Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Nor I by Pluto: but that that likes not me, pleases me best. What shall I come? the hour. I, come: O Ioue! do, come: I shall be plagued. Farewell till then. Good night: I prithee come: Troilus farewell; one eye yet looks on thee; But with my heart, the other eye, doth see. Ah poor our sex; this fault in us I find: The error of our eye, directs our mind. What error leads, must err: O then conclude, Minds swayed by eyes, are full of turpitude. A proof of strength she could not publish more; Unless she say, my mind is now turned whore. all's done my Lord. It is. Why stay we then? To make a recordation to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke: But if I tell how these two did coact; Shall I not lie, in publishing a truth? Sith yet there is a credence in my heart: An esperance so obstinately strong, That doth invert that test of eyes and ears; As if those organs had deceptious functions, Created only to calumniate. Was Cressida here? I cannot conjure Trojan. She was not sure. Most sure she was. Why my negation hath no taste of madness? Nor mine my Lord: Cressida was here but now. Let it not be believed for womanhood: Think we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn Critics, apt without a theme For depravation, to square the general sex By Cressida's rule. Rather think this not Cressida. What hath she done Prince, that can soil our mothers? Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes? This she? no, this is Diomids Cressida: If beauty have a soul, this is not she: If souls guide vows; if vows are sanctimony; If sanctimony be the god's delight: If there be rule in unity itself, This is not she: O madness of discourse That cause sets up, with, and against thyself By foul authority: where reason can revolt Without perdition, and loss assume all reason, Without revolt. This is, and is not Cressida: Within my soul, there doth conduce a fight Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate, Divides more wider than the sky and earth: And yet the spacious breadth of this division, Admits no Orifex for a point as subtle, As Ariachnes broken woof to enter: Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates: Cressida is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven; Instance, O instance, strong as heaven itself: The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved, and loosed, And with another knot five finger tied, The fractions of her faith, orts of her love: The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy relics, Of her ore-eaten faith, are bound to Diomedes May worthy Troilus be half attached With that which here his passion doth express?
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Nor I by Pluto: but that that likes not me, pleaſes me beſt. What ſhall I come? the houre. I, come: O Ioue! doe, come: I ſhall be plagu'd. Farewell till then. Good night: I prythee come: Troylus farewell; one eye yet lookes on thee; But with my heart, the other eye, doth ſee. Ah poore our ſexe; this fault in vs I finde: The errour of our eye, directs our minde. What errour leads, muſt erre: O then conclude, Mindes ſwai'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. A proofe of ſtrength ſhe could not publiſh more; Vnleſſe ſhe ſay, my minde is now turn'd whore. Al's done my Lord. It is. Why ſtay we then? To make a recordation to my ſoule Of euery ſyllable that here was ſpoke: But if I tell how theſe two did coact; Shall I not lye, in publiſhing a truth? Sith yet there is a credence in my heart: An eſperance ſo obſtinately ſtrong, That doth inuert that teſt of eyes and eares; As if thoſe organs had deceptious functions, Created onely to calumniate. Was Creſſed here? I cannot coniure Troian. She was not ſure. Moſt ſure ſhe was. Why my negation hath no taſte of madneſſe? Nor mine my Lord: Creſſid was here but now. Let it not be beleeu'd for womanhood: Thinke we had mothers; doe not giue aduantage To ſtubborne Criticks, apt without a theame For deprauation, to ſquare the generall ſex By Creſſids rule. Rather thinke this not Creſſid. What hath ſhe done Prince, that can ſoyle our mothers? Nothing at all, vnleſſe that this were ſhe. Will he ſwagger himſelfe out on's owne eyes? This ſhe? no, this is Diomids Creſſid : If beautie haue a ſoule, this is not ſhe: If ſoules guide vowes; if vowes are ſanctimonie; If ſanctimonie be the gods delight: If there be rule in vnitie it ſelfe, This is not ſhe: O madneſſe of diſcourſe That cauſe ſets vp, with, and againſt thy ſelfe By foule authoritie: where reaſon can reuolt Without perdition, and loſſe aſſume all reaſon, Without reuolt. This is, and is not Creſſid: Within my ſoule, there doth conduce a fight Of this ſtrange nature, that a thing inſeperate, Diuides more wider then the skie and earth: And yet the ſpacious bredth of this diuiſion▪ Admits no Orifex for a point as ſubtle, As Ariachnes broken woofe to enter: Inſtance, O inſtance! ſtrong as Plutoes gates: Creſſid is mine, tied with the bonds of heauen; Inſtance, O inſtance, ſtrong as heauen it ſelfe: The bonds of heauen are ſlipt, diſſolu'd, and loos'd, And with another knot fiue finger tied, The fractions of her faith, orts of her loue: The fragments, ſcraps, the bits, and greazie reliques, Of her ore-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed May worthy Troylus be halfe attached With that which here his paſſion doth expreſſe?