Ulys. Why then, for Venus' sake, give me a kiss Half heart, half hand, half Hector, comes to seek

Enc. Hail, all the state of Greece! What shall For what he has he gives, what thinks, he shews;

A cousin-german to great Priam's seed;
The obligation of our blood forbids

A gory emulation 'twixt us twain:

Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so

But for Achilles, my own searching eyes

Shall find him by his large and portly size.

Agam. Worthy of arms! as welcome as to one That would be rid of such an enemy:

That thou couldst say, "This hand is Grecian all, But that's no welcome: understand more clear,
And this is Trojan; the sinews of this leg

All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood
Runs on the dexter check, and this sinister
Bounds-in my father's;" by Jove multipotent,
Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member
Wherein my sword had not impressure made
Of our rank feud: but the just gods gainsay
That any drop thou borrow'st from thy mother,
My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword
Be drained! Let me embrace thee, Ajax:
By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;
Hector would have them fall upon him thus:
Cousin, all honor to thee!

Ajax.

I thank thee, Hector:

Thou art too gentle, and too free a man :
I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
A great addition earnéd in thy death.

Hect. Not Neoptolemus so mirable

What's past, and what 's to come, is strewed with husks

And formless ruin of oblivion;

But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
Strained purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
Bids thee, with most divine integrity,

From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome.
Hect. I thank thee, most imperious Agamem-

non,

Agam. My well-famed lord of Troy, no less to
you.
[To TROILUS.
Men. Let me confirm my princely brother's
greeting: -

You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither.
Hect. Whom must we answer?

Hect. O you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!

(On whose bright crest fame with her loud'st Mock not that I affect the untraded oath:

"O yes"

Cries, "This is he") could promise to himself
A thought of added honor torn from Hector.
Ene. There is expectance here from both the
sides,

What further you will do.

Hect.

We'll answer it;

The issue is embracement:- Ajax, farewell.
Ajax. If I might in entreaties find success
(As seld I have the chance), I would desire
My famous cousin to our Grecian tents.

Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove:
She's well, but bade me not commend her to you.
Men. Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly
theme.

Hect. O, pardon; I offend.

Nes. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft,
Laboring for destiny, make cruel way
Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have
seen thee,

As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
And seen thee scorning forfeits and subduements,

Dio. 'Tis Agamemnon's wish: and great When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' the air,

Achilles

Doth long to see unarmed the valiant Hector.

Heet. Eneas, call my brother Troilus to me:

And signify this loving interview

To the expecters of our Trojan part;

Not letting it decline on the declined;
That I have said to some, my standers-by,

"Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!"

And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemmed thee in,

Desire them home. Give me thy hand, my Like an Olympian wrestling: this have I seen;

name;

And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.

Hect. The worthiest of them tell me, name by Never like thee: let an old man embrace thee;

Ene. 'Tis the old Nestor.

Hect. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, That hast so long walked hand in hand with time: Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee.

But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?
Achil. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of
his body

Nes. I would my arms could match thee in Shall I destroy him? whether there, there, or contention,

As they contend with thee in courtesy.

Hect. I would they could.

there?

That I may give the local wound a name,
And make distinct the very breach whereout

Nest. Ha! by this white beard, I'd fight with Hector's great spirit flew answer me, heavens!

Ulys. Sir, I foretold you then what would I'll not believe thee. Henceforth, guard thee well;

For I,ll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there;
But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,
I'll kill thee everywhere, yea, o'er and o'er.-
You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag;
His insolence draws folly from my lips;
But I'll endeavor deeds to match these words,
Or
may I never

Ajax.

Do not chafe thee, cousin :
And you, Achilles, let these threats alone,
Till accident or purpose bring you to't:
You may have every day enough of Hector,
If you have stomach; the general state, I fear,
Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him.

Hect. I pray you, let us see you in the field;
We have had pelting wars since you refused
The Grecians' cause.

Achil.
Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
To-night, all friends.

Hect. Thy hand upon that match.
Agam. First, all you peers of Greece, go to my
tent;

There in the full convive we: afterwards,
As Hector's leisure and your bounties shall
Concur together, severally entreat him.—
Beat loud the tabourines, let the trumpets blow,
That this great soldier may his welcome know.

[Exeunt all but TROILUS and ULYSSES. Tro. My lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you, In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?

Ulys. At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus:
There Diomed doth feast with him to-night;
Who neither looks upon the heaven nor earth,
But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view
On the fair Cressid.

Ulys.

You shall command me, sir.

As gentle tell me, of what honor was
This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there,
That wails her absence?

Tro. O, sir, to such as boasting shew their

scars,

Tro. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?

much,

After we part from Agamemnon's tent,

To bring me thither?

She was beloved, she loved; she is, and doth :
But still, sweet love is food for Fortune's tooth.
[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles' and the rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and

Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?

Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol of idiot-worshipers, here's a letter for thee.

Achil. From whence, fragment?

take again such preposterous discolorers!

Patr. Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou,

what meanest thou to curse thus?

Ther. Do I curse thee?

Patr. Why, no, you ruinous butt; you whoreson indistinguishable cur, no.

Ther. No? why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of sleave silk, thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies: diminutives of nature!

Patr. Out, gall!

Ther. Finch egg!

Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba;

Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy. A token from her daughter, my fair love;
Patr. Who keeps the tent now?

Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound. Patr. Well said, Adversity! and what need these tricks?

Ther. Pr'y thee be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet.

Patr. Male varlet, you rogue! what's that? Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, lime-kilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache,

Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it:
Fall, Greeks; fail fame; honor, or go or stay;
My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.—
Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent;
This night in banqueting must all be spent.—
Away, Patroclus.

[Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. Ther. With too much blood and too little brain, these two may run mad; but if with too much. brain and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of madmen. Here's Agamemnon-an honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails; but he has not so much brain as ear-wax: and the goodly