Troilus and Cressida

Troilus and Criseyde Troilus and Cressida is a play by William Shakespeare, probably written around 1602. The play is set at Troy during the Trojan War where Troilus and Cressida begin a love affair. Cressida is forced to leave Troy to join her father in the Greek camp. Meanwhile the Greeks endeavour to lessen the pride of Achilles.It is called a history play in the Quarto edition (1609), and a tragedy in the First Folio (1623). Critics now often treat it as a "problem play." Act I He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Pandarus, scene i I have had my labour for my travail. Pandarus, scene i Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing. Cressida, scene ii, line 313 The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,Observe degree, priority, and place,Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,Office, and custom, in all line of order. Ulysses, scene iii Take but degree away, untune that string,And hark, what discord follows! each thing meetsIn mere oppugnancy: the bounded watersShould lift their bosoms higher than the shores,And make a sop of all this solid globe. Ulysses, scene iii (~line 115) There is seenThe baby figure of the giant massOf things to come at large. Nestor, scene iii Act II Modest doubt is call’dThe beacon of the wise, the tent that searchesTo the bottom of the worst. Hector, scene ii The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance. Thersites, scene iii Act III They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. Cressida, scene ii Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion,A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes. Ulysses, scene iii Perséverance, dear my lord,Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hangQuite out of fashion, like a rusty mailIn monumental mockery. Ulysses, scene iii Time is like a fashionable host,That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,Grasps-in the comer: the welcome ever smiles,And farewell goes out sighing. Ulysses, scene iii One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Ulysses, scene iii All, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,Though they are made and moulded of things past;And give to dust, that is a little gilt,More laud than gilt o’erdusted. Ulysses, scene iii And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,Be shook to airy air. Patroclus, scene iii A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. Thersites, scene ix Act IV There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look outAt every joint and motive of her body. Ulysses, scene v His heart and hand both open and both free;For what he has he gives, what thinks, he shows;Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. Ulysses, scene v The end crowns all;And that old common arbitrator, Time,Will one day end it. Hector, scene v External links Category:Shakespearean tragedies