PROLOGUE.. In Troy there lies the scene. From isles of The Princes orgulous, their high blood chaf'd, With wanton Paris sleeps; And that's the quarrel. And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, Sets all on hazard: A prologue arm'd, And hither am I come but not in confidence Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited To tell you, fair beholders, that our play Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are; Helenus, Aeneas, Autenor,} Trojan Commanders. Calchas, a Trojan priest, taking part with the Greeks. Pandarts, Uncle to Cressida. Margarelon, a bastard son of Priam. Agamemnon, the Grecian General: Patroclus, Thersites, a deformed and scurrilous Greciau. Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Servant to Diomedes. Helen, wife to Menelaus. Androtnache, wife to Hector. Cassandra, daughter to Priam; a Prophetess. 1 I Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants. SCENE, Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. ACTI SCENE I Troy. Before Priam's Palace. Enter TROILUS arm'd, and PANDARUS Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again: Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiants Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding. Tro. Have I not tarry'd? Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting |