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Tro. Are they such ? such are not we: Praise Outliving beauty's ontward, 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'iti 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. truest, not truer than Troilus.
Cres. In that 'll war with you. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
O virtuous fight,
When right with right wars who shall be most Re-enter Pandarus.
right? Pan. What, blushing still ? have you not done True swains in love shall, in the world to come, talking yet ?'
Approve their truths by Troilus : when their Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit 1 dedi. rhymes, cate to you.
Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a Want símiles of truth, tir'd with iteration, boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, lord: it be finch, chide me for it.
As sun to day, as turtle to her mate, Tro. You know now your hostages ; your As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre, uncle's word, and my firm faith.
Yet, after all comparisons of truth, Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our As truth's authentick author to be cited, kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse, they are constant, being won: they are burs, 1 And sanctify the numbers. can tell you: they'll stick where they are thrown. Cres.
Prophet may you be! Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, me heart
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
And blind oblivion swallow'd cities np,
From false to false, among false maids in love, With the first glance that ever-Pardon me ; Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said-as If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.
false I love you now; but not, till now, so much As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, But I might master it :-in faith, I' lie;
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's call, My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ; Too headstrong for their mother : See, we fools! Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, Why have I blabb'd ? who shall be true to us, As falee as Cressid. When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, seal it: But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not; I'll be the witness. --Here I hold your hand; And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a nan; here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one Or that we women had men's privilege
to another, since I have taken such pains 10 Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak be called to the world's end after my name, call The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence, them all-Pandars; let all constant men be Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all broMy very soul of counsel : Stop my mouth. kers-between Pandars! say, amen. Tro. And shall, albeit sweet 'musick issues Tro. Amen. tbence.
Cres. Amen. Pan. Pretty, i' faith.
Pan. Amen. Wherenpon I will show you a Cres. My lord, I do beseech you pardon me! chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to I am aslam'd;-O heavens! what have I done - death: away. For this time will I take my leave, my lord. And Cupid grant all tongue-tied mailens here, Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?'
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer! Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow
SCENE III. The Grecian Camp.
What offends you, lady ? Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Cres. Sir, mine own company:
Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas. Tro.
You cannot shun Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done Yourself.
you, Cres. Let me go and try :
The advantage of the time prompts me aloud I have a kind of self resides with you;
To call for recompense. Appear it to your But an unkind self, that itself will leave,
mind, To be another's fool. I would be gone : That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove Where is my wit ? I know not what I speak. I have abandon's Troy, left my possession, Tro. Well know they what they speak, that Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself, speak so wisely.
From certain and possess'd conveniences, Crcs. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft To doubtful fortunes: sequest'ring from me all than love;
That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, And fell so roundly to a large confession, Made tame and most familiar to my pature; To angle for your thonghts! But you are wise; And here, to do you service, am become Or else you love not; For to be wise, and love, As new into the world, strange, unacquainted : Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods I do beseech you, as in way of taste, above.
To give me now a little benefit, Tro: O, that I thonght it could be in a woman, Out of those many register'd in promise: (As, if it can, I will presume in you,)
Which you say, live to come in my behalf. To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call’d An- Hath any honour; but honour for those honours
That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
Do one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:
Something not worth in me such rich beholding
I'll interrupt his reading.--
Let Diomedes bear him, How now, Ulysses?
Now, great Thetis' son ?
Achil. What are you reading ?
A strange fellow here
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
Heat them, and they retort that heat again Ulyss. Achilles stands i' the entrance of his Achil.
This is not strange, Ulysses. tent:
The beauty that is borne here in the face
To others' eyes: nor oth the eye itsell
For specilation turns not to itsell,
Till it bath travell'd, and is married there
Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on (Though in and of him there be much consist-
ing.) So do each lord ; and either greet him not, Till he communicate his parts to others : Or else disdainfully, which shall shake hin more Nor doth he of himself know them for anght Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. Till he behold them forı'd in the applause Achil. What, comes the general to speak with Where they are extended; which, like an arch, me ?
reverberates You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst The voice again: or like a gate of steel Troy.
