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As amply titled as Achilles is,

Here is a man -But 'tis before his face; By going to Achilles :

I will be silent.
That were to enlard his fat-already pride;

Nest. Wherefore should you so ? Et
And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
With entertaining great Hyperion.

Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiants This lord go to bim! Jupiter forbid ;

Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus And say in thunder-Achilles, go to him. I would, he were a Trojan!

(with us! Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him, Nest. What a vice

[aside. Were it in Ajax now. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this ap- Ulyss. If he were proud ? plause!

[aside. Dio. Or covetous of praise ? Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist, I'll Ulyss. Ay, or surly burne? Over the face.

[bash him

Dio. Or strange, or self-affected? Agam. O, no, you shall not go,

Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his sweet com posure ; Let me go to him.

[pride: Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature quarrel.

Thrice-fam'd, beyond all erudition : Ajar. A paltry, insolent fellow,

But he that disciplin'd tby arms to fight, Nest. How he describes

Let Mars divide eternity in twain, Himself!

[aside. And give him half; and, for thy vigour, Ajar. Can he not be sociable ?

Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield Ulyss. The raven

To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom, Chides blackness.

[aside. Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines Ajax. I will let his humours blood.

Thy spacious and dilated parts; here's Nestor, Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the Instructed by the antiquary times, patient.

[aside. He must, he is, he cannot but be wise :Ajax. An all men

But pardon, father Nestor, were your days Were o'my mind,

As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd, Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [aside. You should not have the eminence of him, Ajax. He should not bear it so,

But be as Ajax.
He should eat swords first : shall pride carry it? Ajar. Shall I call you father?
Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half.


Nest. Ay, my good son. Ulyss. He'd have ten shares.

[aside. Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. (Achilles Ajax. I'll knead him, I'll make him supple:- Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Nest. He's not thorough warm: force him with Keeps thicket. Please it our great general praises

To call together all his state of war; Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [aside. Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow, Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this We must with all our main of power stand fast : dislike.

[to Agamemnon. And here's a lord, --come knights from east to west, Nest. O 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: Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw barm,


A ROOM IN PRIAM'S PALACE. Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is music in
Enter Pandarus and a Servant.

Pan. Friend! you ! pray you, a word: do not Pan. Know you the musicians?
you follow the young lord Paris ?

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

Pan. Who play they to? Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean?

Serv. To the hearers, sir. Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Fan. At whose pleasure, friend? Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman ; Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music I must needs praise him.

Pan. Command, I mean, friend. Serv. The lord be praised !

Serv. Who shall I command, sir? Pan. You know me, do you not?

Pan. Friend, we understand one another; Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: at Pan. Friend, know me better ; I am the lord whose request do these men play? Pandarus.

Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir: marry, sir, at Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better. the request of Paris my lord, who is there iu Pan. I do desire it.

person ; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart. Serv. You are in a state of grace.

blood of beauty, love's invisible soul,, (music within.

Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lord- Serv. No, sir, Helen; could you not to our alipara my titles :- What music is this?

that by her attributes ?



Shoots buck and doe:


Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not ! Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with my lord Paris. Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make a Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two complimental assault upon him, for my business are twain. meths.

1 Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may mako Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, them three. indeed!

1 Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; Enter Paris and Helen, attended.

I'll sing you a song now. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen!

Pan. Ay, you may, you may. fair thoughts be your fair pillow !

Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will unHelen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. do us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. queen.— Fair prince, here is good broken music. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but

Par. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my love. life, you sball make it whole again; you shall Pan. In good troth, it begins so : piece it out with a piece of your performance :

Love, love, nothing but love, still more! Nell, he is full of harmony.

For, oh, love's bow Pan. Truly, lady, no.

The shaft confounds, Helen. O, sir,

Not that it wounds,

But tickles still the sore. Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.

These lovers cry-Oh! ob! they die ! Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in Yet that, which seems the wound to kill, fits.

Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!

So dying love lives still:
Pan. I have bus'ness to my lord, dear queen : Oh! oh! awhile, but ha! ha! ha!
-My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ?

Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll Hey ho!
hear you sing, certainly.

Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with nose.

-But (marry) thus, my lord, My dear Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and Jord, and most esteemed friend, your brother that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot Troilus

thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,- hot deeds is love.

Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to :-commends | Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, himself most affectionately to you.

hot thoughts, and hot deeds ?- Why, they are Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; / ripers : is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet if you do, our melancholy upon your head! lord, who's a-field to-day? Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen ; that's a sweet Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor,

(offence. and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour armed to-night, but my Nell would not have it

Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that 80. How chance my brother Troilus went not? shall it not, in trutb, la. Nay, I care not for Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you such words; no, no.- - And, my lord, he desires know all, lord Pandarus. you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.—I long to will make his excuse.

hear how they sped to-day. - You'll remember Helen. My lord Pandarus,

your brother's excuse. Pan. What says my sweet queen ?-my very

Par. To a hair. very sweet queen ?

Pan. Farewell, sweet qucen. Par. What exploit's in hand ? where sups he

Helen. Commend me to your niece. to-night?

Par. I will, sweet queen. Helen. Nay, but my lord,

(erit. A retreat sourded. Pan. What says my sweet queen ?—My cousin Par. They are come from field : let us will fall out with you. You must not know

Priam's hall, where he sups.

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer, Cressida.

woo you, Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wides To help unarm our Hector: bis stubborn buckles, come, your disposer is sick.

With these your wbite enchanting fingers touch'd, Par. Well, I'll make excuse.

Shall more obey than to the edge of steel, Pan. Ay, good, my lord. Why should you Ir force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more Bay-Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick. Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector.

Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Pan. You spy! what do you spy ?-- Come, give

Paris : me an instrument. —Now, sweet queen.

Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Helen. Why, this is kindly done.

Gives us more palm in beauty than we have, Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing Yea, overshines ourself. you have, sweet queen.

Pur. Sweet, above thought I love thee. (ereunt.

queen, i'faith.


4.Par. I spy

my lord !

SCENE II. THE SAME. PANDARUS' ORCHARD. -In witness whereof the parties interchangeably

Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting. Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire. (exit Pandarum. Pan. How now? Where's thy master? at my Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? cousin Cressida's ?

Tro. O Cressida, how often bave I wished me Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thus ? thither.

Cres. Wished, my lord ?— The gods grant! O, Enter Troilus. Pan. O, here he comes.—How now, how now? Tro. What should they grant? what inakes Tro. Sirrah, walk off.

[exit Servant. this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?

espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love ? Tro. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door, Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks, eyes. Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, Tro. Fears make devils cherubims; they never And give me swift transportance to those fields, see truly. Where I may wallow in the lily beds

Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, safer footing than blind reason stumbling without From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, fear: to fear the worst, oft cures the worst. And fly with me to Cressid !

Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. straight.

[exit Pandarus. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when The imaginary relisb is so sweet,

we vow to weep seas, live in tire, eat rocks, tame That it enchants my sense; what will it be, tigers; thinking.it harder for our mistress to deWhen that the wat'ry palate tastes indeed vise imposition enough, than for us to undergo Love's thrice-reputed nectar : death, I fear me; any difficulty imposed. This is the moustruosity Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, in love, lady,—that the will is infinite, and the Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, execution confined; that the desire is boundless, For the capacity of my ruder powers :

and the act a slave to limit. I fear it much; and I do fear besides,

Cres. They say, all lovers swear more perThat I shall lose distinction in my joys;

formance than they are able, and yet reserve an As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps ability that they never perform; vowing more than The enemy flying.

the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the Rc-enter Pandarus.

tenth part of one. They that have the voice of Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come lions, and the acts of hares, are they not monsters ? straight : you must be witty now. She does so Tro, Are there such ? such are not we: praise blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perthe prettiest villain :-she fetches her breath as fection in reversion shall have a praise in present: sbort as a new-ta'en sparrow.

[ezit Pand. we will not name desert, before his birth; and, Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my being born, his addition shall be humble. Few bosom:

words to fair faith : Troilus shall be such to My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; Cressid, as wbat envy can say worst shall be a And all my powers do their bestowing lose, mock for his truth; and what truth can speak Like vassalage at unawares encountering

truest, not truer than Troilus. The eye of majesty.

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
Enter Pandarus and Cressida.

Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush ? Pan. What, blushing still ? have you not done shame's a baby.—Here she is now : swear the talking yet? oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me.- Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I What, are you gone again? you must be watched dedicate to you. ere you be made tame, must you ?

Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, boy of you, you'll give him me : be true to my we'll put you i'the fills. Why do you not speak lord: if he flinch, chide me for it. to her?

Come, draw this curtain, and let's see Tro. You know now your hostages; your your picture. A las the day, how loath you are uncle's word, and my firm faith. to offend dir-light! an 'twere dark, you'd close Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our

So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, How now, a kiss in fee-furm! build there, car- they are constant, deing won: they are burs, I penter; the air is sweet.

Nay, you shall fight can tell you ; they'll stick where they are thrown. your bearts out, ere l part you. Tbe falcon as Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings the tercel, for all the ducks i'the river : go to, go

me heart: to.

Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. For inany weary months,

(win? Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was wron, my activity in question. What, billing again? Here's lord,

Come your


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With the first glance that ever

-Pardon me ;

Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration,
If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. As true as steel, as plantage.to the moon,
I love you now; but not, till now, so much As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
But I might master it:-in faith, I lie;

As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
Too headstrong for their mother : scc, we fools ! As truth's authentic author to be cited,
Why have I blabb’d? who shall be true to us, As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,
When we are so unsecret to ourselves ?

And sanctify the numbers.
But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not; Cres. Prophet may you be!
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
Or that we women had men's privilege

When time is old and bath forgot itself,
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy,
For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak

And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
The thing I shall repent! See, see, your silence, And mighty states characterless are grated
Cunning in dumbress, from my weakness draws To dusty nothing; yet let memory,
My very soul of counsel : stop my mouth. From false to false, among false maids in love,

Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said-as ti si thence.

false Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ; I am asham'd ;-0 beavens! what have I done?— Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, For this time will I take my leave, my lord. As false as Cressid. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?

Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, seal it; Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow I'll be the witness.—Here I hold your hand; inorning,

here, my cousin's, If ever you prove false one Cres. Pray you, content you.

to another, since I have taken such pains to bring Tro. What offends you, lady?

you together; let all pitiful goers-between be Cres. Sir, mine own company.

call'd to the world's end after my name, call them Tro. You cannot shun

all- Pandars: let all inconstant men be TroilYourself.

uses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers Cres. Let me go and try :

between Pandars; say, amen. I have a kind of self resides with you;

Tro. Amen. But an unkind self, that itself will leave,

Cres. Amen. To be another's fool. I would be gone :

Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. chanıber and a bed; which bed, because it shall Tro. Well know they what they speak, that not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to speak so wisely.

death : away Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens bere, than love;

Bed, chamber, Pandar, to provide this gear! And fell so roundly to a large confession,

[ereunt. To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise;

SCENE III. THE GRECIAN CAMP. Or else you love not; for to be wise, and love, Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes Nestor, Excceds man's might; that dwells with gods

djax, Menclaus, and C:ilchas. above.

Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a womai,

you, (As, if it can, I will presume in you)

The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, To keep her constancy in plight and youth, That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind I have abandon'd Troy, left my possessions. That doth renew swifter than blood decays! Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos’d myself, Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me, - From certain and possess'd conveniences, That my integrity and truth to you thin To doubtful fortunés ; sequestring from me all, Might be affronted with the match and weight Tbat time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Of such a winnow'd purity in love;

Made tame and most familiar to my nature; How, were I then uplifted! but, alas,

And here, to do you service, am become I am as true as trutb's simplicity,

As new into the world, strange, unacquainted : And simpler than the infancy of truth.

