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While soine men leave to do!

The reasons are more potent and beroical: How some men creep in skittish Fortune's hall, 'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love While others play the idiots in her eyes !

With one of Priam's daughters. How one man eats into another's pride,

Achil. Ha! known? W?ile pride is fasting in his wantonness!

Ulyss. Is that a wonder ? To see these Grecian lords !—why, even already The providence that's in a watchful state, They clasp the lubber Ajax on the shoulder; Knows almost every grain Plutus' gold ; As if his font were on brave Hector's breast, Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps; And great Troy shrinking.

Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, gods, As misers do by beggars : neither gave to me Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot? There is a mystery (with whoin relation

Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

Which hath an operation more divinc, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes:

Than breath, or pen, can give expression to Those scraps are good deeds past:

which are

All the commérce that you have had with Troy, devour'd

As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord ; As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

And better would it fit Achilles much, As done: Perseverance, dear my lord,

To throw down Hector, tban Polyxena : Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang But it must grieve young Pyrrhus, now at home, Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail

When fame shall in our islands sound her trumps In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, For honour travels in a strait so narrow,

Great Hector's sister did Achilles win; Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path; But our great Ajax bravely beat down him. For emulation hath a thousand sons,

Farewell, iny lord: I as your lover speak; That one by one pursue: If you give way, The fuol slides o'er the ice that you should break Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,

[ezii Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,

Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'e And leave you hindmost;

A woman impudent and mannish grown (you Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,

In time of action. I stand condemnd for this: O'or-run and trampled on: Then what they do They think, my little stomach to the war, in present

And your great love to me, restrains you

thus : Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton yours:

Cupid For time is like a fashionable host,

Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Be shook to air. Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector ? And farewell goes out sighing. O, let pot virtue Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour seek

by him. Remuneration for the thing it was!

Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake; For beauty, wit,

My fame is shrewdly gor'd.
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Patr. O, then beware;
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all These wounds heal ill, that men do give them
To envious and calumniating time.

selves :
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,- Omission to do what is necessary
That all, with one consent, praise rew-born gawds, Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
Though they are made and moulded of things past; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
And give to dust, that is a little gilt,

Even then when we sit idiy in the sun.
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

Achil. Go, call Thersites hither, sweet Patro The present eye praises the present object :

clus : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; To invite the 'Trojan lords after the combat, Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,

us here unarm'd: I have a woman' Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, longing, And still it might; and yet it may again, An appetite that I am sick witbal, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace ; And case thy reputation in thy tent;

To talk with him, and to behold his visage, Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Even to my full of view. A labour sav'd! Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods them

Enter Thersites. selves,

Ther. A wonder! And drave great Mars to faction.

Achil. What? Achil. Of this my privacy

Ther. Ajax goes up and down the fielil, asking I have strong reasons.

for himself. Lilyss. But 'gainst your privacy

Achil. How so?

To see


a monster.

Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles, Hector ; and is so prophetically proud of an hero- Ther. Ha! ical cudgelling, that he raves iu saying nothing. Patr. Who most humbly desires you to lovito Achil. How can that be ?

Hector to his tent;Ther. Wby, he stalks up and down like a pea- Ther. Humph! cock, a stride, and a stand : ruminates like a Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agar hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning : bites his lip with a pol. Ther. Agamemno? itic regard, as who should say, there were wit in Patr. Ay, my lord. this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but Ther. Ha! it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which Patr. What say you to't ? will not show without knocking. The man's un- Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart. done for ever; for if Hector break not his neck Patr. Your answer, sir. i'the combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by cleven He knows not me: I said, Good morrow, Ajax; o'clock it will go one way or other ; howsoever, and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What he shall pay for me ere he has me think you of this man, that takes me for the gen

Patr. Your answer, sir. eral? He is grown a very land-fish, languageless, Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart.

A plague of opinion! a man may Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.

Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, music will be in him when Hector has knocked Thersites.

out his brains, I know not : But, I am sure, Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he none; unless the fiddler Apollo, get bis sinews to professes not answering ; speaking is for beggars ; make catlings on. he wears his tongue in his arms.

I will put on

Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to hire his presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, straight. you shall see the pageant of Ajax.

