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And buckle-in a waist most fathomless,
Cas. (Within | Cry, Trojans, cry!
What noise 1 what shriek is this?
Hect. It is Cassandra.
Enter Cassandra, raving.
And I will 'fill them with prophetick tears.
Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled
Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes
Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears
Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stan!; And fy like chidden Mercury from Jove, Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all. Or like a star dis-orb'd ?-Nay, if we talk of rea- Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a wo: son,
Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. [Erit Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high honour
Some touches of remorse? or is your blood
Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Why, brother Hector, The holding.
We may not think the justness of each act Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ? Such and no other than event doth form it; Hect. But value dwells not in particular will; Nor once deject the courage of our minds It holds his estimate and dignity
Because Cassandra's mad : her brainsick rap. As well wherein 'tis precious of itself
tures As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry,
Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel, To make ihe service greater than the god; Which hath our several honours all engag'd And the will dotes, that is attributive
To make it gracious. For my private part, To what infectiously itself affects,
I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons :
Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election Such things as might offend the weakest spleen
To fight for and maintain !
What propugnation is in one man's valour,
Were I alone to pass the difficulties,
Paris, you speak
So to be valiant is 10 privise at all. And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held cap Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself tive,
'The pleasures such a beanty brings with it; He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and But I would have the soil of her fair rape freshness
Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her.
That so degenerate a strain as this
Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd,
The world's large spaces cannot parallel. beggar the estimation which you priz'd
Hect. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said well;
To the hot passion of distemper'd blood, terfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my Than to make up a free determination
contemplation : but it is no matter; Thyselt "Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure, and re-upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, venge,
folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue ! Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline or any true decision. Nature craves,
come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direcAll dues be render'd to their owners; Now tion till thy death I then if she, that lays thee What nearer debt in all humanity,
out, says-thou art a fair corse, l'll be sworn Than wife is to the husband ? if this law
and sworn upon ', she never shrouded any but Of nature be corrupted through affection ; lazars. Amen. - Where's Achilles ? And that great minds, of partial indulgence Patr. What, art thou devout ? wast thou in To their benumbed wills, resist the same;
Achil. Who's there?
Patr. Thersites, my lord. of nature, and of nations, speak aloud
Achil. Where, where ?-Art thou come? Why To have her back return'd : Thus to persist
my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou no In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong,
served thyself in to my table so many meals But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opi- Come, what's Agamemnon ? nion
Ther. Thy commander, Achilles :-Then tela Is this, in way of truth; yet, ne'ertheless,
me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ? My sprightly brethren, I propend to you
Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; 'Then tell me, I In resolution to keep Helen still;
pray thee, what's thyself? For 'tis a culise thai hath no mean dependance
Ther. Thy koower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Uron our joint and several dignities.
Patroclus, what art thou 7 Tro. Why, there you touch'd the life of our
Patr. Thou mayest tell, that knowest. design :
Achil. O, teil, teil.
Ther. I'll decline the whole question. AgaWere it not glory that we more affected Than the performance of our heaving spleens,
memnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood
lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector, "Patr. You rascal !
is a fool. She is a theme of honour and renown;
Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.
Achil. He is a privileged man.-Proceed,
Thersites. And fame, in time to come, canonize us : For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose Ther. Agamemnon is a fool ; Achilles is a fool; So rich advantage of a promis'd glory,
Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus
is a fool. As smiles upon the forehead of this action,
Achil. Derive this; come.
I am yours,
Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to comYou valiant offspring of great Priamus.
mand Achilles ; Achilles is a fool to be comI have a roisting challenge sent amongst
manded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to The dull and factions nobles of the Greeks,
serve such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits :
Patr. Why am I a fool ? I was advertis'd, their great general slept,
Ther. Make that demand of the prover. - It sufWhilst emulation in the army crept ;
fices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here? This, I presume, will wake him. (Ereunt. Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, Diomedes,
and Ajax. SCENE 111.
Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody :The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles' Tent. Come in with me, Thersites.
[Erit. Enter Thersites.
Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling,
and such knavery ! all the argument is, a cuck Ther. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the old, and a whore; a good quarrel, to draw labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax emulous factions, and bleed to death upon! carry it thus? he bcats me, and I rail at him: Now the dry serpigo on the subject ! and war, 0 worthy satisfaction ! 'would, it were others and lechery, confound all!
(Esil wise ; that I could beat him, whilst he railed at
Agam. Where is Achilles ? me: 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, Patr. Within his tent; but ill dispos'd, my lord. but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are Then there's Achilles, a rare engineer: If Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the He shent our messengers; and we lay by walls will stand till they fall of themselves. 0 Our appertainments, visiting of him thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget Let him be told so ; lest, perchance, ne think that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mer- We dare not move the question of our place, cury,lose all the serpentinecraft of thy Caduceus; Or know not what we are. if ye take not that little little less-thanlittle wit
I shall say so to him. [Erit. from them that they have! which short-armed
Ulys. We saw him at the opening of his tent; ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it He is not sick. will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a
Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart ; you spider, without drawing their massy irons, and may call it melancholy, if you will favour the cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on man; but, by my head, ris pride : But why, the whole camp! or, rather, the bone-ache! for why ? let him show us a cause. --A word, nay that, methinks, is the curse dependant on those lord.
