TROILUS & CRESSIDA. William Shakespeare

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СКАЧАТЬ I have, as when the sun doth light a storm,

       Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile.

       But sorrow that is couch’d in seeming gladness

       Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.

       PANDARUS. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen’s, well, go to, there were no more comparison between the women. But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her, but I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra’s wit; but—

       TROILUS.

       O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,

       When I do tell thee there my hopes lie drown’d,

       Reply not in how many fathoms deep

       They lie indrench’d. I tell thee I am mad

       In Cressid’s love. Thou answer’st ‘She is fair’;

       Pour’st in the open ulcer of my heart

       Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice,

       Handlest in thy discourse. O! that her hand,

       In whose comparison all whites are ink

       Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure

       The cygnet’s down is harsh, and spirit of sense

       Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell’st me,

       As true thou tell’st me, when I say I love her;

       But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,

       Thou lay’st in every gash that love hath given me

       The knife that made it.

       PANDARUS.

       I speak no more than truth.

       TROILUS.

       Thou dost not speak so much.

       PANDARUS. Faith, I’ll not meddle in’t. Let her be as she is: if she be fair, ‘tis the better for her; an she be not, she has the mends in her own hands.

       TROILUS.

       Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus!

       PANDARUS. I have had my labour for my travail, ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you; gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour.

       TROILUS.

       What! art thou angry, Pandarus? What! with me?

       PANDARUS. Because she’s kin to me, therefore she’s not so fair as Helen. An she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an she were a blackamoor; ‘tis all one to me.

       TROILUS.

       Say I she is not fair?

       PANDARUS. I do not care whether you do or no. She’s a fool to stay behind her father. Let her to the Greeks; and so I’ll tell her the next time I see her. For my part, I’ll meddle nor make no more i’ the matter.

       TROILUS.

       Pandarus

       PANDARUS.

       Not I.

       TROILUS.

       Sweet Pandarus—

       PANDARUS. Pray you, speak no more to me: I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.

       [Exit PANDARUS. An alarum.]

       TROILUS.

       Peace, you ungracious clamours! Peace, rude sounds!

       Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,

       When with your blood you daily paint her thus.

       I cannot fight upon this argument;

       It is too starv’d a subject for my sword.

       But Pandarus, O gods! how do you plague me!

       I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;

       And he’s as tetchy to be woo’d to woo

       As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.

       Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne’s love,

       What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?

       Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl;

       Between our Ilium and where she resides

       Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood;

       Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar

       Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.

       [Alarum. Enter AENEAS.]

       AENEAS.

       How now, Prince Troilus! Wherefore not afield?

       TROILUS.

       Because not there. This woman’s answer sorts,

       For womanish it is to be from thence.

       What news, Aeneas, from the field to-day?

       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.]

      SCENE 2. Troy. A street

       [Enter CRESSIDA and her man ALEXANDER.]

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