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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English (Translated)

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by William Shakespeare


  CRESSIDA.

  Why sigh you so profoundly? Where's my lord? Gone? Tell

  me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?

  Why do you sigh so deeply? Where is my lord? Gone? Tell

  me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?

  PANDARUS.

  Would I were as deep under the earth as I am above!

  I wish I was as deep under the earth as I am above it!

  CRESSIDA.

  O the gods! What's the matter?

  By the gods! What's the matter?

  PANDARUS.

  Pray thee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne'er been born!

  I knew thou wouldst be his death! O, poor gentleman! A plague

  upon Antenor!

  Please, get inside. I wish you had never been born!

  I knew you would be the death of him! Oh, poor gentleman! A plague

  on Antenor!

  CRESSIDA.

  Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I beseech you,

  what's the matter?

  Good uncle, I beg you, on my knees I beg you,

  what's the matter?

  PANDARUS.

  Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art

  chang'd for Antenor; thou must to thy father, and be gone from

  Troilus. 'Twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear

  it.

  You must go, wench, you must go; you are to be

  exchanged for Antenor; you must go to your father, and leave

  Troilus. It will be the death of him; it will ruin him; he won't be able to

  bear it.

  CRESSIDA.

  O you immortal gods! I will not go.

  Oh you immortal gods! I will not go.

  PANDARUS.

  Thou must.

  You must.

  CRESSIDA.

  I will not, uncle. I have forgot my father;

  I know no touch of consanguinity,

  No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me

  As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine,

  Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood,

  If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,

  Do to this body what extremes you can,

  But the strong base and building of my love

  Is as the very centre of the earth,

  Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep-

  I will not, uncle. I have forgotten my father;

  I feel no sense of blood relations,

  no kinship, no love, no blood, no soul, is so dear to me

  as the sweet Troilus. Oh you divine gods,

  make Cressida's name proverbial for falsehood,

  if she ever leaves Troilus! Time, compulsion, and death,

  do whatever you can to this body,

  but the strong foundation and building of my love

  is like the very centre of the earth,

  drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep-

  PANDARUS.

  Do, do.

  Yes, do that.

  CRESSIDA.

  Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks,

  Crack my clear voice with sobs and break my heart,

  With sounding 'Troilus.' I will not go from Troy.

  Tear my shining hair, and scratch my admired cheeks,

  crack my sweet voice with sobs and break my heart,

  saying ‘Troilus.’ I will not leave Troy.

  Exeunt

  Enter PARIS, TROILUS, AENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES

  PARIS.

  It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd

  For her delivery to this valiant Greek

  Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,

  Tell you the lady what she is to do

  And haste her to the purpose.

  It's well on into the morning; and the time set

  to hand her over to this brave Greek

  is almost here. My good brother Troilus,

  tell the lady what she is to do

  and tell her to hurry.

  TROILUS.

  Walk into her house.

  I'll bring her to the Grecian presently;

  And to his hand when I deliver her,

  Think it an altar, and thy brother Troilus

  A priest, there off'ring to it his own heart.

  Go in to her house.

  I'll bring her to the Greek shortly;

  and when I give her over to his hand,

  think of it as an altar, with your brother Troilus

  as a priest, sacrificing his own heart.

  Exit

  PARIS.

  I know what 'tis to love,

  And would, as I shall pity, I could help!

  Please you walk in, my lords.

  I know what it's like to love,

  and I wish I could give as much help as I will pity!

  Please go in, my lords.

  Exeunt

  Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA

  PANDARUS.

  Be moderate, be moderate.

  Calm down, calm down.

  CRESSIDA.

  Why tell you me of moderation?

  The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,

  And violenteth in a sense as strong

  As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it?

  If I could temporize with my affections

  Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,

  The like allayment could I give my grief.

  My love admits no qualifying dross;

  No more my grief, in such a precious loss.

  Why are you telling me to calm down?

  This grief is fine, great, perfect, I can taste it,

  and it's as terrible and violent

  as the thing which is causing it. How can I calm it?

  If I could negotiate with my passion,

  or dilute it to suit someone with a weaker and colder appetite,

  then I could do the same with my grief.

  My love is absolutely pure;

  so my grief is the same, when I suffer such a terrible loss.

  Enter TROILUS

  PANDARUS.

  Here, here, here he comes. Ah, sweet ducks!

  Here, here, here he comes. Ah, sweet ducks!

  CRESSIDA.

  O Troilus! Troilus! [Embracing him]

  Oh Troilus! Troilus!

  PANDARUS.

  What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too. 'O

  heart,' as the goodly saying is,

  O heart, heavy heart,

  Why sigh'st thou without breaking?

  where he answers again

  Because thou canst not ease thy smart

  By friendship nor by speaking.

  There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we

  may live to have need of such a verse. We see it, we see it. How

  now, lambs!

  What a sight this is! Let me be hugged too.

  ‘Oh heart,’ as the proverb has it,

  ‘O heart, heavy heart,

  why do you sigh without breaking?

  And he answers

  because you cannot ease your pain

  with friendship or with talk.’

  There was never a truer song. Let's not throw anything away, for we

  may need a verse such as this someday. I've seen it happen. What

  shall you do, lambs!

  TROILUS.

  Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity

  That the bless'd gods, as angry with my fancy,

  More bright in zeal than the devotion which

  Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.

  Cressida, Ilove you in such a pure way

  that the blessed gods, angry with my love,

  because it is brighter than the prayers

  they get from cold lips, are taking you from me.

  CRESSIDA.

  Have the gods envy?

  Are the gods jealous?

  PANDA
RUS.

  Ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case.

  Yes, yes, yes; it's obvious.

  CRESSIDA.

  And is it true that I must go from Troy?

  And is it true that I must leave Troy?

  TROILUS.

  A hateful truth.

  A horrible truth.

  CRESSIDA.

  What, and from Troilus too?

  What, and leave Troilus as well?

  TROILUS.

  From Troy and Troilus.

  You must leave Troy and Troilus.

  CRESSIDA.

  Is't possible?

  Is this really happening?

  TROILUS.

  And suddenly; where injury of chance

  Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by

  All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips

  Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents

  Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows

  Even in the birth of our own labouring breath.

  We two, that with so many thousand sighs

  Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves

  With the rude brevity and discharge of one.

  Injurious time now with a robber's haste

  Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how.

  As many farewells as be stars in heaven,

  With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them,

  He fumbles up into a loose adieu,

  And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,

  Distasted with the salt of broken tears.

  It is, and suddenly; where bad luck

  prevents saying goodbye, pushes roughly through

  any delay, rudely blocks the chance of our lips

  ever meeting again, violently stops

  our intertwined embraces, strangles our precious vows

  even as we say them.

  We two, who spent so many thousand sighs

  on each other, must now split

  with time for only one.

  Harmful Time now shoves all his plunder in a bag

  with the haste of a burglar, any old way.

  As many goodbyes as there are stars in heaven,

  each one with its own words and kisses,

  he screws them all up into a careless farewell

  and rations us to a single hungry kiss,

  whose taste is ruined with the salt of sobbing tears.

  AENEAS.

  [Within] My lord, is the lady ready?

  My lord, is the lady ready?

  TROILUS.

  Hark! you are call'd. Some say the Genius so

  Cries 'Come' to him that instantly must die.

  Bid them have patience; she shall come anon.

  Listen! They are calling you. Some say your guardian angel

  calls ‘come’ like that to someone who is about to die.

  Tell them to be patient; she'll be coming soon.

  PANDARUS.

  Where are my tears? Rain, to lay this wind, or my heart

  will be blown up by th' root.

  Where are my tears? I need rain to calm this wind, or my heart

  will be torn up by the roots.

  Exit

  CRESSIDA.

  I must then to the Grecians?

  So I must go to the Greeks?

  TROILUS.

  No remedy.

  There's noalternative.

  CRESSIDA.

  A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks!

  When shall we see again?

  What an unhappy Cressida amongst the merry Greeks!

  When shall we meet again?

  TROILUS.

