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Tro. Good brother, come you hither; And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you. Cres. My lord, will you be true? Tro. Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault : While others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity; Whilst some with cunning gold their copper
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Enter ENEAS, PARIS, ANTENOR, DEIPHOBUS, and DIOMEDES.
Welcome, Sir Diomed! here is the lady,
At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand;
Dio. Fair lady Cressid, [pects: So please you, save the thanks this prince exThe lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed [ly. You shall be mistress and command him whol
Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courte
To shame the zeal of my petition to thee,
Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
I'll cut thy throat.
Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus: Let me be privileg'd by my place, and message, To be a speaker free; when I am hence, I'll answer to my lust: And know you, lord, I'll nothing do on charge: To her own worth She shall be priz'd; but that you say—be't so, I'll speak it in my spirit and honour,-no. Tro. Come, to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed, [head.This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk, To our own selves bend we our needful talk.
[Exeunt TROILUS, CRESSIDA, and DIOMED. [Trumpet heard.
Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. Ene. How have we spent this morning! The prince must think me tardy and remiss, That swore to ride before him to the field. Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault: Come, come, to field with him.
Dei. Let us make ready straight.
Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, Let us address to tend on Hector's heels: The glory of our Troy doth this day lie, On his fair worth and single chivalry.
Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air May pierce the head of the great combatant, And hale him thither.
Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek Out-swell the colic of puff'd Aquilon: Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood;
Thou blow'st for Hector.
Ulyss. No trumpet answers.
Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daughter?
Ulyss. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
Enter DIOMED, with CRESSIDA.
Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady.
Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss.
Twere better, she were kiss'd in general. Ulyss. Yet is the kindness but particular; Nest. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.So much for Nestor.
Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady:
Achilles bids you welcome.
Men. I had good argument for kissing once. Patr. But that's no argument for kissing For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; And parted thus you and your argument. Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our
For which we lose our heads to gild his horns.
Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. Men. I'll have my kiss, Sir:-Lady, by your leave.
Cres. In kissing do you render or receive?
Cres. I'll make my match to live,
Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three
May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?
Cres. You may.
Ulyss. I do desire it. Cres. Why, beg then.
Ulyss. Why then, for Venus' sake, give me
When Helen is a maid again, and his. Cres. I am your debtor, claim it when tis due.
Ulyss. Never's my day, and then a kiss of
Dio. Lady, a word;-I'll bring you to your father. [DIOMED leads out CRESSIDA.
Nest. A woman of quick sense.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Enter HECTOR, armed; ENEAS, TROILUS, and other Trojans, with Attendants.
To tender objects; but he, in heat of action,
Agam. They are in action.
Nest. Now, Ajax, hold thine own!
Ene. Princes, enough, so please you.
pur-Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son,
Ene. Hail, all the state of Greece! what shall be done [pose, To him that victory commands? Or do you A victor shall be known? will you, the knights Shall to the edge of all extremity Pursue each other; or shall they be divided By any voice or order of the field? Hector bade ask.
Agam. Which way would Hector have it?
A little proudly, and great deal misprising
Ene. If not Achilles, Sir,
What is your name?
Achil. If not Achilles, nothing.
In the extremity of great and little,
The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
Achil. A maiden battle then?—O, I perceive
Agam. Here is Sir Diomed:-Go, gentle knight,
Stand by our Ajax: as you and lord Æneas
Or else a breath; the combatants being kin, Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.
[AJAX and HECTOR enter the lists. Ulyss. They are oppos'd already. Agam. What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy?
Ulyss. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;
Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word; Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue; Not soon provok'd, nor, being provok'd, soon
His heart and hand both open, and both free; For what he has, he gives, what thinks, he
Yet gives he not till judgement guide his bounty,
The obligation of our blood forbids
Wherein my sword had not impressure made
Ajax. I thank thee, Hector:
Thou art too gentle, and too free a man :
Hect. Not Neoptolemus¶ so mirable
Hect. We'll answer it;
But that's no welcome: Understand more clear,
What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with husks
Agam. My well fam'd lord of Troy, no less
You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither.
Hect. O you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!
Mock not, that I affect the untraded oath; Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove: [you. She's well, but bade me not commend her to Men. Name her not now, Sir; she's a deadly theme.
Hect. O pardon; I offend. Nest. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee Labouring for destiny, make cruel way [oft, Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have seen thee,
As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Not letting it decline on the declin'd;§
[in, When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee Like an Olympian wrestling: This have I seen; But this thy countenance, still lock'd in steel, I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,|| And once fought with him: he was a soldier good;
But, by great Mars, the captain of us all, Never like thee: Let an old man embrace thee; And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents. Ene. 'Tis the old Nestor.
