Troilus and Cressida
play by William Shakespeare
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
edit- 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 meets
In mere oppugnancy:- Ulysses, scene iii (~line 115)
the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe.
- There is seen
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of things to come at large.- Nestor, scene iii
Act II
edit- Modest doubt is call’d
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst.- Hector, scene ii
- The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance.
- Thersites, scene iii
Act III
edit- 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 hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In 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
edit- There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At 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