  Hear me, my love. Be thou but true of heart-

  Listen to me, my love.If you just remain faithful -

  CRESSIDA.

  I true! how now! What wicked deem is this?

  Me faithful!What's this?What wicked thoughts are you having?

  TROILUS.

  Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,

  For it is parting from us.

  I speak not 'Be thou true' as fearing thee,

  For I will throw my glove to Death himself

  That there's no maculation in thy heart;

  But 'Be thou true' say I to fashion in

  My sequent protestation: be thou true,

  And I will see thee.

  No, we must discuss this calmly,

  as soon we won't have the chance.

  I didn't say "be faithful" because I doubted you,

  for I would take on Death himself

  to prove you have no inconstancy;

  I say, "Be faithful" to lead into

  what I was going to say: be faithful

  and I will see you.

  CRESSIDA.

  O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers

  As infinite as imminent! But I'll be true.

  Oh, my lord, you will be exposed to dangers

  as great as they will be swift!But I will be faithful.

  TROILUS.

  And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.

  And I'll welcome the danger.Wear this cuff.

  CRESSIDA.

  And you this glove. When shall I see you?

  And you wear this glove.When will I see you?

  TROILUS.

  I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels

  To give thee nightly visitation.

  But yet be true.

  I'll bribe the Greek sentries

  to let me see you every night.

  But still be faithful.

  CRESSIDA.

  O heavens! 'Be true' again!

  Oh heavens, 'be faithful' again!

  TROILUS.

  Hear why I speak it, love.

  The Grecian youths are full of quality;

  They're loving, well compos'd with gifts of nature,

  And flowing o'er with arts and exercise.

  How novelties may move, and parts with person,

  Alas, a kind of godly jealousy,

  Which I beseech you call a virtuous sin,

  Makes me afeard.

  Listen to why I say it, love.

  The Greek youths are full of good breeding;

  they're loving, nice looking,

  and full of well practised skills.

  The way new things can interest one, combined

  with personal attractiveness, starts a kind

  of divine jealously in me, which

  makes me worried;

  I hope you'll call this a good sin.

  CRESSIDA.

  O heavens! you love me not.

  Oh heavens!You don't love me.

  TROILUS.

  Die I a villain, then!

  In this I do not call your faith in question

  So mainly as my merit. I cannot sing,

  Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,

  Nor play at subtle games-fair virtues all,

  To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant;

  But I can tell that in each grace of these

  There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil

  That tempts most cunningly. But be not tempted.

  Then may I die as a villain!

  I'm not calling your fidelity into question

  as much as my virtues.I can't sing,

  or dance fashionable dances, or talk sweetly,

  nor play games which require skill - these are all good accomplishments,

  which the Greeks are extremely good at;

  and I know that in each of them

  there is lurking a silent but persuasive devil

  that tempts very cunningly.But don't be tempted.

  CRESSIDA.

  Do you think I will?

  Do you think I will be?

  TROILUS.

  No.

  But something may be done that we will not;

  And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,

  When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,

  Presuming on their changeful potency.

  No.r />
  But sometimes things happen we don't want;

  sometimes we are devils to ourselves,

  when we rely to much on our own strength,

  not realising we are all too unreliable.

  AENEAS.

  [Within] Nay, good my lord!

  Enough, my good lord!

  TROILUS.

  Come, kiss; and let us part.

  Come, kiss and let us part.

  PARIS.

  [Within] Brother Troilus!

  Brother Troilus!

  TROILUS.

  Good brother, come you hither;

  And bring Aeneas and the Grecian with you.

  Good brother, come here;

  and bring Aeneas and the Greek with you.

  CRESSIDA.

  My lord, will you be true?

  My lord, will you be true?

  TROILUS.

  Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault!

  Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,

  I with great truth catch mere simplicity;

  Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,

  With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.

  Enter AENEAS, PARIS, ANTENOR, DEIPHOBUS, and DIOMEDES

  Fear not my truth: the moral of my wit

  Is 'plain and true'; there's all the reach of it.

  Welcome, Sir Diomed! Here is the lady

  Which for Antenor we deliver you;

  At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand,

 

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