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1

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

(stage directions)

32

[Enter TROILUS armed, and PANDARUS]

2

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

78

O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,—
When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd,
Reply not in how many fathoms deep
They lie indrench'd. I tell thee I am mad
In Cressid's love: thou answer'st 'she is fair;'
Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice,
Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure
The cygnet's down is harsh and spirit of sense
Hard as the palm of ploughman: this thou tell'st me,
As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her;
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me
The knife that made it.

3

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

99

Good Pandarus, how now, Pandarus!

4

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

103

What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me?

5

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

113

Pandarus,—

6

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

Troilus

115

Sweet Pandarus,—

7

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1]

(stage directions)

118

[Exit PANDARUS. An alarum]

8

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.

9

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Alexander

192

Madam, your uncle Pandarus.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

(stage directions)

193

[Enter PANDARUS]

11

Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2]

Cressida

197

Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

12

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.

13

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

(stage directions)

1492

[Enter a Servant and PANDARUS]

14

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Pandarus

1503

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

15

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1557

My Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,—

16

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1568

My Lord Pandarus,—

17

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 1]

Helen

1625

He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.

18

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

(stage directions)

1647

[Enter PANDARUS and Troilus's Boy, meeting]

19

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

Troilus

1657

No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
And give me swift transportance to those fields
Where I may wallow in the lily-beds
Proposed for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings
And fly with me to Cressid!

20

Troilus and Cressida
[III, 2]

(stage directions)

1679

[Re-enter PANDARUS]