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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

119

Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds!
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
I cannot fight upon this argument;
It is too starved a subject for my sword.
But Pandarus,—O gods, how do you plague me!
I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;
And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo.
As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?
Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl:
Between our Ilium and where she resides,
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood,
Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar
Our doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark.

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

379

Peace, for shame, peace!

3

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3]

Aeneas

691

Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd,
As bending angels; that's their fame in peace:
But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,
Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and,
Jove's accord,
Nothing so full of heart. But peace, AEneas,
Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips!
The worthiness of praise distains his worth,
If that the praised himself bring the praise forth:
But what the repining enemy commends,
That breath fame blows; that praise, sole sure,
transcends.

4

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Achilles

941

Peace, fool!

5

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Thersites

942

I would have peace and quietness, but the fool will
not: he there: that he: look you there.

6

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Patroclus

970

No more words, Thersites; peace!

7

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Thersites

971

I will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I?

8

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 2]

Hector

997

Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I
As far as toucheth my particular,
Yet, dread Priam,
There is no lady of more softer bowels,
More spongy to suck in the sense of fear,
More ready to cry out 'Who knows what follows?'
Than Hector is: the wound of peace is surety,
Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:
Since the first sword was drawn about this question,
Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes,
Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours:
If we have lost so many tenths of ours,
To guard a thing not ours nor worth to us,
Had it our name, the value of one ten,
What merit's in that reason which denies
The yielding of her up?

9

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 2]

Hector

1098

Peace, sister, peace!

10

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 3]

Thersites

1269

Peace, fool! I have not done.

11

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 3]

Achilles

2117

Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
I'll send the fool to Ajax and desire him
To invite the Trojan lords after the combat
To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing,
An appetite that I am sick withal,
To see great Hector in his weeds of peace,
To talk with him and to behold his visage,
Even to my full of view.
[Enter THERSITES]
A labour saved!

12

Troilus and Cressida
[V, 9]

Nestor

3620

Peace, drums!
[Within]
Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles.