Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 492 words
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But how should this man that makes me smile, make Hector angry? They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle and stroke him down, the disdained & shame whereof, hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking. Who comes here? Madam your Uncle Pandarus. Hector's a gallant man. As may be in the world Lady. What's that? what's that? Good morrow Uncle Pandarus. Good morrow Cousin Cressida: what do you talk of? good morrow Alexander: how do you Cousin? when were you at Ilium? This morning uncle. What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector armed and gone ere yea came to Ilium? Helen was not up? was she? Hector was gone but Helen was not up? E'en so; Hector was stirring early. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Was he angry? So he says here. True he was so; I know the cause too, he'll lay about him to day 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. What is he angry too? Who Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. Oh Iupiter; there's no comparison. What not between Troilus and Hector? do you know a man if you see him? I, if I ever saw him before and knew him. Well I say Troilus is Troilus. Then you say as I say, For I am sure he is not Hector. No not Hector is not Troilus in some degrees. 'Tis just, to each of them he is himself. Himself? alas poor Troilus I would he were. So he is. Condition I had gone barefoot to India. He is not Hector. 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. Excuse me. He is elder. Pardon me, pardon me. The others not come too't, you shall tell me another tale when th' others come too't: Hector shall not have his will this year. He shall not need it if he have his own. Nor his qualities. No matter. Nor his beauty. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. You have no judgement Niece; Helen herself swore th' other day, that Troilus for a brown favour (for so 'tis I must confess) not brown neither. No, but brown. Faith to say truth, brown and not brown. To say the truth, true and not true. She praised his complexion above Paris. Why Paris hath colour enough. So, he has. Then Troilus should have too much, if she prasied him above, his complexion is higher than his, he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion, I had as lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose.
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But how ſhould this man that makes me ſmile, make Hector angry? They ſay he yeſterday cop'd Hector in the battell and ſtroke him downe, the diſdaind & ſhame whereof, hath euer ſince kept Hector faſting and waking. Who comes here? Madam your Vncle Pandarus. Hectors a gallant man. As may be in the world Lady. What's that? what's that? Good morrow Vncle Pandarus. Good morrow Cozen Creſſid: what do you talke of? good morrow Alexander: how do you Cozen? when were you at Illium? This morning Vncle. What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector arm'd and gon ere yea came to Illium? Hellen was not vp? was ſhe? Hector was gone but Hellen was not vp? E'ene ſo; Hector was ſtirring early. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Was he angry? So he ſaies here. True he was ſo; I know the cauſe too, heele lay about him to day I can tell them that▪ and there's Troylus will not come farre behind him, let them take heede of Troylus; I can tell them that too. What is he angry too? Who Troylus? Troylus is the better man of the two. Oh Iupiter; there's no compariſon. What not betweene Troylus and Hector? do you know a man if you ſee him? I, if I euer ſaw him before and knew him. Well I ſay Troylus is Troylus. Then you ſay as I ſay, For I am ſure he is not Hector. No not Hector is not Troylus in ſome degrees. 'Tis iuſt, to each of them he is himſelfe. Himſelfe? alas poore Troylus I would he were. So he is. Condition I had gone bare-foote to India. He is not Hector. Himſelfe? no? hee's not himſelfe, would a were himſelfe: well, the Gods are aboue, time muſt friend or end: well Troylus well, I would my heart were in her body; no, Hector is not a better man then Troylus. Excuſe me. He is elder. Pardon me, pardon me. Th' others not come too't, you ſhall tell me another tale when th' others come too't: Hector ſhall not haue his will this yeare. He ſhall not neede it if he haue his owne. Nor his qualities. No matter. Nor his beautie. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. You haue no iudgement Neece; Hellen her ſelfe ſwore th' other day, that Troylus for a browne fauour (for ſo 'tis I muſt confeſſe) not browne neither. No, but browne. Faith to ſay truth, browne and not browne. To ſay the truth, true and not true. She prais'd his complexion aboue Paris. Why Paris hath colour inough. So, he has. Then Troylus ſhould haue too much, if ſhe prasi'd him aboue, his complexion is higher then his, he hauing colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praiſe for a good complexion, I had as lieue Hellens golden tongue had commended Troylus for a copper noſe.