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back Agam What says Achilles ? would he aught His figure and his heat. I was much rupt in with us?
The unknown Ajax.
No. Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse;
That has he knows not what. Nature, what
things there are,
Good day, good day. What things again most dear in the esteem,
And poor in worth! Now shall we see to(Erit Menelaus.
morrow, Achil What does the cuckold scorn me? An act that very chance doth throw upon him,A jar. How now, Patroclus?
Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
Good morrow, Ajax. While some men leave to do!
Ha ? How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes !
Ay, and good next day too. How one man eats into another's pride,
[Eat Ajax. While pride is fasting in his wantonness! Achil. What mean these fellows 7 Know they to see these Greecian lords !-why, even already not Achilles ?
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder ; Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast, to bend,
And great Troy shrinking. To send their smiles before them to Achilles; Achil. I do believe it : for they passed by me, To come as humbly, as they rus'd to creep As misers do by beggars : neither gave to me To holy altars.
Good word, nor look : What, are my deeds Achil.
What, am I poor of late ? forgot? 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with for. Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his
tune, Must fall out with men too : What the declin'd is, wherein he puts alms for oblivion, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, Those scraps are good deeds past, which are Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer ; devour'd And not a man, for being simply man,
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon,
As done: Perseverance, dear my lord,
In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this; Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang They think, my little stomach to the war, Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
And your great love to me, restrains you thus : In monumental mockery. Take the instant way: Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
And, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane,
Shall Ajax fight with Hector 3 Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, Pair. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour And leave you hindmost :
0, then beware! in present,
These wounds heal ill, that men do give them Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop selves : yours:
Omission to do what is necessary For time is like a fashionable host,
Seals a commission to a blank of danger; That slightly shakes his parting guest by the And danger, like an ague, subtly taints hand;
Even then when we sit idly in the sun. And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, l Achil. Go call Thersites hithe , sweet Patrocius: Grasps in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue To invite the Trojan lords, after the combat, seek
To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's Remuneration for the thing it was;
longing, For beauty, wit,
An appetite that I am sick withal, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To talk with him, and to behold his visage, To envious and calumniating time.
Even to my full of view. A labour sav'di One touch of nature makes the whole world
Enter Thersites kin,That all, with one consent, praise new-born
Ther. A wonder ! gawds,
Achil. What ? Thongh they are made and moulded of things. Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, askin past;
for himself. And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
Achil. How so? More laud than gill o'er-dusied.
Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with The present eye praises the present object : Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an he Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, roical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing. That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ;
Achil. How can that be ? Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peaThan what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, cock, a stride, and a stand : ruminates, like an And still it might; and yet it may again, hostess, that hath no arithmetick but her brain If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a po And case thy reputation in thy tent;
litick regard, as who should say—there were wit Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is ; Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods them- but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which selves,
will not show without knocking. The man's ut And drave great Mars to faction.
done for ever: for if Hector break not his neck Achil.
Of this my privacy i' the combal, he'll break it himself in vainglory. I have strong reasons.
He knows not me: I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; Ulyss.
But 'gainst your privacy and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. Whał The reasons are more potent and heroical : think you of this man, that takes me for the gen'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love eral 7 He is grown a very landfish, languageless, With one of Priam's daughters.
A plague of opinion! a man may Achil.
Ha! known? wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, The providence that's in a watchful state, Thersites. Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold; Ther. Who, 1? why, he'll answer nobody; he Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; professes not answering; speaking is for beggars, Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his gods,
presence ; let Patroclus make demands to me, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. you shall see the pageant of Ajax.. There is a mystery (with whom relation Achil. To him, Patroclus: Téll him,- I humbly Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valoWhich hath an operation more divine,
rous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to Than breath or pen can give expressure to: procure safe conduct for his person, of the mag. All the commerce that you have had with Troy, nanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-sherr As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord ; times-honoured capiain-general of the Grecia And better would it fit Achilles much,
arıny, Agamemnon. Do this. To throw down Hector, than Polyxena :
Pair. Jove bless great Ajax.