Ther. Let me bear another to his horsc; for Achil. To him, Patroclus : Tell him,- I hum- that's the more capable creature. bly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the inost val- Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain orous Hector to come unarmned to my tent; and stirr'd; and I myself sce not the bottom of it. to procure safe conduct for his person, of the mag

[exeunt Achilles and Patroclus. nanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times- Ther. Would the fountain of your mind were honoured captain-general of the Grecian army, clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had Agamemnon. Do this.

rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant Patr. Jove bless great Ajax.


(erit. Ther. Humph!


Welcome to Troy! now, by Auchises' life, Enter, at one side, Æneas and Servant, with a Welcome, indeed! By Venus' haud I swear,

torch; at the other, Paris, Deiphobus, Antenor, | No man alive can love, in such a sort, Diomedes, and others, with torches.

Thu thing he means to kill, more excellently. Par. See, ho! who's that there?

Dio. We sympathize :—Jove, let Æneas live, Dei. 'Tis the lord Æneas.

If to my sword his fate be not the glory, Æne. Is the prince there in person ?

A thousand complete courses of the sun! Had I so good occasion to lie long,

But, in mine emulous honour, let him die, As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly busi- With every joint a wound; and that to-morrow

Æne. We kuow each other well. Should rob my bed-mate of my company.

Dio. We do ; and long to know each other Dio. That's my mind too.—Good morrow,

[ing, lord queas.

Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greetPar. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take bis hand : The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.Witness the process of your speech, wherein What business, lord, so early ? You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, Æne. I was sent for to the king ; but wby, I Did haunt you in the field.

know not. Æne. Health to you, valiant sir,

Par. His purpose meets you ; 'twas to bring During all question of the gentle truce:

this Greek But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance, To Calchas' house; and there to render him, As heart can think, or courage execute.

For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid. Dio.' The one and other Diomed embraces. Let's have your company; or, if you please, Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health : Haste there before us : I constantly do think, But when contention and occasion meet,

(Or, rather, call my thoughts a certain knowledge;) By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, My brother Troilus ludges there to-night'; With all my force, pursuit, and policy.

Rouse him, and give him note of our approaclig Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, ihat will Ay With the whole quality wherefore : I fear, With his face backward.— In humane gentleness, / We shall be much unwelcome.





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Æne. That I assure you ;

And then you would have tarried. Hark! Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,

there's one up. Than Cressid borne from Troy.

Pan. [within.) What are all the doors open Par. There is no help;

here? The bitter disposition of the time

Tro. It is your uncle. Will have it so. On, lord ; we'll follow you.

Enter Pandarus. Ene. Good morrow,


(erit. Cres. A pestilence on him! now will lie ba Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell in mocking : me true,

I shall have such a life, Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,-- Pan, How now, how now? how go maidenWho, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best,

beads ?Myself, or Menelaus ?

Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid ? Dio. Both alike :

Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking He merits well to have her, that doth seek her

uncle ! (Not making any scruple of her soilure,)

You bring me to do, and then you fiout me too. With such a hell of pain, and world of charge; Pan. To do what? to do what ?-let her say And you as well to keep her, that defend her what: what bave I brought you to do? (Not palating the taste of her dishonour,)

Cres. Come, come; beshrew your beart! you'll With such a costly loss of wealth and friends :

ne'er be good, He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up Nor suffer others. The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;

Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch ! a poor ca.. You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins

pocchia !-hast not slept to-night? would he not, Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors:

a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take bim! Both merits pois'd, each weighs nor less por more;

(knocking. But he as he, the heavier for a whore.

Cres. Did I not tell you ?—'Would be were Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman.

knock'd o'the head !Dio. She's bitter to her country: hear me, Who's that at the door? good uncle, go and sec.Paris,

My lord, come you again into my chamber : For every false drop in her bawdy veins

You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple Tro. Ha, ha! Of ber contaminated carrion weight,

Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no A Trojan hath been slain : since she could speak, such thing.

[linocking, She hath not given so many good words breath, How earnestly they knock! pray you, come in; As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. I would not for half Troy have you seen here. Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,

(exeunt Troilus and Cressida. Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy:

Pan. [going to the door.] Who's there? what's But we in silence bold this virtue well,

the matter? Will you beat down the door? How We'll not commend what we intend to sell. now ? what's the matter? Here lies our way.


Enter Æneas.
SCENE II. COURT BEFORE THE HOUSE OF PANDARUS. Æne. Good morrow, lord, good morrow.
Enter Troilus and Cressida,

Pan. Who's there? My lord Æneas? By my Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself'; the morn is

troth, cold.

