Achil. Thou must be my embassador to him, Thersites. Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax. Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him, I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent; and to procure safe conduct for his person, of the magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honour'd captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this. Patr. Jove bless great Ajax. Ther. Humph! Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles, - Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to invite Hector to his tent; Ther. Humph! Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Aga memnon. Ther. Agamemnon? Patr. Ay, my lord. Ther. Ha! Patr. What say you to't? Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart. Patr. Your answer, sir. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me. Patr. Your answer, sir. Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What musick will be in him when Hector has knock'd out his brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on. Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more capable creature. Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself see not the bottom of it. [Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus. Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ig norance. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. TROY. A STREET. Enter, at one side, Æneas, and Servant, with a torch; at the other, Paris, Deiphobus, Antenor, Diomedes, and Others, with torches. Par. See, ho! who's that there? Dei. 'Tis the lord Æneas. Ene. Is the prince there in person?- Had I so good occasion to lie long, As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand: Did haunt you in the field. Æne. Health to you, valiant sir, During all question of the gentle truce: Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly.: With his face backward.--In humane gentleness, G Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life, If to my sword his fate be not the glory, Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.What business, lord, so early? Æne. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know not. Par. His purpose meets you; 'Twas to bring this Greek To Calchas' house; and there to render him, We shall be much unwelcome. Æne. That I assure you; Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Par There is no help; The bitter disposition of the time [Erit. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true, Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship, - Myself, or Menelaus? Dio. Both alike: He merits well to have her, that doth seek her Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. Paris, For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak, |