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Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their | As they have often given. Here is Ulysses;
Please it our general to pass strangely
turn'd on him:
If so, I have derision med'cinable,
A form of strangeness as we pass along ;-
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me?
You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.
Agam. What says Achilles? would he ought
Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general?
us'd to bend,
To send their smiles before them to Achilles;
Achil. What, am I poor of late? "Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, [is, Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies,
[mer; Show not their mealy wings, but to the sum And not a man, for being simply man, Hath any honour; but honour for those hon
That are without him, as place, riches, favour, Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
Which when they fall, as being slippery
The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
I'll interrupt his reading.-
Ulyss. Now great Thetis' son?
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses.
Till it hath travell'd, and is married there Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all.
Ulyss. I do not strain at the position, It is familiar; but at the author's drift: Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves(Though in and of him there be much conThat no man is the lord of any thing, Till he communicate his parts to others: sisting,) Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended; which, like an arch, reverberates
The voice again; or like a gate of steel
And apprehended here immediately
Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are,
Most abject in regard, and dear in use! What things again most dear in the esteem, And poor in worth! Now shall we see tomorrow,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him, Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men While some men leave to do!
How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;
Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, As misers do by beggars: neither gave to me Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot?
Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past: which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail [way; hang In monumental mockery. Take the instant * Excellently endowed. + Detail of argument.
For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
[fly, And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was;
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
The present eye praises the present object :
And still it might; and yet it may again,
And drave great Mars to faction.
Achil. Of this my privacy
I have strong reasons.
Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and heroical: "Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam's daughters.
Achil. Ha! known?
Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
The providence that's in a watchful state,
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,-
Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector?
Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gor'd.
Patr. O, then beware;
Those wounds heal ill, that men do give them-
I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him
Ther. A wonder! Achil. What?
Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.
Achil. How so?
Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.
Achil. How can that be?
Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like an hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say-there were wit in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i'the combat, he'll break it himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes me for the general? He is grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.
Achil. Thou must be my ambassador 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 Ајах.
Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,-I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe conduct for his person, of the magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honoured captain general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this Patr. Jove bless great Ajax.
Påtr. I come from the worthy Achilles,-
Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to invite Hector to his tent!
Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agamemnon?
Putr. What say you to't?
Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart.
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 music will be in him when Hector has knocked 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 capablet 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 ignorance. [Exit.
SCENE 1-Troy.-A Street. Enter, at one side, NEAS 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
Should rob my bed-mate of my company. Dio. That's my mind too.--Good morrow, lord Eneas.
Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand: Witness the process of your speech, wherein You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, Did haunt you in the field.
Ene. Health to you, valiant Sir, During all questiont of the gentle truce: But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance, As heart can think, or courage execute.
Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. Our bloods are now in caim; and, so long, health:
But when contention and occasion meet,
Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will
Lute-strings made of catgut.
Par. His purpose meets you; 'Twas to bring this Greek
To Calchas' house; and there to render him, For the entreed Antenor, the fair Cressid: Let's have your company; or, if you please, Haste there before us: I constantly do think, (Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge,)
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night;
Ene. That I assure you;
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Than Cressid borne from Troy.
Par. There is no help; The bitter disposition of the time Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. Ene. Good morrow, all. [Exit.
Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell
He merits well to have her, that doth seek her
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Par. You are too bitter to your countrywo
For every false drop in her bawdy veins
Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
SCENE II.-The same.-Court before the
Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA.
Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold.
Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;
He shall unbolt the gates.
To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
Cres. Good morrow then.
Tro. 'Pr'ythee now, to bed.
Cres. Are you aweary of me?
Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald*
And dreaming night will hide our joys no long-
Cres. Night hath been too brief.
O foolish Cressid!-I might have still held off,
Pan. [Within.] What, are all the doors open
Tro. It is your uncle.
I'll be sworn:-
Ene. Who!-nay, then :-
As PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS.
My matter is so rash: There is at hand
Tro. Is it so concluded?
Ene. By Priam, and the general state of
They are at hand, and ready to effect it. Tro. How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here. Ene. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be Have not more gift in taciturnity. [nature mocking:
I shall have such a life,
Pan. How now, how now? how go maidenheads-Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid?
Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
[too. You bring me to do, and then you flout me Pan. To do what? to do what?-let her say what: what have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew‡ your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others.
Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia!-hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear [Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you?-'would he were
knock'd o'the head!
[Exeunt TROILUS and ENEAS. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor, I would, they had broke's neck!
Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who was here?
Pan. Ah, ah!
Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's
Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
Cres. O the gods!-what's the matter? had'st ne'er been born! I knew, thou would'st Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'Would thou be his death:-O poor gentleman!—A plague upon Antenor!
Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.-
ily. Tro. Ha, ha!
Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such thing.[Knocking. How earnestly they knock!-pray you, come
I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the
door? How now? what's the matter?
Cres. O you immortal gods!-I will not go.
Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my fa-
Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my [heart praised cheeks, Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The same.-Before PANDARUS' | With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, and DIOMEDES.
Par. It is great morning; and the hour preOf her delivery to this valiant Greek [fix'd Comes fast upon :-Good my brother Troilus, Tell you the lady what she is to do, And haste her to the purpose.
Tro. Walk in to her house;
I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:
Par. I know what 'tis to love; And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help !-Please you, walk in, my lords.
Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet ducks!
Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! [Embracing him. Pun. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: O heart,- -as the goodly saying is,
-O heart, O heavy heart,
Because thou canst not ease thy smart,
There never was 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?
Tro. 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
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,
Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.-
Cres. A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry When shall we see again? [Greeks! Tro. Hear me, my love: Be thou but true of heart,
Cres. I true! how now? what wicked deem
Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, For it is parting from us:
I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee;
Cres. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to dangers
As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger.
Wear this sleeve.
Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you?
Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,
Cres. O heavens !-be true again?
And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelty may move, and parts with person, Alas, a kind of godly jealousy
(Which I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,)
Cres. O heavens! you love me not.
In this I do not call your faith in question,
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 tempt