history of troilus and cressida(特洛埃勒斯与克雷雪达)-第2节
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AENEAS。 That Paris is returned home； and hurt。 TROILUS。 By whom；
Aeneas？ AENEAS。 Troilus； by Menelaus。 TROILUS。 Let Paris bleed： 'tis
but a scar to scorn； Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn。 ＇Alarum＇ AENEAS。
Hark what good sport is out of town to…day！ TROILUS。 Better at home； if
'would I might' were 'may。' But to the sport abroad。 Are you bound thither？
AENEAS。 In all swift haste。 TROILUS。 Come； go we then together。
Exeunt
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SCENE 2。 Troy。 A street
Enter CRESSIDA and her man ALEXANDER
CRESSIDA。 Who were those went by？ ALEXANDER。 Queen
Hecuba and Helen。 CRESSIDA。 And whither go they？ ALEXANDER。 Up
to the eastern tower； Whose height commands as subject all the vale； To
see the battle。 Hector； whose patience Is as a virtue fix'd； to…day was mov'd。
He chid Andromache； and struck his armourer； And； like as there were
husbandry in war； Before the sun rose he was harness'd light； And to the
field goes he； where every flower Did as a prophet weep what it foresaw
In Hector's wrath。 CRESSIDA。 What was his cause of anger？
ALEXANDER。 The noise goes； this： there is among the Greeks A lord of
Troyan blood； nephew to Hector； They call him Ajax。 CRESSIDA。 Good；
and what of him？ ALEXANDER。 They say he is a very man per se； And
stands alone。 CRESSIDA。 So do all men； unless they are drunk； sick； or
have no legs。 ALEXANDER。 This man； lady； hath robb'd many beasts of
their particular additions： he is as valiant as a lion； churlish as the bear；
slow as the elephant…a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours
that his valour is crush'd into folly； his folly sauced with discretion。 There
is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of； nor any man an
attaint but he carries some stain of it； he is melancholy without cause and
merry against the hair； he hath the joints of every thing； but everything so
out of joint that he is a gouty Briareus； many hands and no use； or purblind
Argus； all eyes and no sight。 CRESSIDA。 But how should this man； that
makes me smile； make Hector angry？ ALEXANDER。 They say he
yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle and struck him down； the disdain and
shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking。
Enter PANDARUS
CRESSIDA。 Who comes here？ ALEXANDER。 Madam； your uncle
Pandarus。 CRESSIDA。 Hector's a gallant man。 ALEXANDER。 As may be
in the world； lady。 PANDARUS。 What's that？ What's that？ CRESSIDA。
Good morrow； uncle Pandarus。 PANDARUS。 Good morrow； cousin
Cressid。 What do you talk of？… Good morrow； Alexander。…How do you；
cousin？ When were you at Ilium？ CRESSIDA。 This morning； uncle。
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PANDARUS。 What were you talking of when I came？ Was Hector arm'd
and gone ere you came to Ilium？ Helen was not up； was she？ CRESSIDA。
Hector was gone； but Helen was not up。 PANDARUS。 E'en so。 Hector was
stirring early。 CRESSIDA。 That were we talking of； and of his anger。
PANDARUS。 Was he angry？ CRESSIDA。 So he says here。 PANDARUS。
True； he was so； I know the cause too； he'll lay about him today； I can tell
them that。 And there's Troilus will not come far behind him； let them take
heed of Troilus； I can tell them that too。 CRESSIDA。 What； is he angry too？
PANDARUS。 Who； Troilus？ Troilus is the better man of the two。
CRESSIDA。 O Jupiter！ there's no comparison。 PANDARUS。 What； not
between Troilus and Hector？ Do you know a man if you see him？
CRESSIDA。 Ay； if I ever saw him before and knew him。 PANDARUS。
Well； I say Troilus is Troilus。 CRESSIDA。 Then you say as I say； for I am
sure he is not Hector。 PANDARUS。 No； nor Hector is not Troilus in some
degrees。 CRESSIDA。 'Tis just to each of them： he is himself。 PANDARUS。
