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Fabian: Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his valor. He is indeed, sir, the most skillful, bloody, and fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make your peace with him if I can.
Fabian: He is as horribly conceited of him, and pants and looks pale as if a bear were at his heels.
Fabian: Give ground if you see him furious.
Fabian: O, good Sir Toby, hold! Here come the officers.
Fabian: A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.
Fabian: Come, let’s see the event.
Fabian: Now, as thou lov’st me, let me see his letter.
Fabian: Anything.
Fabian: This is to give a dog and in recompense desire my dog again.
Fabian: Good madam, hear me speak,
Fabian: And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
Fabian: Taint the condition of this present hour,
Fabian: Which I have wondered at. In hope it shall not,
Fabian: Most freely I confess, myself and Toby
Fabian: Set this device against Malvolio here,
Fabian: Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
Fabian: We had conceived against him. Maria writ
Fabian: The letter at Sir Toby’s great importance,
Fabian: In recompense whereof he hath married her.
Fabian: How with a sportful malice it was followed
Fabian: May rather pluck on laughter than revenge,
Fabian: If that the injuries be justly weighed
Fabian: That have on both sides passed.
Lords, Sailors, Musicians, and other Attendants: Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino’s is returned. I could hardly entreat him back. He attends your Ladyship’s pleasure.
OFFICERS.1_TN: This is the man. Do thy office.
OFFICERS.1_TN: No, sir, no jot. I know your favor well,
OFFICERS.1_TN: Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.—
OFFICERS.1_TN: Take him away. He knows I know him well.
OFFICERS.1_TN: What’s that to us? The time goes by. Away!
OFFICERS.1_TN: The man grows mad. Away with him.— Come, come, sir.
OFFICERS.1_TN: Orsino, this is that Antonio
OFFICERS.1_TN: That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy,
OFFICERS.1_TN: And this is he that did the Tiger board
OFFICERS.1_TN: When your young nephew Titus lost his leg.
OFFICERS.1_TN: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
OFFICERS.1_TN: In private brabble did we apprehend him.
OFFICERS.2_TN: Antonio, I arrest thee at the suit of Count Orsino.
OFFICERS.2_TN: Come, sir, away.
OFFICERS.2_TN: Come, sir, I pray you go.
Priest: A contract of eternal bond of love,
Priest: Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,
Priest: Attested by the holy close of lips,
Priest: Strengthened by interchangement of your rings,
Priest: And all the ceremony of this compact
Priest: Sealed in my function, by my testimony;
Priest: Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
Priest: I have traveled but two hours.
Prologue: In Troy there lies the scene. From isles of Greece
Prologue: The princes orgulous, their high blood chafed,
Prologue: Have to the port of Athens sent their ships
Prologue: Fraught with the ministers and instruments
Prologue: Of cruel war. Sixty and nine, that wore
Prologue: Their crownets regal, from th’ Athenian bay
Prologue: Put forth toward Phrygia, and their vow is made
Prologue: To ransack Troy, within whose strong immures
Prologue: The ravished Helen, Menelaus’ queen,
Prologue: With wanton Paris sleeps; and that’s the quarrel.
Prologue: To Tenedos they come,
Prologue: And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
Prologue: Their warlike fraughtage. Now on Dardan plains
Prologue: The fresh and yet unbruisèd Greeks do pitch
Prologue: Their brave pavilions. Priam’s six-gated city—
Prologue: Dardan and Timbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien,
Prologue: And Antenorides— with massy staples
Prologue: And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Prologue: Spar up the sons of Troy.
Prologue: Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits
Prologue: On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,
Prologue: Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come,
Prologue: A prologue armed, but not in confidence
Prologue: Of author’s pen or actor’s voice, but suited
Prologue: In like conditions as our argument,
Prologue: To tell you, fair beholders, that our play
Prologue: Leaps o’er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils,
Prologue: Beginning in the middle, starting thence away
Prologue: To what may be digested in a play.
Prologue: Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are.
Prologue: Now, good or bad, ’tis but the chance of war.
Troilus: Call here my varlet; I’ll unarm again.
Troilus: Why should I war without the walls of Troy
Troilus: That find such cruel battle here within?
Troilus: Each Trojan that is master of his heart,
Troilus: Let him to field; Troilus, alas, hath none.
