The Actors' Shakespeare Project did a brilliant production of Troilus and Cressida this season, which I was fortunate to see yesterday. The last time I encountered this play was in grad school (!), and I remember thinking that Cressida was lame and kind of slutty.
But I found myself more charitable towards her this time (because age make us more charitable towards everyone?). I loved her painfully honest concern that admitting her affection for Troilus will make him lose interest: