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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

33

Call here my varlet; I'll unarm again:
Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
That find such cruel battle here within?
Each Trojan that is master of his heart,
Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none.

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Alexander

156

Up to the eastern tower,
Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was moved:
He chid Andromache and struck his armourer,
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the sun rose he was harness'd light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
In Hector's wrath.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

166

What was his cause of anger?

4

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Alexander

174

This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their
particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion,
churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man
into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his
valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with
discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that he
hath not a glimpse of, nor any man an attaint but he
carries some stain of it: he is melancholy without
cause, and merry against the hair: he hath the
joints of every thing, but everything so out of joint
that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use,
or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.

5

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

207

That were we talking of, and of his anger.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

235

Th' other's not come to't; you shall tell me another
tale, when th' other's come to't. Hector shall not
have his wit this year.

7

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

238

He shall not need it, if he have his own.

8

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

239

Nor his qualities.

9

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

241

Nor his beauty.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

242

'Twould not become him; his own's better.

11

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

250

She praised his complexion above Paris.

12

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

253

Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised
him above, his complexion is higher than his; he
having colour enough, and the other higher, is too
flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as
lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for
a copper nose.

13

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

261

Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him th' other
day into the compassed window,—and, you know, he
has not past three or four hairs on his chin,—

14

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

264

Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his
particulars therein to a total.

15

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

266

Why, he is very young: and yet will he, within
three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector.

16

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

269

But to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came
and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin—

17

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

272

Why, you know 'tis dimpled: I think his smiling
becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.

18

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

285

I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled
his chin: indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I
must needs confess,—

19

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

289

And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.

20

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

302

They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.