Troilus: The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength,
Troilus: Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant;
Troilus: But I am weaker than a woman’s tear,
Troilus: Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,
Troilus: Less valiant than the virgin in the night,
Troilus: And skilless as unpracticed infancy.
Troilus: Have I not tarried?
Troilus: Still have I tarried.
Troilus: Patience herself, what goddess e’er she be,
Troilus: Doth lesser blench at suff’rance than I do.
Troilus: At Priam’s royal table do I sit
Troilus: And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts—
Troilus: So, traitor! “ When she comes”? When is she thence?
Troilus: I was about to tell thee: when my heart,
Troilus: As wedgèd with a sigh, would rive in twain,
Troilus: Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,
Troilus: I have, as when the sun doth light a-scorn,
Troilus: Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile;
Troilus: But sorrow that is couched in seeming gladness
Troilus: Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
Troilus: O, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus:
Troilus: When I do tell thee there my hopes lie drowned,
Troilus: Reply not in how many fathoms deep
Troilus: They lie indrenched. I tell thee I am mad
Troilus: In Cressid’s love. Thou answer’st she is fair;
Troilus: Pourest in the open ulcer of my heart
Troilus: Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;
Troilus: Handiest in thy discourse— O— that her hand,
Troilus: In whose comparison all whites are ink
Troilus: Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure
Troilus: The cygnet’s down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Troilus: Hard as the palm of plowman. This thou tell’st me,
Troilus: As true thou tell’st me, when I say I love her.
Troilus: But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm
Troilus: Thou lay’st in every gash that love hath given me
Troilus: The knife that made it.
Troilus: Thou dost not speak so much.
Troilus: Good Pandarus— how now, Pandarus?
Troilus: What, art thou angry, Pandarus? What, with me?
Troilus: Say I she is not fair?
Troilus: Pandarus—
Troilus: Sweet Pandarus—
Troilus: Peace, you ungracious clamors! Peace, rude sounds!
Troilus: Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair
Troilus: When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
Troilus: I cannot fight upon this argument;
Troilus: It is too starved a subject for my sword.
Troilus: But Pandarus— O gods, how do you plague me!
Troilus: I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar,
Troilus: And he’s as tetchy to be wooed to woo
Troilus: As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
Troilus: Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphnes love,
Troilus: What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we.
Troilus: Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl.
Troilus: Between our Ilium and where she resides,
Troilus: Let it be called the wild and wand’ring flood,
Troilus: Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar
Troilus: Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
Troilus: Because not there. This woman’s answer sorts,
Troilus: For womanish it is to be from thence.
Troilus: What news, Aeneas, from the field today?
Troilus: By whom, Aeneas?
Troilus: Let Paris bleed. ’Tis but a scar to scorn;
Troilus: Paris is gored with Menelaus’ horn.
Troilus: Better at home, if “ would I might” were “ may.”
Troilus: But to the sport abroad. Are you bound thither?
Troilus: Come, go we then together.
Troilus: Fie, fie, my brother,
Troilus: Weigh you the worth and honor of a king
Troilus: So great as our dread father’s in a scale
Troilus: Of common ounces? Will you with counters sum
Troilus: The past-proportion of his infinite,
Troilus: And buckle in a waist most fathomless
Troilus: With spans and inches so diminutive
Troilus: As fears and reasons? Fie, for godly shame!
Troilus: You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest.
Troilus: You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your reasons:
Troilus: You know an enemy intends you harm;
Troilus: You know a sword employed is perilous,
Troilus: And reason flies the object of all harm.
Troilus: Who marvels, then, when Helenus beholds
Troilus: A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
Troilus: The very wings of reason to his heels
Troilus: And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove
Troilus: Or like a star disorbed? Nay, if we talk of reason,
Troilus: Let’s shut our gates and sleep. Manhood and honor
Troilus: Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts
Troilus: With this crammed reason. Reason and respect
Troilus: Make livers pale and lustihood deject.
Troilus: What’s aught but as ’tis valued?
Troilus: I take today a wife, and my election
Troilus: Is led on in the conduct of my will—
Troilus: My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
Troilus: Two traded pilots ’twixt the dangerous shores
Troilus: Of will and judgment. How may I avoid,
Troilus: Although my will distaste what it elected,
Troilus: The wife I choose? There can be no evasion
Troilus: To blench from this and to stand firm by honor.
