Cressida

3106

In faith, I do not: come hither once again.

16

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Cressida

3117

In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.

17

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Troilus

3128

O beauty! where is thy faith?

18

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Cressida

3149

You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;
I'll give you something else.

19

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 2]

Troilus

3211

This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,
If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,
This is not she. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself!
Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid.
Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
Of this strange nature that a thing inseparate
Divides more wider than the sky and earth,
And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
As Ariachne's broken woof to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and loosed;
And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.

20

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 3]

Hector

3312

No, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;
I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry:
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I'll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy.