Maximillian E. Novak and George Robert Guffey (eds), The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 13: Plays; All for Love; Oedipus; Troilus and Cressida
Critical ApparatusEnter Pandarus, Troilus, Cressida.1
Pand. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a babie; Critical Apparatus2swear the oathes now to her, that you swore to me: what, are you 3gone again? you must be watch'd ere you are made tame must Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus4you? why don't you speak to her first?———Come draw this 5Curtain, and lets see your picture: alas a day, how loath you are Critical Apparatus6to offend day-light!———Critical Apparatus(They kisse.) That's well, that's well, pg 294Critical Apparatus7nay you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you.———So so 8———so so———9
Troil. You have bereft me of all words, fair Cressida.Critical Apparatus10
Pand. Words, pay no debts; give her deeds.———What, bill-Critical Apparatus11ing again! here's in witness whereof the parties interchangeably Critical Apparatus12———Come in, come in, you lose time both.Critical Apparatus13
Troil. O Cressida, how often have I wish'd me here!Critical Apparatus14
Cressi. Wish'd my Lord!———the Gods grant!———O my 15Lord.———16
Troil. What shou'd they grant? what makes this pretty inter-17ruption in thy words?18
Cressi. I speak I know not what!19
Troil. Speak ever so; and if I answer you 20I know not what, it shews the more of love. 21Love is a child that talks in broken language, 22Yet then he speaks most plain.23
Cress. I finde it true, that to be wise and love 24Are inconsistent things.Critical Apparatus25
Pand. What blushing still, have you not done talking yet!Critical Apparatus26
Cress. Well Unkle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.27 Critical Apparatus[Aside.30
Troil. You know your pledges now, your Unkles word and my 31firm faith.Critical Apparatus32
Pand. Nay I'le give my word for her too: our kindred are con-33stant: they are burrs I can assure you, they'll stick where they 34are thrown.35
Cress. Boldness comes to me now, and I can speak:
Critical Apparatus36Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you long.pg 295 Critical Apparatus37
Troil. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?Editor’s Note38
Cress. Hard to seem wonn; but I was wonn my Lord.
Critical Apparatus39What have I blabb'd? who will be true to us,
40When we are so unfaithfull to our selves!
Critical Apparatus41O bid me hold my tongue; for in this rapture
42Sure I shall speak what I shou'd soon repent.
43But stop my mouth.44
Troil. A sweet command; and willingly obey'd.Critical Apparatus[Kisses.Critical Apparatus45
Pand. Pretty i'faith!46
Cress. My Lord I do beseech you pardon me,
47'Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kisse.
48I am asham'd: O heavens what have I done!
49For this time let me take my leave, my Lord.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus50
Pand. Leave! and you take leave till to morrow morning, call 51me Cut.52
Cress. Pray let me go.
Troil. Why what offends you, Madam?Critical Apparatus53
Cress. My own company.54
Troil. You cannot shun your self.
Cress. Let me go and try:
55I have a kind of self resides in you.Editor’s Note56
Troil. Oh that I thought truth cou'd be in a woman!
57(As if it can, I will presume in you)
58That my integrity and faith might meet
59The same return from her who has my heart.
Critical Apparatus60How shou'd I be exalted! but alas
61I am more plain then dull simplicity!
Critical Apparatus62And artless, as the infancy of truth.63
Cress. In that I must not yield to you my Lord.64
Troil. All constant Lovers shall, in future Ages,
Critical Apparatus65Approve their truth by Troilus: when their verse
Critical Apparatus66Wants similes (as turtles to their mates;
pg 296Critical Apparatus67Or true as flowing tides are to the Moon:
Critical Apparatus68Earth to the Center: Iron to Adamant)
69At last when truth is tir'd with repetition;
Critical Apparatus70As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,
71And sanctify the Numbers.72
Cress. Prophet may you be!
