What is aught, but as 'tis valued Hect. But value dwells not in particular will; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein 'tis precious of itself As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry, To make the service greater than the god; nour: We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder viands We do not throw in unrespective sieve, And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held cap tive, He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt: Is she worth keeping? Why, she is a pearl, Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships, And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants. And cry'd-Inestimable !) why do you now Cas. [Within Cry, Trojans, cry! Pri. What noise what shriek is this? Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice. Cas. [Within.] Cry, Trojans! Hect. It is Cassandra. Enter Cassandra, raving. Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with prophetick tears. Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled elders, Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry, Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel, Par. Else might the world convince of levity, Pri. Paris, you speak Like one besotted on your sweet delights: Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself There's not the meanest spirit on our party, The reasons, you allege, do more conduce To the hot passion of distemper'd blood, venge, terfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my contemplation: but it is no matter; Thyself re-upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! then if she, that lays thee out, says-thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon 't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen.-Where's Achilles? Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice nion Is this, in way of truth; yet, ne'ertheless, For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance Tro. Why, there you touch'd the life of our Were it not glory that we more affected Hect. I am yours, You valiant offspring of great Priamus.- SCENE III. [Exeunt. The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles' Tent. Ther. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction! 'would, it were other wise; that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: ''Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves. thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mercury,lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus; if ye take not that little little-less-than-little wit from them that they have! which short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing their massy irons, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the bone-ache! for that, methinks, is the curse dependant on those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers; and devil, envy, say Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles ! Enter Patroclus. Patr. Who's there? Thersites ? Good Ther sites, come in and rail. Patr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer ? Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt coun-I Ther. Ay; the heavens hear me ! Achil. Who's there? Patr. Thersites, my lord. Achil. Where, where ?-Art thou come? Why my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou no served thyself in to my table so many meals Come, what's Agamemnon? Ther. Thy commander, Achilles:-Then tel me, Patroclus, what's Achilles? Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself? Patroclus, what art thou 7 Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Patr. Thou mayest tell, that knowest. Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Aga memnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool. Patr. You rascal! Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done. Achil. He is a privileged man.-Proceed, Thersites. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool. Achil. Derive this; come. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Patr. Why am I a fool ? Ther. Make that demand of the prover.-It suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here? Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, Diomedes, and Ajax. [Eril Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody:Come in with me, Thersites. [Exit. Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery! all the argument is, a cuck old, and a whore; a good quarrel, to draw emulous factions, and bleed to death upon! Now the dry serpigo on the subject! and war, and lechery, confound all! Agam. Where is Achilles? Patr. Within his tent; but ill dispos'd, my lord. Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are He shent our messengers; and we lay by Our appertainments, visiting of him: Let him be told so; lest, perchance, ne think We dare not move the question of our place, Or know not what we are. here. Patr. Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart; you him. Nest. Who? Thersites ? Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument. Ulyss. No; you see he is his argument, that Das his argument; Achilles. Nest. All the better; their fraction is more our wish, than their faction: But it was a strong composure, a fool could disunite. Ulyss. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Re-enter Patroclus. Nest. No Achilles with him. Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure. Patr. Achilles bids me say-he is much sorry, If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Did move your greatness, and this noble state, To call upon him; he hopes it is no other, But, for your health and your digestion sake, An after-dinner's breath. Agam. Much attribute he hath and much the reason If you do say-We think him over-proud, Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on; * Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We come to speak with him.-Ulysses, enter. Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulyss. Things small as notning, for request's sake only, He makes important: Possess'd he is with great. r.ess; And speaks not to himself, but with a pride That bastes his arrogance with his own seam; By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride; [Aside. [Exit. Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow ! Nest. How he describes Erit Ulysses. Ajax. Ulyss. Can he not be sociable ? The raven [Aside. Ajax. What is he more than another? Agam. No more than what he thinks he is. Ajar. Is he so much? Do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than I am? Agam. No question. Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say -he is 7 Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable. Ajar. Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow I know not what pride is. Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. He that is proud, eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle: and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. Ajar. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange? Re-enter Ulysses. [Aside. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Agam, What's his excuse? Vlyss. He doth rely on none; But carries on the stream of his dispose, Without observance or respect of any, In will peculiar and in self-admission. Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, I will let his humours blood. [Aside. Agam. He'll be the physician, that should be the patient. Ajax. An all men Were o' my mind, Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Dio. Or covetous of praise? What a vice If he were proud 7 ? Ay, or surly borne Serv. No, sir, Helen: Could you not find out that by her attributes? Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the prince Troilus; I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seeths. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, indeed! Enter Paris and Helen, attended. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. queen-Fair prince, here is good broken musick. Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet Nestor,-Par. You have broke it, cousin and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance ;~Nell, he is full of harmony. He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;- Ajax. Shall I call you father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here: the Achilles hart Keeps thicket. Please it our great general And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. ACT III. SCENE I. Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. Pan. Truly, lady, no. Helen. O, sir, Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits. Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen :- Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offence. Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you Pan. Friend! you; pray you, a word: Do not will make his excuse. Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him." Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better. Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pan. What says my sweet queen,-my very very sweet queen? Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night? Helen. Nay, but my lord, Pan. What says my sweet queen ?-My cousin will fall out with you. You must not know where he sups. Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cres sida. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say lord--Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick. Par. I spy. Serv. You are in the state of grace. Musick within. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and ship are my titles:-What musick is this? Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians? Serv. Wholly, sir. Pan. Who play they to? Serv. To the hearers, sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Pan. You spy! what do you spy ?-Come, give Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris. Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love musick. Pan. He! no, she'll none of him: they two Pun. Command, I mean, friend. Serv. That's to 't, indeed, sir: Marry, sir, at are twain. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now. Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Helen. Let thy song be love; this love will undo us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid ! That it enchants my sense; What will it be, Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i' faith. love. Pan. In good troth, it begins so: Love, love, nothing but love, still more! But tickles still the sore. These lovers cry-Oh! Oh! they die! Oh! oh! awhile, but ha! ha! ha! Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds ?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day? Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-night, but my Nell would not have it SO. How chance my brother Troilus went not? Helen He hangs the lip at something;-you know all, lord Pandarus." Love's thrice-reputed nectar; death, I fear me I tear it much; and I do fear besides, Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite; I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain: she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit Pandarus. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; Enter Pandarus and Cressida. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush 7 shame's a baby.-Here she is now swear the oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i' the fills.-Why do you not speak to her?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.-I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd close your brother's excuse? sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress; How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there carpenter the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i' the river: go to, go to. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here's-In witness whereof the parties interchangeably-Come in, come in; I'll go get [Exit Pandarus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Tro. O, Cressida, how often have I wished me a fire. Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt. Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting. Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my cousin Cressida's? Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither. Enter Troilus. Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her Cres. Wished, my lord ?-The gods grant !O my lord! Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. Tro. Fears make devils cherubims: they never see truly. safer footing than blind reason stumbling with Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds out fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady-that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit. Cres. They say, all lovers swear more per formance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lious, and the act of hares, are they not monsters? |