Tro. Are they such 7 such are not we: Praise | Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our That doth renew swifter than blood decays! head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no per-Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,fection in reversion shall have a praise in pre-That my integrity and truth to you sent: we will not name desert, before his birth, Might be affronted with the match and weight and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Of such a winnow'd purity in love; Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such How were I then uplifted! but alas, to Cressid, as what envy can say worst, shall be I am as true as truth's simplicity, a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak And simpler than the infancy of truth. Cres. In that 'll war with you. truest, not truer than Troilus. Tro. O virtuous fight, When right with right wars who shall be most right? Cres. Will you walk in, my lord 7 Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet? Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit. 1 dedi cate to you. Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord: if he flinch, chide me for it. Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word, and my firm faith. Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can tell you: they'll stick where they are thrown. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart: Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day For many weary months. Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord, With the first glance that ever-Pardon me ;- Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; Pan. Pretty, i' faith. Cres. My lord, 1 do beseech you pardon me! Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning, Cres. Pray you, content you. True swains in love shall, in the world to come, Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes, Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, Prophet may you be ! As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it: Cres. Amen. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show yon 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-tied maidens here, [Exeunt SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. What offends you, lady ? Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Cres. Sir, mine own company. Tro. Yourself. Cres. Let me go and try: You cannot shun 1 have a kind of self resides with you; Crcs. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft And fell so roundly to a large confession, To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise; above. Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done mind, That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd An tenor, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear. sence Shall quite strike off all service I have done, [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, If so, I have derision med'cinable, To use between your strangeness and his pride, You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Agam What says Achilles? would he aught with us? Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Achil No. [Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Achil. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit Menelaus. Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? A jar. How now, Patroclus? Achil Good morrow, Ajax. Ajar. Achil. Good morrow. Ajax. Ha? Ay, and good next day too. [Eat Ajax. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles? Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles; Achil What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, Now, great Thetis' son? Achil. What are you reading Ulyss A strange fellow here Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, How much in having, or without, or in,Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection; As when his virtues shining upon others Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver. Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here in the face The bearer knows not, but commends itself To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself, Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd Salutes each other with each other's forin. For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell'd, and is married there Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all. Ulyss. I do not strain at the position, It is familiar; but at the author's drift: Till he communicate his parts to others: The voice again or like a gate of steel And apprehended here immediately Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; That has he knows not what. Nature, what, things there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use! morrow, An act that very chance doth throw upon him,— How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, Achil. I do believe it: for they passed by me, As misers do by beggars: neither gave to me Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot? Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: Perseverance, dear my lord, Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop past; And give to dust, that is a little gilt, The present eye praises the present object: And drave great Mars to faction. I have strong reasons. Of this my privacy But 'gainst your privacy The reasons are more potent and heroical: "Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam's daughters. Achil. Ha! known? Ulyss. Is that a wonder? Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. Exit. Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you; A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man Achil. I see my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gor'd. Patr. O, then beware! Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves : Omission to do what is necessary An appetite that I am sick withal, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; Ther. A wonder! Achil. What? Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, askin for himself. Achil. How so? Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an he roical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing. Achil. How can that be 7 Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a pea cock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like an hostess, that hath no arithmetick but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a po litick regard, as who should say-there were wit in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's un done for ever: for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he'll break it himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. Wha think you of this man, that takes me for the gen eral ? He is grown a very landfish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites. Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax. Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,-I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe conduct for his person, of the ag nanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-sver times-honoured captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this. Patr. Jove bless great jax. Ther. Humph! Patr. I come from the wor hy Achilles,- Patr. Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent Ther. Humph! Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Aga memnon. Ther. Agamemnon ? Patr. Ay, my lord. Ther. Ha! Patr. What say you to't? Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What musick will be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on. Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for [Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus. ACT IV. SCENE I. Troy. A Street. 'Tis the lord Æneas. ness Rouse him, and give him note of our approach,, Exit. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true, Even in the soul of sound goort-fellowship,- Dio. He merits well to have her, that doth seek her For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple Should rob my bed-mate of my company. Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand; SCENE II. You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, The same. Court before the House of Pandarus. Did haunt you in the field. Ene. Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. Ene. I was sent for to the king; but why, know not. Par. His purpose meets you: 'Twas to bring To Calchas' house; and there to render him, My brother Troilus lodges there to-night; Enter Troilus and Cressida. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. You men will never tarry. Pan. [Within.] What, are all the doors open here? Pan. How now, how now? how go maiden- Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth heads --Here, you maid? where's my cousin as I am above! Cressid? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. Nor suffer others. Cres. O the gods !-what's the matter? Pan. Pr'ythee, get thee in; 'Would thou hadst ne'er been born: I knew, thou would'st be his death:-O poor gentleman -A plague upon Antenor! Cres. Good uncle, 1 beseech you on my knees, I beseech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone: thou art changed for Antenor: thou Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capoc-must to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; chia-hast not slept to-night? would he not, a 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane: he cannot naughty man, let it sleep Ta bugbear take him! bear it. [Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you ?-'would he were knock'd o' the head? Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.- Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no Enter Eneas. Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my Lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? Ene. Is not Prince Troilus here? Pan. Here! what should he do here? Ene. Conie, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import aim much, to speak with me. I'll be sworn-For my own part, I came in late: Ene. Who!-nay, then :-Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: you'll be so true to him, to be false to him: Do not you know of him? yet go fetch him hither; go. As Pandarus is going out, enter Troilus. Cres. O you immortal gods!-I will not go. Cres I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father: If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt Par. I know what 'tis to love; SCENE IV. [Exeunt. The same. A Room in Pandarus' House. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. of The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, They are at hand, and ready to effect it. nature Have not more gift in taciturnity. [Exeunt Troilus and Eneas. Pan. Is 't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor ! I would they had broke's neck! As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let is Because thou canst not ease thy smart, There never was a truer rhyme. Let us casi |