73If I am false, or swerve from truth of love,
74When time is old, and has forgot it self,
75In all things else, let it remember me;
76And after all comparisons of falshood
Critical Apparatus77To stabb the heart of perjury in Maids,
Critical Apparatus78Let it be said, As false as Cressida.79
Pand. Go to, little ones: a bargain made: here I hold your 80hand, and here my Cousins: if ever you prove false to one an-Critical Apparatus81other, after I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all 82pitifull goers between, be call'd to the worlds end after my Editor’s Note83name, Pandars.84
Cress. And will you promise that the holy Priest Critical Apparatus85Shall make us one for ever?Editor’s Note86
Pand. Priests! marry hang 'em! they make you one! go in, go 87in, and make your selves one without a priest: I'le have no priests 88work in my house.Critical Apparatus89
Cress. I'le not consent unless you swear.90
Pand. I, do, do, swear; a pretty woman's worth an oath at any 91time. Keep or break as time shall try; but 'tis good to swear, for Critical Apparatus92the saving of her credit: Hang 'em, sweet Rogues, they never ex-93pect a Man shou'd keep it. Let him but swear, and that's all they 94care for.95
Troil. Heavens prosper me as I devoutly swear, 96Never to be but yours.97
Pand. Whereupon I will lead you into a chamber: and sup-Critical Apparatus98pose there be a bed in't; as i'fack, I know not: but you'll forgive pg 297Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus99me, if there be: away, away, you naughty hildings: get you to-100gether, get you Editor’s Note101together. Ah you wags, do you leer indeed at one 102another! do the neyes twinkle at him! get you together, get you together.Critical Apparatus[Leads them out. Enter at one door Æneas with a Torch; at another Hector, Diomede with Torches.Editor’s Note103
Hect. So ho; who goes there? Æneas!104
Æneas. Prince Hector!105
Diom. Good morrow Lord Æneas.Critical Apparatus106
Hect. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand;
107Witnesse the processe of your speech within;
108You told how Diomede a whole week by days
109Did haunt you in the field.110
Æneas. Health to you, valiant Sir,
111During all business of the gentle truce;
112But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance
113As heart can think, or courage execute.Critical Apparatus114
Diom. Both one and t'other, Diomede embraces.
115Our bloods are now in calm; and so, long health;
Critical Apparatus116But when contention, and occasion meet,Critical Apparatus118
Æneas. And thou shalt hunt a Lyon that will fly
Critical Apparatus119With his face backward: welcome Diomede,
120Welcome to Troy: now by Anchises Soul
121No man alive can love in such a sort
122The thing he means to kill, more excellently.123
Diom. We know each other well.Critical Apparatus124
Æne. We do; and long to know each other worse.pg 298[To Hect.]
Critical Apparatus125My Lord, the King has sent for me in haste:
126Know you the reason?
Hect. Yes: his purpose meets you.
Critical Apparatus127It was to bring this Greek to Calchas's house,
128Where Pandarus his Brother, and his Daughter
129Fair Cressida reside: and there to render
Critical Apparatus130For our Antenor, now redeem'd from prison,
Critical Apparatus131The Lady Cressida.132
Æne. What! Has the King resolv'd to gratifie
Critical Apparatus133That Traytor Calchas, who forsook his Country,
134And turn'd to them, by giving up this pledge?135
Hect. The bitter disposition of the time
Critical Apparatus136Is such, though Calchas as a fugitive
Critical Apparatus137Deserve it not, that we must free Anterior,
138On whose wise Counsels, we can most rely:
139And therefore Cressida must be return'd.Critical Apparatus140
Æne. A word my Lord———Your pardon Diomede———
Critical Apparatus141Your Brother Troilus, to my certain knowledg,
Critical Apparatus142Does lodge this night in Pandarus his house.Critical Apparatus143
Hect. Go you before: tell him of our approach,
Critical Apparatus144Which will I fear be much unwelcome to him.145
Æne. I assure you
Critical Apparatus146Troilus had rather Troy were born to Greece
147Than Cressida from Troy.148
Hect. I know it well: and how he is beside,
Critical Apparatus149Of hasty blood.
Æne. He will not hear me speak:
pg 299150But I have noted long betwixt you two
151A more than Brothers love: an awfull homage
152The fiery youth pays to your elder vertue.153
Hect. Leave it to me; I'le manage him alone:
Critical Apparatus154Attend you Diomede. My Lord good morrow:Critical Apparatus[To Diomed.
155An urgent business takes me from the pleasure
156Your company affords me; but Æneas
157With joy will undertake to serve you here,
Critical Apparatus158And to supply my room.
Æneas to Diomed. My Lord I wait you.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus[Exeunt severally; Diomede with Æneas, Hector at another door. Enter Pandarus: a Servant: Musick.159
Pand. Softly, villain, softly; I would not for half Troy the Lov-160ers should be disturb'd under my roof; listen rogue, listen, do 161they breathe?Critical Apparatus162
Serv. Yes, Sir, I hear by some certain signes, they are both Critical Apparatus163awake.Critical Apparatus164
Pand. That's as it shou'd be: that's well a both sides. Critical Apparatus[Listens.] 165Yes faith they are both alive:———there was a creake! there was Critical Apparatus166a creake! they are both alive and alive like; there was a creake! a 167ha boyes!———Is the musick ready?Critical Apparatus168
Serv. Shall they strike up Sir?169
Pand. Art thou sure they do not know the parties?Editor’s Note170
Serv. They play to the Man in the Moon for ought they know.Critical Apparatus171Critical ApparatusMusick, and then Song: during which Pandarus listens.
Pand. To the Man in the Moon? ah Rogue! do they so indeed pg 300172Rogue! I understand, thee: thou art a wag; thou art a wagg. 173Come towze rowze! in the name of love, strike up boys!
- 174Can life be a blessing,
- 175 Or worth the possessing,
- 176 Can life be a blessing if love were away?
- 177 Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking,
- 178 And though he torment us with cares all the day,
- Critical Apparatus179 Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking,
- 180 There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay.
- In every possessing,
- 182 The ravishing blessing,
- 183 In every possessing the fruit of our pain,
- 184 Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
- 185 Whate're they have suffer'd and done to obtain;
- 186 'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
- 187 When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.Editor’s Note188
Pand. Put up, and vanish; they are coming out; what a ferrup, 189will you play when the dance is done? I say vanish.Critical Apparatus[Exit Musick.Critical Apparatus190
Pand. peeping. Good i'faith; good i'faith! what, hand in Editor’s Note191hand!———a fair quarrell, well ended! do, do, walk him, walk 192him; A good girl, a discreet girl: I see she'll make the most of him.Enter Troil. and Cressida.193
Troil. Farewell, my life! leave me and back to bed:
194Sleep seal those pretty eyes;
pg 301195And tye thy sences in as soft a band
196As Infants voyd of thought.Critical Apparatus197
Pandar. shewing himself. How now, how now, how go matters?
198hear you Maid, hear you; where's my Cousin Cressida?199
Cress. Go hang your self you naughty mocking Unkle:
200You bring me to do ill and then you jeere me!201
Pand. What ill have I brought you to do? say what if you dare
202now! My Lord have I brought her to do ill?203
Cress. Come, come, beshrew your heart; you'll neither be good
204your self, nor suffer others.205Critical Apparatus[Knock within.
Pand. Alas poor wench; alas poor Devil; hast not slept to night?
Critical Apparatus206wou'd a not (a naughty Man) let it sleep one twinkle? A bugbear
207take him!Critical Apparatus208
Cress. Who's that at door? good Uncle go and see.
209My Lord come you again into my chamber!
210You smile and mock as if I meant naughtily!211
Troil. Indeed, indeed!Critical Apparatus212Critical Apparatus[Exeunt Troil. Cressida.
Cress. Come, y'are deceiv'd; I think of no such thing.[Knock again.
Critical Apparatus213How earnestly they knock! pray come in:
214I wou'd not for all Troy, you were seen here.Critical Apparatus215Enter Hector.
Pand. Who's there? what's the matter? Will you beat down the
Hect. Good morrow my Lord Pandarus; good morrow!Critical Apparatus218
Pand. Who's there? Prince Hector! what news with you so
219early?pg 302 220
Hect. Is not my Brother Troilus here?221
Pand. Here! what shou'd he do here?Critical Apparatus222
Hect. Come, he is here my Lord, do not deny him:
223It does import him much to speak with me.224
Pand. Is he here say you? 'tis more than I know, I'le be sworn!
