CRESSIDA My lord, will you be true? 109 TROILUS Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault. 110 Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion, 111 I with great truth catch mere simplicity. 112 Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, 113 With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. 114 Fear not my truth. The moral of my wit 115 Is “plain and true”; there’s all the reach of it.
CRESSIDA
My lord, will you be true? 109
TROILUS
Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault. 110
Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion, 111
I with great truth catch mere simplicity. 112
Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, 113
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. 114
Fear not my truth. The moral of my wit 115
Is “plain and true”; there’s all the reach of it. 116
