No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord Here is a man — but 't is before his face; •
Must not so strain his palm, nobly acquired; I will be silent.
Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,

Nes. Wherefore should you so ?
As amply titled as Achilles is,

He is not emulous, as Achilles is. By going to Achilles :

Ulys. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. That were to enlard his fat-already pride,

Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns

with us! With entertaining great Hyperion.

'Would he were a Trojan! This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid;

Nes. What a vice were it in Ajax now, —
And say in thunder -—“Achilles, go to him.” Ulys. If he were proud ?
Nes. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. Dio. Or covetous of praise ?

[Aside. Ulys. Ay, or surly borne ?
Dio. And how his silence drinks up this ap Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ?

[Aside. Ulys. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of Ajax. If I go to him, with my armed fist I'll sweet composure; pash him

Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck : O’er the face.

Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature Agam. O, no, you shall not go.

Thrice-famed, beyond all erudition : Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his But he that disciplined thy arms to fight, pride :

Let Mars divide eternity in twain, Let me go to him.

And give him half: and, for thy vigor, Ulys. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield quarrel.

To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, Ajax. A paltry insolent fellow !

Which like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
Nes. How he describes himself! [Aside. Thy spacious and dilated parts : here's Nestor, —
Ajax. Can he not be sociable ?

Instructed by the antiquary times,
Ulys. The raven chides blackness. [Aside. He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ; -
Ajax. I'll let his humors blood.

But pardon, father Nestor, were your days Agam. He 'll be the physician, that should be As green as Ajax', and your brain so tempered, the patient.

[Aside. You should not have the eminence of him,
Ajax. An all men were o' my mind, — But be as Ajax.
Ulys. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. Ajax. Shall I call you father?
Ajax. He should not bear it so;

Nes. Ay, my good son.
He should eat swords first : shall pride carry it ? Dio. Be ruled by him, lord Ajax.

Nes. An't would, you 'd carry half. [Aside. Ulys. There is no tarrying here ; the hart
Ulys. He'd have ten shares. [Aside. 1 Achilles
Ajax. I'll knead him, I'll make him supple! Keeps thicket. Please it our great general
Nes. He's not yet thorough warm : force him To call together all his state of war;
with praises :

Fresh kings are come to Troy; tomorrow, Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. We must with all our main of power stand fast : Ulys. My lord, you feed too much on this dis- And here's a lord, - come knights from east to like. [To AGAMEMNON.

west, Nes. Our noble general, do not do so. And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best, Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Ulys. Why, 't is this naming of him does him Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw harm.




SCENE I. — Troy. A Room in PRIAM's Palace. Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not

seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Enter PANDARUS and a SERVANT.

Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make a Pan. Friend ! you ! pray you, a word: do not complimental assault upon him, for my business you follow the young lord Paris ?

seeths. Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.

Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? phrase, indeed ! Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman;

Enter Paris and HELEN, attended. I must needs praise him.

Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this Serv. The lord be praised !

fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, Pan. You know me, do you not ?

fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

fair thoughts be your fair pillow ! Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pandarus.

Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Serv. I hope I shall know your honor better. — Fair prince, here is good broken music. Pan. I do desire it.

Par. You have broke it, cousin : and, by my Serv. You are in the state of grace.

life, you shall make it whole again; you shall

[Music within. piece it out with a piece of your performance :Pan. Grace ! not so, friend; honor and lord- Nell, he is full of harmony. ship are my titles. What music is this?

Pan. Truly, lady, no. Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is music in Helen. O, sir, — parts.

Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Pan. Know you the musicians ?

Par. Well said, my lord ! well, you say so in Serv. Wholly, sir.

fits. Pan. Who play they to?

Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen : Serv. To the hearers, sir.

— My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ? Pan. At whose pleasure, friend ?

Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music. hear you sing, certainly. Pan. Command, I mean, friend.

Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with Serv. Who shall I command, sir ?

me. — But, marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus — I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: at Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord, — whose request do these men play?

! Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:— commends Serv. That's to 't, indeed, sir : marry, sir, at himself most affectionately to you. the request of Paris, my lord, who is there in per- Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; || son ; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood if you do, our melancholy upon your head ! ! of beauty, love's invisible soul, —

Pun. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet !! Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? '

queen, i' faith. ļ Serv. No, sir, Helen : could you not find out Helin. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a that by her attributes ?

sour offense.

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Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that These lovers cry — Oh, oh, they die! shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such

Yet that which seems the wound to kill,

Doth turn oh, oh! to ha, ha, he! words; no, no. — And, my lord, he desires you,

So dying love lives still: that, if the king call for him at supper, you will

Oh, oh! a while, but ha, ha, ha! make his excuse.

Oh, oh! groans out for ha, ha, ha! Helen. My lord Pandarus, –

Pan. What says my sweet queen ? my very | Hey ho! very sweet queen?

Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he nose. to-night?

Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and Helen. Nay, but my lord, —

that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot Pan. What says my sweet queen ? — My cousin thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and will fall out with you. You must not know where hot deeds is love. he sups.

| Pan. Is this the generation of love ? hot blood, Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. hot thoughts, and hot deeds? Why, they are vi

Pan. No, no, no such matter; you are wide: pers; is love a generation of vipers ?-Sweet lord, come, your disposer is sick.

who's afield to day? Par. Well, I'll make excuse.

Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick.

armed to-day, but my Nell would not have it so. Par. I spy.

How chance my brother Troilus went not? Pan. You spy! what do you spy? - Come, Helen. He hangs the lip at something; — you give me an instrument. Now, sweet queen. know all, lord Pandarus. Ilelen. Why, this is kindly done."

Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen. — I long to Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing hear how they sped to-day. — You'll remember you have, sweet queen.

your brother's excuse ? Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not | Par. To a hair. my ford Paris.

Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. Pan. He! no, she 'll none of him; they two Helen. Commend me to your niece. are twain.

Pan. I will, sweet queen.

[Exit. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make

[A retreat sounded. them three.

Par. They are come from field : let us to Priam's Pan. Come, come, I 'll hear no more of this;

hall, I'll sing you a song now.

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo Helen. Ay, ay, pr’y thee now. By my troth,

you sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, Pan. Ay, you may, you may.

With these your white enchanting fingers touched, Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will Shall more obey than to the edge of steel, undo us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

Or force of Greekish sinews: you shall do more Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i' faith.

Than all the island kings -- disarm great Hector. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. | Helen. 'T will make us proud to be his servant, Pan. In good troth, it begins so:

Paris :

Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,
Love, love, nothing but love, still more!

Gives us more palm in beauty than we have;
For, oh, love's bow

Yea, overshines ourself.
Shoots buck and doe:
The shaft confounds

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee.
Not that it wounds,

[Exeunt. But tickles still the sore.

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Enter PANDARUS and a Servant, meeting.

Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? Pan. How now? Where's thy master? at my shame 's a baby. — Here she is now : swear the cousin Cressida's ?

oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me. — Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him What, are you gone again? you must be watched thither.

ere you be made tame, must you ? Come your

ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, Enter TROILUS.

we'll put you i' the fills. — Why do you not speak Pan. O, here he comes. — How now, how now? to her ? — Come, draw this curtain, and let's see Tro. Sirrah, walk off. [Exit Servant. your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?

offend daylight! an 't were dark, you 'd close Tro. No, Pandarụs : I stalk about her door, sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks, How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there, car

Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, penter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight ! And give me swift transportance to those fields, your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as ! Where I may wallow in the lily beds

the tercel, for all the ducks i' the river: go to, ! Proposed for the deserver! O, gentle Pandarus, go to. | From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. And fly with me to Cressid !

Pan. Words pay no debts : give her deeds : Pan. Walk here i’ the orchard; I'll bring her but she 'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she straight,

[Exit. call your activity in question. What, billing Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. again? here's “In witness whereof the parties The imaginary relish is so sweet,

interchangeably — .” Come in, come in ; I'll That it enchants my sense : what will it be, go get a fire.

[E.rit. When that the watery palate tastes indeed

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; I Tro. O, Cressida, how often have I wished me Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, thus ! Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness, | Cres. Wished, my lord ? — The gods grant ! For the capacity of my ruder powers :

O, my lord ! I fear it much; and I do fear besides,

Tro. What should they grant? what makes That I shall lose distinction in my joys; this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? The enemy flying.

Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have

eyes ! Re-enter PANDARUS.

Tro. Fears make devils of cherubim; they Pan. She's making her ready, she 'H come never see truly. straight: you must be witty now. She does so Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she safer footing than blind reason stumbling without were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is fear: to fear the worst, oft cures the worst. the prettiest villain : - she fetches her breath as Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all short as a new ta'en sparrow.

[Exit. Cupid's pageant, there is presented no monster. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ? bosom :

Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tiAnd all my powers do their bestowing lose, gers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise Like vassalage at unawares encountering

imposition enough, than for us to undergo any The eye of majesty.

| difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, — that the will is infinite, and the exe- Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools ! cution confined; that the desire is boundless, and Why have I blabbed? who shall be true to us, the act a slave to limit.

When we are so unsecret to ourselves? Cres. They say, all lovers swear more per- But, though I loved you well, I wooed you not; formance than they are able, and yet reserve an And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man ; ability that they never perform; vowing more Or that we women had men's privilege than the perfection of ten, and discharging less Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; than the tenth part of one. They that have the For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence, monsters?

| Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws Tro. Are there such ? such are not we. Praise My very soul of council! Stop my mouth. us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our | Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. head shall go bare till merit crown it: no per 1 Pan. Pretty, i' faith. . fection in reverison shall have a praise in present : Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; we will not name desert before his birth; and, 'T was not my purpose thus to beg a kiss : being born, bis addition shall be humble. Few I am ashamed; — 0, heavens! what have I done? words to fair faith : Troilus shall be such to Cres- For this time will I take my leave, my lord. sid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ? for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow not truer than Troilus.

morning, — Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Cres. Pray you, content you.

Tro. What offends you, lady?
Re-enter PANDARUS.

Cres. Sir, mine own company. Pan. What, blushing still ? have you not done Tro. You cannot shun yourself. talking yet ?

Cres. Let me go and try: . Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedi- I have a kind of self resides with you: cate to you.

But an unkind self, that itself will leave, Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a To be another's fool. Where is my wit ? boy of you, you 'll give him me. Be true to my I would be gone. I speak I know not what. lord : if he flinch, chide me for it.

Tro. Well know they what they speak, that Tro. You know now your hostages; your un

speak so wisely. cle's word and my firm faith.

Cres. Perchance, my lord, I shew more craft Pun. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our than love; kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, And fell so roundly to a large confession, they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can To angle for your thoughts. But you are wise; tell you; they 'll stick where they are thrown. Or else you love not : for to be wise, and love, Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. me heart:

Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman
Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day (As, if it can, I will presume in you)
For many weary months.

To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;
Tro. Why was my Cressid, then, so hard to win? To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind

That doth renew swifter than blood decays! .
With the first glance that ever — Pardon me; — Or that persuasion could but thus convince me —
If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. That my integrity and truth to you
I love you now; but not, till now, so much Might be affronted with the match and weight
But I might master it:- in faith, I lie; Of such a winnowed purity in love :
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown How were I then uplifted! but, alas !

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