225For my own part I came in late!———what shou'd he do here?226
Hect. Come, come you do him wrong ere y'are aware; you'll
227be so true to him, that you'll be false to him: you shall not know
228he's here; but yet go fetch him hither:———goe.[Exit Pandarus. Enter Troilus.
Editor’s Note229I bring you Brother, most unwelcome news;
230But since of force you are to hear it told,
231I thought a friend and Brother best might tell it:
232Therefore, before I speak, arm well your mind
233And think y'are to be touch'd ev'n to the quick;
234That so, prepar'd for ill you may be less
235Surpris'd to hear the worst.236
Troil. See Hector, what it is to be your Brother,
237I stand prepar'd already.
Hect. Come, you are not,
238I know you Troilus, you are hot and fiery:
239You kindle at a wrong; and catch it quick
240As stubble does the flame.
Troil. 'Tis heat of blood
241And rashness of my youth; I'le mend that errour:
242Begin and try my temper.
Hect. Can you think
Critical Apparatus243Of that one thing which most cou'd urge your anger,
244Drive you to madness, plunge you in despair,
245And make you hate ev'n me?
Troil. There can be nothing.
246I love you Brother, with that awful love
247I bear to Heav'n, and to superior vertue,
248And when I quit this love you must be that
pg 303Critical Apparatus249Which Hector ne're can be.
Hect. Remember well
250What you have said: for when I claim your promise
251I shall expect performance.
Troil. I am taught:
252I will not rage.
Hect. Nor grieve beyond a man.Critical Apparatus253
Troil. I wo'not be a woman.
Hect. Do not Brother:
254And I will tell my news, in terms so mild,
255So tender, and so fearful to offend
256As Mothers use to sooth their froward Babes;
257Nay I will swear as you have sworn to me,
258That if some gust of passion swell your soul
259To words intemperate, I will bear with you.260
Troil. What wou'd this pomp of preparation mean?
261Come you to bring me news of Priams death
Hect. The Gods forbid I shou'd:
263But what I bring is nearer you, more close,
264An ill more yours.
Troil. There is but one that can be.265
Hect. Perhaps 'tis that.
Troil. I'le not suspect my fate
266So far, I know I stand possest of that.267
Hect. 'Tis well: consider at whose house I finde you.Critical Apparatus268
Hect. Does it start you? I must wake you more:
Critical Apparatus269Anterior is exchang'd.
Troil. For whom?
Troil. It comes like thunder grumbling in a cloud,
271Before the dreadfull break: if here it fall,
272The subtile flame will lick up all my blood,
pg 304273And in a moment turn my heart to ashes.Critical Apparatus274
Hect. That Cressida for Anterior is exchang'd,
275Because I knew 'twas harsh, I wou'd not tell;
276Not all at once; but by degrees and glimpses
277I let it in, lest it might rush upon you
Critical Apparatus278And quite o'repower your Soul: in this I think
279I show'd a friend: your part must follow next:
280Which is, to curb your choler, tame your grief,
Critical Apparatus281And bear it like a man.
Troil. I think I do,
282That I yet live to hear you: but no more:
283Hope for no more: for shou'd some Goddess offer
284To give her self and all her Heaven in change,
285I wou'd not part with Cressida: so return
286This answer as my last.
Hect. 'Twill not be taken:
287Nor will I bear such news.
Troil. You bore me worse.288
Hect. Worse for your self; not for the general state,
Critical Apparatus289And all our common safety, which depends
Critical Apparatus290On freed An tenors wisdome.
Troil. You wou'd say
291That I'm the Man mark'd out to be unhappy;
292And made the publick Sacrifice for Troy.293
Hect. I wou'd say so indeed: for can you finde
294A fate more glorious than to be that victime?
Editor’s Note295If parting from a Mistriss can procure
296A Nations happiness, show me that Prince
297Who dares to trust his future fame so farr
Critical Apparatus298To stand the shock of Annals, blotted thus,
Critical Apparatus299He sold his Country for a womans love!pg 305 300
Troil. O, she's my life, my being, and my Soul!301
Hect. Suppose she were, which yet I will not grant,
Critical Apparatus302You ought to give her up.
Troil. For whom?
Hect. The publick.303
Troil. And what are they that I shou'd give up her
304To make them happy? let me tell you Brother,
305The publick, is the Lees of vulgar slaves:
306Slaves, with the minds of slaves: so born, so bred:
307Yet such as these united in a herd
308Are call'd the publique: Millions of such Cyphers
309Make up the publique sum: an Eagles life
310Is worth a world of Crows: are Princes made
311For such as these, who, were one Soul extracted
Critical Apparatus312From all their beings, cou'd not raise a Man?———313
Hect. And what are we, but for such men as these?
Critical Apparatus314'Tis adoration, some say, makes a God:
315And who shou'd pay it, where wou'd be their Altars
316Were no inferiour creatures here on Earth?
317Ev'n those who serve have their expectances,
318Degrees of happiness, which they must share,
Critical Apparatus319Or they'll refuse to serve us.
Troil. Let 'em have it.
320Let 'em eat, drink and sleep; the only use
Critical Apparatus321They have of life.
Hect. You take all these away,
322Unless you give up Cressida.
Critical Apparatus323Let Paris give up Helen: she's the cause,
324And root of all this mischief.
Hect. Your own suffrage
325Condemns you there: you voted for her stay.326
Troil. If one must stay, the other sha'not go.327
Hect. She sha'not?pg 306
Troil. Once again, I say she shall not.Critical Apparatus328
Hect. Our Father has decreed it otherwise.Critical Apparatus329
Troil. No matter.
Hect. How! no matter Troilus?
330A King, and fathers will!
Troil. When 'tis unjust.331
Hect. Come she shall go.
Troil. She shall? then I am dar'd.Critical Apparatus332
Hect. If nothing else will do.
Troil. Answer me first;
Critical Apparatus333And then I'le answer that: be sure I will.
Editor’s Note334Whose hand seal'd this exchange?
Hect. My Fathers first;
Critical Apparatus335Then all the Council's after.
Troil. Was yours there?Critical Apparatus336
Hect. Mine was there too.
Troil. Then you're no more my friend:
337And for your sake now mark me what I say,
338She shall not go.
Hect. Go to, you are a boy.Critical Apparatus339
Troil. A Boy! I'me glad I am not such a Man,
340Not such as thou; a traytor to thy Brother:
341Nay more, thy friend: but friend's a Sacred name,
342Which none but brave and honest men shou'd wear;
343In thee 'tis vile; 'tis prostitute: 'tis Ayr;
Editor’s Note344And thus I puffe it from me.
Hect. Well, young Man,
345Since I'me no friend (and oh that ere I was
346To one so far unworthy) bring her out,
347Or by our Fathers Soul, of which no part
Critical Apparatus348Did ere descend to thee, I'le force her hence.349
Troil. I laugh at thee.
Hect. Thou dar'st not.
Troil. I dare more,
pg 307350If urg'd beyond my temper: prove my daring,
351And see which of us has the larger share
352Of our great Fathers Soul.
Hect. No more, thou knowst me.353
Troil. I do; and know my self.
Hect. All this ye Gods,
354And for the Daughter of a fugitive,
355A Traytor to his Country!
Troil. 'Tis too much.357
Troil. How, Common!
Hect. Common as the tainted shambles,
358Or as the dust we tread.Critical Apparatus359Critical Apparatus[Hector lays his hand on Troilus his Arm; and Troilus does the same to him.
Troil. By Heav'n as chaste as thy Andromache.360
Hect. What! nam'st thou them together!
Troil. No; I do not:
361For Cressida is first: as chaste as she,
362But much more fair.
Hect. O patience, patience, Heaven!
363Thou tempt'st me strangely: shou'd I kill thee now,
364I know not if the Gods can be offended
365Or think I slew a Brother; but be gone,
366Be gone, or I shall shake thee into Atomes:
367Thou know'st I can.