I knew you not : what news with you so early ? Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle Æne. Is not prince Troilus here? down;

Pan. Here! what should he do here? He shall unbolt the gates.

Æne. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny Tro. Trouble him not: To bed, to bed : sleep kill those pretty eyes, It doth import him much, to speak with me. And give as soft attachment to thy senses,

Pan. Is he here, say you ? 'tis more than I As infants' empty of all thought!

know, I'll be sworn :—for my own part, I came Cres. Good morrow, then.

in late: What should he do here? Tro. Prythee now, to bed.

Æne. Who !-nay, then: Cres. Are you aweary of me?

Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are I Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day,

'ware: Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, You'll be so true to him, to be false to him : And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, Do not you know of him, yet go fetch him hither, I would not from thee.

Go. Cres. Night hath been too bricf.

As Pandarus is going out, enter Troilus. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous Tro. How now? what's the matter? wights she stays,

Æne. My lord, I scarce have leisure to saluta As tediously as hell ; but flies the grasps of love,

you, With wings more momentary-swist than thought. My matter is so rash: there is at hand You will catch cold, and curse me.


Paris your brother, and Deiphobus, Cres. Pr'ythee, tarry;

The Grecian Diomed, and our Autenor You men will never tarry,

Deliver'd to us, and for him forth with, O fuolish Cressid !-I might have still held off, Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,

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We must give up to Diomedes' hand

I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: The lady Cressida.

And to his hand when I deliver her, Tro. Is it so concluded ?

Think it an altar; and thy brother Troiius Ene. By Priam, and the general state of Troy: | A priest, there offering to it his own heart. [ezit. They are at band, and ready to effect it.

Par. I know what 'tis to love; Tro. How my achievements mock me! And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help! I will go meet them: and, my lord Æneas, Please you, walk in, my lords. We met by chance; you did not find me here. SCENE IV. A ROOM IN PANDARUS' HOUSE. Æne. Good, good, my lord ; the secrets of

Enter Pundarus and Cressida.

Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. Have not more gift in taciturnity.

Cres. Why tell you me of moderation ? [errunt Tro. & Æne. The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? And violenteth in a sense as strong The devil take Antenor! The young prince will As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it? go mad. A plagile upon Antenor! I would, they If I could temporize with my affection, had broke's neck!

Or brew it to a weak aid colder palate,
Enter Cressida.

The like allayment could I give my grief :
Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who My love admits no qualifying dross;
was here?

No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Pan. Ah, ah!

Enter Troilus. Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? Where's Pan. Here, here, here he comes. -Ali, sweet iny lord gone?

ducks! Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?

Cres. O Troilus! Troilus! [embracing him. Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth Pan. What a pair of spectacles is bere! Let as I am above!

me embrace too : O heart, -as the gocdly saying Cres. O the gods !—What's the matter?

is, Pan. Prythee, get thee in ; 'would thou had'st

-O heart, O heavy heart, ne'er been born! I knew, thou would'st be bis

Why sighost thou without breaking ? death :-O poor gentleman !-A plague upon where he answers again, Autenor!

Because thou canst not ease thy smart, Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees,

By friendship, nor by speaking. I beseech you, what's the matter ?

There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must away nothing, for we may live to have need of be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou such a verse; we see it, we see it. - How now, must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus ; | lambs ? 'twill be his death : 'twill be his bane; he can- Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, got bear it.

That the blest gods—as angry with my fancy, Cres. O you immortal gods !—I will not go. More bright in zeal than the devotion which Pan. Thou must.

Cold lips blow to their deities,-take thee from Cres. I will not, uncle:- I have forgot my father ;

Cres. Have the gods envy ? I know no touch of consanguinity!

Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case.
No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, Cres. And is it true, that I must go from Troy?
As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine !

Tro. A hateful truth.
Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood, Cres. What, and from Troilus too?
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, Tro. From Troy and Troilus.
Do to this body what extremes you can ;

Cres. Is it possible ?
But the strong base and building of my love Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance
Is as the very centre of the earth,

Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by Drawing all things to it. I'll go in, and weep; All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips Pan. Do, do.

Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vow praised cheeks ;

Even in the birth of our owv labouring breath; Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my We two, that with so many thousand sighs heart

Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves With sounding Troilus. I will not go from With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Troy.