[Takes Agamemnon aside that war for a placket. I have said my prayers; Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? and devil, envy, say Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles !
Ulyss. Achilles hath'inveighed his fool from
him Enter Patroclus.
Nest. Who? Thersites? Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Ther Ulyss.
He. sites, come in and rail.
Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt coun- lost his argumente
Ulyss. No; you se he is his argument, that|Untent his person, and share the air with us?
Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's
r.ess; Ulyss. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly And speaks not to himself, but with a pride way easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. That quarrels at self-breach : imagin'd worth Re-enter Patroctus.
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse,
That, 'twixt his inental and his active parts, Nest. No Achilles with him.
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,
Let Ajax go to him.-
'Tis said he holds you well; and will be led, To call apon him; he hopes it is no other,
At your request, a little from himself.
We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
Hear yon, Patroclus ;- When they go from Achilles ; Shall the proud
And never suffers inatter of the world
No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord
Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
By going to Achilles :
This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid,
And say in thunder-Achilles, go to him.
[ Aside. His humorous predominance ; yea, watch Dio. And how his silence drinks up this apHis pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as it
[ Aside. The passage and whole carriage of this action
Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and aad,
Over the face.
0, no, you shall not go. Not portable, lie under this report
Ajar. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his Bring action hither, this cannot go to war :
Let me go to him.
Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our
(Erit. Ajat. A paltry, insolent fellow ! Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, Nest.
How he describes We come to speak with him.-Ulysses, enter. Himself!
(Aside. (Erit Ulysses. Ajax.
Can he not be sociable ?
The raven Agam. No more than what he thinks he is.
[ Aside. Ajar. Is he so much? Do you not think, he Ajout.
I will let his humours blood. thinks himself a better man than I am ?
Agam. He'll be the physician, that should be Agam. No question.
[Aside. Ajar. Will you subscribe his thought, and say
Ajar. An all men he is 1
Were o' my mind, Agam. No, noble Ajax ; you are as strong, as Ulyss. Wit would be ont of fashion. (Aside. valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, Ajar. He should not bear it so, and altogether more tractable.
He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Ajax. Why should a man be proud ? How doth
Next. An 'twould, you'd carry half. Aside. príde grow 1 I know not what pride is.
Ulyss. He'd have ten shares. Aside. Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and Ajar. I'll knead him, I will make him supple: your virtues the fairer. He that is prond, eats up Nest. He's not yet thorough warm : force him himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, with praises : his own chronicle: and whatever praises itsell but Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
Ulyes. My lord, you feed too much on this Ajar. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the dislike.
[ To Agamemnon. engendering of toads.
Nest. O noble general, do not do so. Nest. And yet he loves himself : it not Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. strange?
(Aside. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him Re-enter Ulysses.
I will be silent.
Wherefore shonld you so ?
Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant
Ajar. A whoresop dog, that shall palter thus Agam. Wby will be not, upon our fa's request,
I would, he were a Trojan!
Serv. No, sir, Helen : Could you not find out Nest.
What a vice that by her attributes ? Were it in Ajax now
Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not Ulyss.
If he were proud 7 seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Dio. Or covetous of praise ?
Paris from the prince Troilus; I will make a Ulyss.
Ay, or surly borne ? complimental assault upon him, for my business Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ?
seeths. Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of. Sero. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, sweet composure ;
Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight,
fair company ! fair desires, in all fair measure, Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen i And give him half: and, for thy vigour,
fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
Helen. Dear lord, you are fall of fair words. To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore confines
queen.-Fair prince, here is good broken musick. Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor, life, you shall make it whole again ; you shall
Par. You have broke it, cousin : and, by my Instructed by the antiquary times, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;
piece it out with a piece of your performance But pardon, father Nestor, were your days
Nell, he is full of harmony.
Pan. Truly, lady, no.
Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude
Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in
fits. Nest. Ay, my good son.
Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen : Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. There is no larrying here : the hart My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word? Achilles
Helen. 'Nay, this shall not hedge us out : we'll Keeps thicket. Please it our great general
hear you sing, certainly. To call together all his state of war;
Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with Fresh kings are come to Troy : To-morrow,
me.-But(marry) thus, my lord,-My dear loni, We must with all our main of power stand fast: and most esteemed friend,
your brother 'Troilus? And here's a lord,-come knights from east to
Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,
Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to :commends west,
himself most affectionately to you. And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: If you do, our melancholy upon your head !
Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks
draw Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet deep.
queen, i' faith.
Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour ACT III.
oftence. SCENE I. Troy.
Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that A Room in Priam's Palace.
shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for
such words; no, no.-And, my lord, he desires Enter Pandarus and a Servant.
you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you Pan. Friend ! you ; pray you, a word : Do not will make his excuse. you follow the young lord Paris ?
Helen. My lord Pandartis, Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
Pan. What says my sweet queen,-my very Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? very sweet queen ? Serv. Sir, 1 do depend upon the lord.
Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; to-night? I must needs praise him.
