When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, And mighty states characterless are grated From false to false, among false maids in love, Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said-as false As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her son; Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness.-Here I hold your hand; here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be call'd to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen. Tro. Amen. Cres. Amen. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away. And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here, Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer! [Exeunt. VOL. IX. TF SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have don you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To give me now a little benefit, Out of those many register'd in promise, Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? make demand. Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore,) Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still deny'd: But this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, In most accepted pain29. Agam. Let Diomed bear him, And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have Withal, bring word-if Hector will to-morrow Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden [Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas. Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent. Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his tent:Please it our general to pass strangely by him, As if he were forgot ;-and, princes all, Lay negligent and loose regard upon him :I will come last: 'Tis like, he'll question me, Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on him: If so, I have derision med'cinable, To use between your strangeness and his pride, 4 It may do good: pride hath no other glass Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? us? Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Nest. Nothing, my lord. No. Agam. Achil. The better. [Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit Ajax. Achil. What mean these fellows? know they not Achilles? |