Troilus: We turn not back the silks upon the merchant
Troilus: When we have soiled them, nor the remainder viands
Troilus: We do not throw in unrespective sieve
Troilus: Because we now are full. It was thought meet
Troilus: Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks.
Troilus: Your breath with full consent bellied his sails;
Troilus: The seas and winds, old wranglers, took a truce
Troilus: And did him service. He touched the ports desired,
Troilus: And for an old aunt whom the Greeks held captive,
Troilus: He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness
Troilus: Wrinkles Apollo’s and makes pale the morning.
Troilus: Why keep we her? The Grecians keep our aunt.
Troilus: Is she worth keeping? Why, she is a pearl
Troilus: Whose price hath launched above a thousand ships
Troilus: And turned crowned kings to merchants.
Troilus: If you’ll avouch ’twas wisdom Paris went—
Troilus: As you must needs, for you all cried “ Go, go”—
Troilus: If you’ll confess he brought home worthy prize—
Troilus: As you must needs, for you all clapped your hands
Troilus: And cried “ Inestimable”— why do you now
Troilus: The issue of your proper wisdoms rate
Troilus: And do a deed that never Fortune did,
Troilus: Beggar the estimation which you prized
Troilus: Richer than sea and land? O, theft most base,
Troilus: That we have stol’n what we do fear to keep!
Troilus: But thieves unworthy of a thing so stol’n,
Troilus: That in their country did them that disgrace
Troilus: We fear to warrant in our native place.
Troilus: ’Tis our mad sister. I do know her voice.
Troilus: Why, brother Hector,
Troilus: We may not think the justness of each act
Troilus: Such and no other than event doth form it,
Troilus: Nor once deject the courage of our minds
Troilus: Because Cassandra’s mad. Her brainsick raptures
Troilus: Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel
Troilus: Which hath our several honors all engaged
Troilus: To make it gracious. For my private part,
Troilus: I am no more touched than all Priam’s sons;
Troilus: And Jove forbid there should be done amongst us
Troilus: Such things as might offend the weakest spleen
Troilus: To fight for and maintain!
Troilus: Why, there you touched the life of our design!
Troilus: Were it not glory that we more affected
Troilus: Than the performance of our heaving spleens,
Troilus: I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood
Troilus: Spent more in her defense. But, worthy Hector,
Troilus: She is a theme of honor and renown,
Troilus: A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds,
Troilus: Whose present courage may beat down our foes,
Troilus: And fame in time to come canonize us;
Troilus: For I presume brave Hector would not lose
Troilus: So rich advantage of a promised glory
Troilus: As smiles upon the forehead of this action
Troilus: For the wide world’s revenue.
Troilus: Sirrah, walk off.
Troilus: No, Pandarus. I stalk about her door
Troilus: Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
Troilus: Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
Troilus: And give me swift transportance to those fields
Troilus: Where I may wallow in the lily beds
Troilus: Proposed for the deserver! O, gentle Pandar,
Troilus: From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings
Troilus: And fly with me to Cressid!
Troilus: I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Troilus: Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet
Troilus: That it enchants my sense. What will it be
Troilus: When that the wat’ry palate taste indeed
Troilus: Love’s thrice-repurèd nectar? Death, I fear me,
Troilus: Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
Troilus: Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness
Troilus: For the capacity of my ruder powers.
Troilus: I fear it much; and I do fear besides
Troilus: That I shall lose distinction in my joys,
Troilus: As doth a battle when they charge on heaps
Troilus: The enemy flying.
Troilus: Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom.
Troilus: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse,
Troilus: And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
Troilus: Like vassalage at unawares encount’ring
Troilus: The eye of majesty.
Troilus: You have bereft me of all words, lady.
Troilus: O Cressid, how often have I wished me thus!
Troilus: What should they grant? What makes this pretty abruption? What too-curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
Troilus: Fears make devils of cherubins; they never see truly.
Troilus: O, let my lady apprehend no fear. In all Cupid’s pageant there is presented no monster.
Troilus: Nothing but our undertakings, when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers, thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined, that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
Troilus: Are there such? Such are not we. Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare till merit crown it. No perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present. We will not name desert before his birth, and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith. Troilus shall be such to Cressid as what envy can say worst shall be a mock for his truth, and what truth can speak truest not truer than Troilus.
Troilus: You know now your hostages: your uncle’s word and my firm faith.