Hect. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, [time:That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. Nest. I would my arms could match thee in contention,
As they contend with thee in courtesy.
By this white beard, I'd fight with thee to-morWell, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time
Ulyss. I wonder now how yonder city stands, When we have here her base and pillar by us. Hect. I know your favour, lord Ulysses, well. Ah, Sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead, Since first I saw yourself and Diomed In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.
Ulyss. Sir, foretold you then what would
And that old common arbitrator, time, Will one day end it.
Ulyss. So to him we leave it. Most gentle, and most valiant Hector, welAfter the general, I beseech you next To feast with me, and see me at my tent. Achil. I shall forestall thee, lord Ulysses, thou!
Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
Hect. Is this Achilles?
Hect. Stand fair, I pray thee: let me look on thee.
Hect. It would discredit the bless'd gods, proud man,
To answer such a question: Stand again: Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly, As to prenominatet in nice conjecture, Where thou wilt hit me dead?
Achil. I tell thee, yea.
Hect. Wert thou an oracle to tell me so, I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well; [there;
For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor
Ajax. Do not chafe thee, cousin ;-
Hect. I pray you, let us see you in the field; We have had pelting|| wars, since you refus'd 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
There in the full convive¶ we: afterwards,
That this great soldier may his welcome know.
There Diomed doth feast with him to-night;
Tro. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so
After we part from Agamemnon's tent,
Ulyss. You shall command me, Sir.
Tro. O, Sir, to such as boasting show their
Achil. How now, thou core of envy? Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news? Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol of idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
Achil. From whence, fragment?
Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.
Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound.
Patr. Well said, Adversity!* and what need these tricks?
Ther. Pr'ythee 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, limekilns i'the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-simple of the tetter; take and take again such preposterous discoveries!
Patr. Why thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curse thus?
Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep [it: An oath that have sworn. I will not break Fall, Greeks; fail, fame; honour, 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 earwax: And the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull,-the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg,-to what form, but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were nothing; he is both ass and ox: to an ox were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To be a an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a row, dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, I would not care: but to be Menelaus,-I would conspire against destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Thersites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazar,|| so I were not Menelaus.-Hey-day! spirits and fires! Enter HECTOR, TROILUS, AJAX, AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, MENELAUS, and DIOMED, with Lights.
Agam. We go wrong, we go wrong.
Ajar. No, not a whit.
Ulyss. Here comes himself to guide you.
Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. Hect. Thanks, and good night, to the Greeks' general.
Men. Good night, my lord.
Hect. Good night, sweet Menelaus. sweet sink, sweet sewer. Ther. Sweet draught: Sweet, quoth 'a!
And welcome, both to those that go, or tarry.
[Exeunt AGAMEMNON and MENELAUS.
[Exit DIOMED; ULYSSES and TROILUS
Achil. Come, come, enter my tent.
[Exeunt ACHILLES, HECTOR, AJAX, and NESTOR.
Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted
SCENE II.-The same.-Before CALCHAS'
Dio. What are you up here, ho? speak.
Dio. Diomed.-Calchas, I think.-Where's
Cal. [Within.] She comes to you.
Enter TROILUS and ULYSSES, at a distance;
after them THERSITES.
Tro. I pr'ythee, stay.
Ulyss. You have not patience; come.
Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's torments,
will not speak a word.
Dio. And so, good night.
Cres. Nay, ut you part in anger.
O wither'd truth!
Ulyss. Why, how now, lord?
I will be patient.
Cres. Guardian!-why, Greek!
Dio. Pho, pho! adieu; you palter.*
Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again.
Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will you go?
You will break out.
Tro. She strokes his cheek!
Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a
There is between my will and all offences
Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not disco- rump, and potatoe finger, tickles these together!
Dio. Good night.
Tro. Hold, patience!
Ulyss. How now, Trojan?
Fry, lechery, fry!
Dio. But will you then?
Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.
Ulyss. You have sworn patience.
I will not be myself, nor have cognitiont
He loved me-O false wench!-Giv't me again..
Cres. No matter, now I hav't again.
I will not meet with you to-morrow night;
I pr'ythee Diomed, visit me no more.
Dio. I shall have it.
Cres. What, this?
Dio. Ay, that.
Cres. O, all you gods!-O pretty pretty
Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, [me;
Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no He, that takes that, must take my heart withal.