I do beseech you, as in way of taste, Cres. In that I'll war with you,

To give me now a little benefit, Tro. O virtuous fight,

Out of those many register'd in promise, When right with right wars, who shall be most Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. right!

Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan ? True swains in love shall, in the world to come,

make demand. Approve their truths by Troilus: when their Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd' Antenui, rhymes,

Yesterday took ; Troy holds him very dear, Full of protest, and oath, and big compare,

Oft have you (often have you thanks therefure,)


Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, Achil. What, am I poor of late?
Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor, 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with for.
I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,

tune, That their negociations all must slack,

Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, Wanting his manage; and they will almost He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam, As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, In change of him : lct bim be sent, great princes, Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer; And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence And not a man, for being simply man, Shall quite strike off all service I have done, Hath any honour; but honour for those honours In most accepted pain,

That are without him, as place, riches, favour, Ayam. Let Diomed bear him,

Prizes of accident as oft as merit: And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have which when they fall, as being slippery standers, What he requests of us.- -Good Diomed,

The love that lean'd on them, as slippery too, Furnish you fairly for this interchange:

Do one pluck down another, and together Withal, bring word—if Hector will to-morrow Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me : Be answer'd in his challenge; Ajax is ready. Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy

Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden At ample point all that I did possess, Which I am proud to bear.

Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find ex. Diomedes and Calchas.

out Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent. Something not worth in me such rich beholding Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his As they have often given. Here is Ulysses ; tent:

I'll interrupt his reading.–
Please it our general to pass strangely by him, How now, Ulysses ?
As if he were forgot: and, princes all,

Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him :-

Achil. What are you reading ? I will come last: 'Tis like, he'll question me, Ulyss. A strange fellow here Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn d Writes me, that man-how dearly ever parted, on him?

How much in having, or without, or in, If so, I have derision med'cinable,

Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, To use between your strangeness and his pride, Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection; Which his own will shall bave desire to drink; As when his virtues shining upon others It may do good : pride hath no other glass Heat them, and they retort that heat again To show itself, but pride; for supple knecs To the first giver. Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses.

Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on The beauty that is borne here in the face, A form of strangeness as we pass along ;

The bearer knows not, but commends itself
Su do each lord ; and either greet him not, To others' eyes : nor doth the eye itself,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more (That most pure spirit of sense) behold itsell,
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. [me? Not going from itself: but cye to cye oppos'd

Achil. What, comes the general to speak with | Salutes each other with each other's form.
You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst For speculation turns not to itself,

Till it bath travell’d, and is married there, Agam. What says Achilles ? would he aught Where it may see itself': this is not strange at all. with us?

Ulyss. I do not strain at the position, Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the It is familiar ; but at the author's drift: general ?

Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves Achil. No.

That no man is the lord of any thing Nest. Nothing, my lord.

(Though in and of him there be much consisting) Agam. The better.

Till he communicate his parts to others : [exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Nor doth he of himself know them for aught, Achil. Good day, good day.

Till he behold them form'd in the applause, Mon. How do you? how do you ? :) Where they are extended ; which, like an arch,

[errit Menelaus. :)

reverberates Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? The voice again; or, like a gate of steel Ajax. How now, Patroclus?

Fronting the sun, receives and renders back Achil. Good morrow, Ajax:

His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this: Ajax. Ha?

Aud apprehended here immediately Achil. Good morrow.

The unknown Ajax. Ajar. Ay, and good next day too. (erit Ajar. Heavens, whát a man is there! a very horse; Achil. What mean these fellows? Kuow they That has he knows not what. Nature, what not Achilles ?

things there are, Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd Most abject in regard, and dear in use! to held,

What things again most dear in the esteem, To send their siniles before them to Achilles ; And poor in worth! Now shall we see ti-morrow, To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep An act that very chance doth throw upon him, To holy aluar's.

Ajax renowu’d. O heavens, what soine inco ilo,

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