Himself！ Alas； poor Troilus！ I would he were！ CRESSIDA。 So he is。
PANDARUS。 Condition I had gone barefoot to India。 CRESSIDA。 He is
not Hector。 PANDARUS。 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。 CRESSIDA。 Excuse me。 PANDARUS。 He is elder。
CRESSIDA。 Pardon me； pardon me。 PANDARUS。 Th' other's not come
to't； you shall tell me another tale when th' other's come to't。 Hector shall
not have his wit this year。 CRESSIDA。 He shall not need it if he have his
own。 PANDARUS。 Nor his qualities。 CRESSIDA。 No matter。
PANDARUS。 Nor his beauty。 CRESSIDA。 'Twould not become him： his
own's better。 PANDARUS。 YOU have no judgment； niece。 Helen herself
swore th' other day that Troilus； for a brown favour； for so 'tis； I must
confess… not brown neither… CRESSIDA。 No； but brown。 PANDARUS。
Faith； to say truth； brown and not brown。 CRESSIDA。 To say the truth；
true and not true。 PANDARUS。 She prais'd his complexion above Paris。
CRESSIDA。 Why； Paris hath colour enough。 PANDARUS。 So he has。
CRESSIDA。 Then Troilus should have too much。 If she prais'd him above；
his complexion is higher than his； he having colour enough； and the other
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higher； is too flaming praise for a good complexion。 I had as lief Helen's
golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose。 PANDARUS。 I
swear to you I think Helen loves him better than Paris。 CRESSIDA。 Then
she's a merry Greek indeed。 PANDARUS。 Nay； I am sure she does。 She
came to him th' other day into the compass'd window…and you know he
has not past three or four hairs on his chin… CRESSIDA。 Indeed a tapster's
arithmetic may soon bring his particulars therein to a total。 PANDARUS。
Why； he is very young； and yet will he within three pound lift as much as
his brother Hector。 CRESSIDA。 Is he so young a man and so old a lifter？
PANDARUS。 But to prove to you that Helen loves him： she came and puts
me her white hand to his cloven chin… CRESSIDA。 Juno have mercy！ How
came it cloven？ PANDARUS。 Why； you know； 'tis dimpled。 I think his
smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia。 CRESSIDA。 O；
he smiles valiantly！ PANDARUS。 Does he not？ CRESSIDA。 O yes； an
'twere a cloud in autumn！ PANDARUS。 Why； go to； then！ But to prove to
you that Helen loves Troilus… CRESSIDA。 Troilus will stand to the proof；
if you'll prove it so。 PANDARUS。 Troilus！ Why； he esteems her no more
than I esteem an addle egg。 CRESSIDA。 If you love an addle egg as well
as you love an idle head； you would eat chickens i' th' shell。 PANDARUS。
I cannot choose but laugh to think how she tickled his chin。 Indeed； she
has a marvell's white hand； I must needs confess。 CRESSIDA。 Without the
rack。 PANDARUS。 And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin。
CRESSIDA。 Alas； poor chin！ Many a wart is richer。 PANDARUS。 But
there was such laughing！ Queen Hecuba laugh'd that her eyes ran o'er。
CRESSIDA。 With millstones。 PANDARUS。 And Cassandra laugh'd。
CRESSIDA。 But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes。
Did her eyes run o'er too？ PANDARUS。 And Hector laugh'd。 CRESSIDA。
At what was all this laughing？ PANDARUS。 Marry； at the white hair that
Helen spied on Troilus' chin。 CRESSIDA。 An't had been a green hair I
should have laugh'd too。 PANDARUS。 They laugh'd not so much at the
hair as at his pretty answer。 CRESSIDA。 What was his answer？
PANDARUS。 Quoth she 'Here's but two and fifty hairs on your chin； and
one of them is white。' CRESSIDA。 This is her question。 PANDARUS。
That's true； make no question of that。 'Two and fifty hairs；' quoth he 'and
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one white。 That white hair is my father； and all the rest are his sons。'
'Jupiter！' quoth she 'which of these hairs is Paris my husband？' 'The forked
one；' quoth he； 'pluck't out and give it him。' But there was such la