[cx eunt. Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, SCENE JII. DEFORE PANDANUS' House. Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how: Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, As many farewells as be stars in heaven, and Diomedes.

With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them, Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd He fumbles up into a loose adieu ; Of her delivery to tbis valiant Greek

And scants us with a single famishi'd kiss, Comes fast upon :

:-good, my brother Troilus, Distasted with the salt of broken tears. Tell you the lady what she is to do,

Ænc. (urithin.] My lord ! is the lady readly? And haste her to the purpose,

Tro. Hark! you are call'd : some day, the Tro. Walk in to her house ;

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Crics, Come! to him that instantly must die. While others fish with craft for great opinion, Bid them have patience; she shall come anon. I with great truth catch mere simplicity ;

Pun. Where are my tears ? rain, to lay this Whilst some with cunning gild their coppes wind, or my heart will be blown up by the root!


(exit. With truth and plainness I do wear mire bare. Cres. I must then to the Greeks?

Frar not my truth; the moral of my wit Tro. No remedy.

Js—plain, and true,—there's all the reach of it. Cres. A woful Cressid 'mongst the merry Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and Greeks!

Diomedes. When shall we see again?

Welcome, sir Diomed! here is the lady, Tro. Hear me, my love :- Be thou but true of which for Antenor we deliver you : heart,

At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand; Cres. I true! how now? what wicked deem And, by the way, possess thee what she is. is this?

Entreat her fair ; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, If e'er thou stand at mercy of my sword, For it is parting from us :

Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe
I speak not, be thou true, as fearing thee;

As Priam is in Ilion.
For I will throw my glove to death himself, Dio. Fair lady Cressid,
That there's no maculation in thy heart :

So please you, save the thanks this prince expects : But, be thou true, say I, to fashion in

The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, My sequent protestation; be thou true,

Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed And I will see thee.

You shall be mistress, and command him wholly. Cres. O, you shall be expos'd, my lord, to Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, dangers

To shame the zeal of my petition to thee, As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. In praising her : I tell thee, lord of Greece, Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises, this sleeve.

As thou unworthy to be call’d her servant. Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge; you?

For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not, Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard, To give thee nightly visitation.

I'll cut thy tbroat. l'ut yet, be true.

Dio. O, be not mov'd, prince Troilus : Cres. () heavens !-be true, again?

Let ine be privileg'd by my place, and message, Tro. Hear why I speak it, love:

To be a speaker free; when I am bence, The Grecian youths are full of quality :

I'll answer to my lust: and know you, lord, They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth nature flowing,

She shall be priz'd; but that you say—be't so, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; I'll speak it in my spirit and honour, -no. How novelty may move, and parts with person, Tro. Come, to the port – I'll tell thee, Diomed, Alas, a kind of godly jealousy

This brave shall oft make thee to bide thy head.(Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,) Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk, Makes me afeard.

To our own selves bend we our needful talk. Cres. O heavens! you love me not.

(exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomedes. Tro. I a villain then !

Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. (trumpet heard. In this I do not call your faith in question, Æne. How have we spent this morning! So mainly as my merit: I cannot sing,

The prince must think me tardy and remiss, Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk, That swore to ride before bim to the field. Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all,

Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault: come, come, to field To which the Grecians are most prompt and

with him. pregnant:

Dei. Let us make ready straight. But I can tell, that in each grace of these

Æne. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil, Let us address to tend on Hector's heels : That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted. The glory of our Troy doth this day lie Cres. Do you think, I will ?

On his fair worth, and single chavilry. [exeunt. Tro. No.

SCENE V. THE GRECIAN CAMP. LISTS SET OUT. But soinething may be done, that we will not : Enter Ajax, armed; Agamemnon, Achilles, Patro. And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,

clus, Menelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, and others. When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Agam. Here art thou in appointment fresh and Presurning on their changerul potency.

fair, Æne. [within.] Nay, good, my lord !

Anticipating time with starting courage. Tro. Come, kiss; and let us part.

Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy, Par. (within.] Brother Troilus !

Thou dreadful Ajax ; that the appalled air Tro. Good brother, come you hither;

May pierce the head of the great combatant, And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you. And hale him hither. Cres. My lord, will you be true?

Ajar. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Tro. Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault: Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen piye :

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