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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Pandarus

228

Himself! no, he's not himself: would a' were
himself! Well, the gods are above; time must friend
or end: well, Troilus, well: I would my heart were
in her body. No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.

2

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1493

Friend, you! pray you, a word: do not you follow
the young Lord Paris?

3

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1503

Friend, know me better; I am the Lord Pandarus.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1507

Grace! not so, friend: honour and lordship are my titles.
[Music within]
What music is this?

5

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1515

At whose pleasure, friend

6

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1517

Command, I mean, friend.

7

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1519

Friend, we understand not one another: I am too
courtly and thou art too cunning. At whose request
do these men play?

8

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,—

9

Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 4]

Troilus

2502

And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 5]

Ulysses

3487

O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend
And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd and at it,
Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution,
Engaging and redeeming of himself
With such a careless force and forceless care
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.