Helen. Nay, but my lord, Sero. The lord be praised !
Pan. What says my sweet queen ?-My cousin Pan. You know me, do you not ?
will fall out with you. You must not know Seru. 'Faith, sir, superficially.
where he sups. Pan. Friend, know me betier; I am the lord Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cres Pandarus.
sida. Sero. I hope, I shall know your honour better. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; Pan. I do desire it.
come, your disposer is sick. Serv. You are in the state of grace.
Par. Well, I'll make excuse.
Musick within. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lord--Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick. ship are my titles :- What musick is this?
Par. I spy. Serv. I do but partly know, sir ; it is musick Pan. You spy! what do you spy ?--Come, give in parts.
me an instrument.--Now, sweet queen. Pan. Know you the musicians ?
Helen. Why, this is kindly done. Sero. Wholly, sir.
Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing Pan. Who play they to?
you have, sweet queen. Serv. To the hearers, sir.
Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not Pan. At whose pleasure, frend ?
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.
are twain. Serv. Who shall' I command, sir ?
Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; them three. I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: A Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; whose request do these men play?
I'll sing you a song now. Sero. That's to 't, indeed, sir : Marry, sir, at Helen. Ay, ay, pr’ythee now. By my troth, the request of Paris, my lord, who is there in sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. person with him, the mortal Venus, the heart. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. blood of beauty, love's invisible soul, Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ?
Helen. Let thy song be love; this love will lando us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !
Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i' faith. That it enchants my sense ; What will it be, Par. Ay, good' now, love, love, nothing but when that the watry palate tastes indeed love.
Love's thrice-reputed nectar; deuth, I fear me Pan. In good troth, it begins so :
Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, Love, love, nothing but love, still more! Too subtle potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, For oh, love's bou
For the capacity of my ruder powers:
I tear it much ; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps But tickles still the sore.
The enemy dying These lovers cry-Oh! Oh! they die !
Re-enter Pandarus. Yet that which seems the wound to kill, Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he! straight : you must be witty now. She does so So dying love lives still :
blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she Oh! Oh! awhile, but ha! ha! ha! were frayed with a sprite ; I'll fetch her. It is
Oh ! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! the prettiest villain : she fetches ber breath as Hey ho !
short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Erit Pandarus. Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my nose.
bosom: Par. He eats nothing but doves, love ; and My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hou And all my powers do their bestowing lose, thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring hot deeds is love.
The eye of majesty. Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds ?-Why, they are
Enter Pandarus and Cressida. vipers : Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet Pan. Come, come, what need you blush ? lord, who's a-field today?
shame's a baby.-Here she is row : swear the Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me and all the gallantry of Troy: I would sain have What, are you gone again? you must be watcharmed to-night, buí my Nell would not have it ed ere you be made tame, must you? Come your
How chance my brother Troilus went not ? ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, Helen He hangs the lip at something ;--you we'll put you i' the tills.-Why do you not speak know all, lord Pandarus.
to her ?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's see Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.- long to your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are 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; rnb on, and kiss the mistress; Par. To a hair.
How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there carPan. Farewell, sweet queen.
penter : the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight Helen. Commend me to your niece.
your hearts out, ere 1 part you. The falcon as Pan. I will, sweet queen.
[Exit. ihe tercel, for all the ducks i' the river : go to,
(A Retreat sounded. go to. Par. They are come from field : let us to Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady: Priam's hall,
Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she woo you
call your activity in question What, 'billing To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, again? Here's, In witness whereof the partics With these your white enchanting fingers interchangeably-Come in, come in; I'll go get tonch'd,
[Exit Pandarus. Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more Tro. O, Cressida, how often have I wished me T'han all the island kings, disarın great Hector. thus. Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Cres. Wished, my lord 2-The gods grant Paris :
O my lord! Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,
Tro. What should they grant? what makes this Give us more palm in beauty than we have; pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies Yea, overshines ourself.
my sweet lady in the fountain of our love ? Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Ereunt. Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have
eyes. SCENE II. The same. Pandarus' Orchard.
Tro. Fears make devils cherubims: they never Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting.
see truly. Pan. How now? Where's thy master ? at my safer footing than blind reason stumbling with
Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds cousin Cressida's? Serv. No, sir ; he stays for you to conduct him out fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. thither.
Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Enter Troilus.
Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.
Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ; Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we Tro. Sirrah, walk off.
(Erit Servant vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame Pan. Have you seen my consin?
tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to de. Tro. No, Pandaris; I stalk about her door, vise imposition enough, than for us to undergo Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity Staying for waftage. o, be thou my Charon, in love, lady--that the will is infinite, and the And give me swift transportance to those fields, execution confined ; that the desire is boundless, Where I may wallow in the lily beds
and the act a slave to limit. Propos'd for the deserver ! O gentle Pandarus, Cres. They say, all lovers swear more per From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, formance than they are able, and yet reserve an And fly with me to Cressid !
ability that they never perform ; vowing more Pan. 'Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her than the perfection of ten, und discharging less straight.
[Erit Pandarus. than the tenth part of one. They that have the Tro. I am giddy : expectation whirls me round. voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not The inaginary relish is so sweet