Troilus: Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
Troilus: And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
Troilus: Your leave, sweet Cressid?
Troilus: What offends you, lady?
Troilus: You cannot shun yourself.
Troilus: Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely.
Troilus: O, that I thought it could be in a woman—
Troilus: As, if it can, I will presume in you—
Troilus: To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love,
Troilus: To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
Troilus: Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind
Troilus: That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
Troilus: Or that persuasion could but thus convince me
Troilus: That my integrity and truth to you
Troilus: Might be affronted with the match and weight
Troilus: Of such a winnowed purity in love;
Troilus: How were I then uplifted! But, alas,
Troilus: I am as true as truth’s simplicity
Troilus: And simpler than the infancy of truth.
Troilus: O virtuous fight,
Troilus: When right with right wars who shall be most right!
Troilus: True swains in love shall in the world to come
Troilus: Approve their truth by Troilus. When their rhymes,
Troilus: Full of protest, of oath and big compare,
Troilus: Wants similes, truth tired with iteration—
Troilus: “ As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
Troilus: As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
Troilus: As iron to adamant, as Earth to th’ center”—
Troilus: Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
Troilus: As truth’s authentic author to be cited,
Troilus: “ As true as Troilus” shall crown up the verse
Troilus: And sanctify the numbers.
Troilus: Amen.
Troilus: Dear, trouble not yourself. The morn is cold.
Troilus: Trouble him not.
Troilus: To bed, to bed! Sleep kill those pretty eyes
Troilus: And give as soft attachment to thy senses
Troilus: As infants’ empty of all thought!
Troilus: I prithee now, to bed.
Troilus: O Cressida! But that the busy day,
Troilus: Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows,
Troilus: And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
Troilus: I would not from thee.
Troilus: Beshrew the witch! With venomous wights she stays
Troilus: As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
Troilus: With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
Troilus: You will catch cold and curse me.
Troilus: It is your uncle.
Troilus: Ha, ha!
Troilus: How now? What’s the matter?
Troilus: Is it so concluded?
Troilus: How my achievements mock me!
Troilus: I will go meet them. And, my Lord Aeneas,
Troilus: We met by chance; you did not find me here.
Troilus: Walk into her house.
Troilus: I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;
Troilus: And to his hand when I deliver her,
Troilus: Think it an altar and thy brother Troilus
Troilus: A priest there off’ring to it his own heart.
Troilus: Cressid, I love thee in so strained a purity
Troilus: That the blest gods, as angry with my fancy—
Troilus: More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Troilus: Cold lips blow to their deities— take thee from me.
Troilus: A hateful truth.
Troilus: From Troy and Troilus.
Troilus: And suddenly, where injury of chance
Troilus: Puts back leave-taking, jostles roughly by
Troilus: All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips
Troilus: Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents
Troilus: Our locked embrasures, strangles our dear vows
Troilus: Even in the birth of our own laboring breath.
Troilus: We two, that with so many thousand sighs
Troilus: Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves
Troilus: With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Troilus: Injurious Time now with a robber’s haste
Troilus: Crams his rich thiev’ry up, he knows not how.
Troilus: As many farewells as be stars in heaven,
Troilus: With distinct breath and consigned kisses to them,
Troilus: He fumbles up into a loose adieu
Troilus: And scants us with a single famished kiss,
Troilus: Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
Troilus: Hark, you are called. Some say the genius
Troilus: Cries so to him that instantly must die.—
Troilus: Bid them have patience. She shall come anon.
Troilus: No remedy.
Troilus: Hear me, my love. Be thou but true of heart—
Troilus: Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
Troilus: For it is parting from us.
Troilus: I speak not “ Be thou true” as fearing thee,
Troilus: For I will throw my glove to Death himself
Troilus: That there is no maculation in thy heart;
Troilus: But “ Be thou true,” say I, to fashion in
Troilus: My sequent protestation: “ Be thou true,
Troilus: And I will see thee.”
Troilus: And I’ll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.
Troilus: I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,
Troilus: To give thee nightly visitation.
Troilus: But yet, be true.
Troilus: Hear why I speak it, love.
Troilus: The Grecian youths are full of quality,
Troilus: Their loving well composed, with gift of nature flowing,
Troilus: And swelling o’er with arts and exercise.