Troil. I care not if you cou'd.Critical Apparatus368Critical Apparatus[Going out.
Hect. walking off. I thank the Gods for calling to my minde
369My promise that no words of thine shou'd urge me,
370Beyond the bounds of reason: But in thee
371'Twas brutall baseness, so forewarn'd to fall
372Beneath the name of man: to spurn my kindness;
373And when I offer'd thee (thou knowst how loth!)
Critical Apparatus374The wholsome bitter cup o' friendly counsel,
pg 308Critical Apparatus375To dash it in my face: farewel, farewel,
376Ungratefull as thou art: hereafter use
377The name of Brother; but of friend no more.378
Troil. Wilt thou not break yet heart? stay Brother, stay.
379I promis'd too, but I have broke my vow,
380And you keep yours too well.
Hect. What wouldst thou more?
381Take heed, young man how you too far provoke me!
382For Heaven can witness 'tis with much constraint
Critical Apparatus383That I preserve my faith.
Troil. Else you wou'd kill me?384
Hect. By all the Gods I wou'd.
Troil. I'me satisfi'd.
Critical Apparatus385You have condemn'd me, and I'le do't my self;
386What's life to him, who has no use of life?
387A barren purchase, held upon hard terms!
388For I have lost (oh what have I not lost!)
389The fairest, dearest, kindest of her Sex,
390And lost her ev'n by him, by him, ye Gods,
391Who only cou'd, and only shou'd protect me!
392And if I had a joy beyond that love,
393A friend, have lost him too!
Hect. Speak that again:
394(For I cou'd hear it ever:) saidst thou not
Critical Apparatus395That if thou hadst a joy beyond that love,
Critical Apparatus396It was a friend? O saydst thou not, a friend!
Critical Apparatus397That doubting if was kinde: then thou'rt divided;
Critical Apparatus398And I have still some part.
Troil. If still you have
399You do not care to have it.
Hect. How, not care!Critical Apparatus400
Troil. No, Brother, care not.
Hect. Am I but thy Brother?pg 309 401
Troil. You told me I must call you friend no more.402
Hect. How far my words were distant from my heart!
403Know when I told thee so I lov'd thee most.
404Alas! it is the use of human frailty
405To fly to worst extremities with those
406To whom we most are kind.
Troil. Is't possible!
407Then you are still my friend!
Hect. Heaven knows I am!408
Troil. And can forgive the Sallies of my passion?
Critical Apparatus409For I have been to blame: oh much to blame:
410Have said such words, nay done such actions too,
411(Base as I am) that my aw'd, conscious Soul
412Sinks in my breast, nor dare I lift an eye
413On him I have offended.
Hect. Peace be to thee
414And calmness ever there. I blame thee not:
415I know thou lov'st; and what can love not do!
416I cast the wild disorderly account
417Of all thy words and deeds on that mad passion;
Critical Apparatus418I pity thee, indeed I pity thee.419
Troil. Do; for I need it: let me lean my head
420Upon thy bosome; all my peace dwells there;
421Thou art some God, or much much more then man!422
Hect. Alas! to lose the joys of all thy youth,
Critical Apparatus423One who deserv'd thy love!
Troil. Did she deserve?424
Hect. She did.
Troil. Then sure she was no common creature.425
Hect. I said it in my rage, I thought not so.426
Troil. That thought has bles'd me! but to lose this love
Critical Apparatus427After long pains, and after short possession!428
Hect. I feel it for thee: Let me go to Priam,
429I'le break this treaty off; or let me fight;
430I'le be thy champion; and secure both her
pg 310431And thee, and Troy.
Troil. It must not be, my Brother!
432For then your errour would be more then mine:
433I'le bring her forth, and you shall bear her hence;
434That you have pitied me is my reward.435Critical Apparatus[Exeunt severally.
Hect. Go then; and the good gods restore her to thee,
436And with her all the quiet of thy minde;
437The triumph of this kindeness be thy own;
Critical Apparatus438And heaven and earth this testimony yield,
439That Friendship never gain'd a nobler field.