Troilus: How novelty may move, and parts with person,
Troilus: Alas, a kind of godly jealousy—
Troilus: Which I beseech you call a virtuous sin—
Troilus: Makes me afeard.
Troilus: Die I a villain then!
Troilus: In this I do not call your faith in question
Troilus: So mainly as my merit. I cannot sing,
Troilus: Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,
Troilus: Nor play at subtle games— fair virtues all,
Troilus: To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant.
Troilus: But I can tell that in each grace of these
Troilus: There lurks a still and dumb-discursive devil
Troilus: That tempts most cunningly. But be not tempted.
Troilus: No.
Troilus: But something may be done that we will not,
Troilus: And sometimes we are devils to ourselves
Troilus: When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Troilus: Presuming on their changeful potency.
Troilus: Come, kiss, and let us part.
Troilus: Good brother, come you hither,
Troilus: And bring Aeneas and the Grecian with you.
Troilus: Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault.
Troilus: Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,
Troilus: I with great truth catch mere simplicity.
Troilus: Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
Troilus: With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Troilus: Fear not my truth. The moral of my wit
Troilus: Is “ plain and true”; there’s all the reach of it.
Troilus: Welcome, Sir Diomed. Here is the lady
Troilus: Which for Antenor we deliver you.
Troilus: At the port, lord, I’ll give her to thy hand
Troilus: And by the way possess thee what she is.
Troilus: Entreat her fair and, by my soul, fair Greek,
Troilus: If e’er thou stand at mercy of my sword,
Troilus: Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe
Troilus: As Priam is in Ilium.
Troilus: Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
Troilus: To shame the zeal of my petition to thee
Troilus: In praising her. I tell thee, lord of Greece,
Troilus: She is as far high-soaring o’er thy praises
Troilus: As thou unworthy to be called her servant.
Troilus: I charge thee use her well, even for my charge,
Troilus: For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,
Troilus: Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
Troilus: I’ll cut thy throat.
Troilus: Come, to the port. I’ll tell thee, Diomed,
Troilus: This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head.—
Troilus: Lady, give me your hand, and, as we walk,
Troilus: To our own selves bend we our needful talk.
Troilus: Hector, thou sleep’st. Awake thee!
Troilus: My Lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you,
Troilus: In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?
Troilus: Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so much,
Troilus: After we part from Agamemnon’s tent,
Troilus: To bring me thither?
Troilus: O sir, to such as boasting show their scars
Troilus: A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?
Troilus: She was beloved, she loved; she is, and doth;
Troilus: But still sweet love is food for Fortune’s tooth.
Troilus: Sweet sir, you honor me.
Troilus: Cressid comes forth to him.
Troilus: Yea, so familiar?
Troilus: What should she remember?
Troilus: Hold, patience!
Troilus: Thy better must.
Troilus: O plague and madness!
Troilus: Behold, I pray you.
Troilus: I prithee, stay.
Troilus: I pray you, stay. By hell and all hell’s torments,
Troilus: I will not speak a word.
Troilus: Doth that grieve thee? O withered truth!
Troilus: By Jove, I will be patient.
Troilus: She strokes his cheek!
Troilus: Nay, stay. By Jove, I will not speak a word.
Troilus: There is between my will and all offenses
Troilus: A guard of patience. Stay a little while.
Troilus: Fear me not, my lord.
Troilus: I will not be myself nor have cognition
Troilus: Of what I feel. I am all patience.
Troilus: O beauty, where is thy faith?
Troilus: I will be patient; outwardly I will.
Troilus: I did swear patience.
Troilus: Wert thou the devil and wor’st it on thy horn,
Troilus: It should be challenged.
Troilus: Nor I, by Pluto! But that that likes not you
Troilus: Pleases me best.
Troilus: It is.
Troilus: To make a recordation to my soul
Troilus: Of every syllable that here was spoke.
Troilus: But if I tell how these two did co-act,
Troilus: Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Troilus: Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
Troilus: An esperance so obstinately strong.
Troilus: That doth invert th’ attest of eyes and ears,
Troilus: As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Troilus: Created only to calumniate.
Troilus: Was Cressid here?
Troilus: She was not, sure.
Troilus: Why, my negation hath no taste of madness.
Troilus: Let it not be believed for womanhood!
Troilus: Think, we had mothers. Do not give advantage
Troilus: To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme
Troilus: For depravation, to square the general sex