Ther. Humph! The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. Patr. And to procure safe conduct from AS
[Erit. memnon. Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you; Ther. Agamemnon ? A woman impudent and mannish grown
Patr. Ay, my lord. Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man Ther. Hat
Patr. What say you to't ?
Rouse him, and give him note of our approach, Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart. With the whole quality wherefore : I fear, Patr. Your answer, sir.
We shall be much unwelcome. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven Ene.
That I assure you ; o'clock it will go one way or other: howsoever, Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, he shall pay for me ere he has me.
Than Cressid borne from Troy. Patr. Your answer, sir.
There is no help ; Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. The bitter disposition of the time Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What mu Æne. Good morrow, all.
Erit. sick will be in him when Hector has knocked out Par. And tell me, noble Diomed ; 'faith, tell his brains, I know not : But, I am sure, none; me true, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make Even in the soul of sound goor-fellowship,catlings on.
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best, Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him Myself, or Menelaus ? straight.
Both alike: Ther. Let me bear another to his horse ; for He merits well to have her, that doth seek her that's the more capable creature.
(Not making any scruple of her soilure,). Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd: With such a hell of pain, and world of charge; And I myself see not the bottom of it.
And you as well to keep her, that defend her (Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus. (Not palating the taste of her dishonour) Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were With such a costly loss of wealth and friends: clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up had rather be a lick in a sheep, than such a va- The lees and dregs of a flat tametpiece: liant ignorance.
(Erit. You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors:
Both merits pois'd, each weighs nor less nor more;
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman.
Dio. She's bitter to her country : Hear me, Enter, at one side, Æneas, and Servant with a
Paris, Torch ; at the other, Paris, Deiphobus, Aute. For every false drop in her bawdy veins nor, Diomedes, and others, with Torches.
A Grecian's life haih sunk; for every scruple Par. See, hol who's that there?
Of her contaminated carrion weight, Dei.
'Tis the lord Æneas. A Trojan hath been slain : since she could speak, Æne. Is the prince there in person ?
She hath not given so inany good words breath, Had I so good occasion to lie long,
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly busi Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy : Should rob my bed-mate of my company. But we in silence hold this virtue well, Dio. That's my mind too.--Good morrow, lord We'll not commend what we intend to sell. Æneas.
Here lies our way.
[Ereunt Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand; Witness the process of your speech, wherein
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. Health to you, valiant sir,
Enter Troilus and Cressida. During all question of the gentle truce :
Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance, cold. As heart can think, or courage execute.
Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces.
down; Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health : He shall unbolt the gates. But when contention and occasion meel,
Trouble him not ; By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, To bed, to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes, With all my torce, pursuil, and policy.
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
Good morrow then.
Are you aweary of me? No man alive can love, in such a sort,
Tro. O Cressida ! but that the busy day, The thing he means to kill more excellently. Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows,
Dio. We sympathise :-Jove, let Æneas live, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, sf to my sword his fate be not the glory,
I would not from thee. A thousand complete courses of the sun!
Night hath been too brief. But in mine emulous honour, let him die, Tro. Beshrew the witch with venomous wights With every joint a wound; and, that to-inorrow!
she stays, Æne. We know each other well.
As tediously as hell ; but fies the grasps of love, Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. With wings more momentary-swift than thought. Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, You will catch cold, and curse me. The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of. Cres.
Pr'ythee, tarry ;-What business, lord, so early ?
You men will never tarry. Ene. I was sent for to the king ; but why, I O foolish Cressid !-I might have still held off, know not.
And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's Par. His purpose meets you : 'Twas to bring one up. this Greek
Pan. [Within.) What, are all the doors open To Calchas' house ; and there to render him, here? For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid: Tro. It is your uncle. Let's have your company; or, if you please,
Enter Pandarus. Haste there before us: I constantly do think (Or, rather, call my thoughts a certain know- Cres. A pestilence on him ! now will be bo ledge,)
mocking: My broulier Troilus lodges there to-night ; I shall have such a life,
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. O the gods !--what's the matter? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking Pan. Prythee, get thee in; 'Would thou badst uncle !
ne'er been born: I kuew, thou would'st be his You bring ine to do, and then you flout me too. death :- puor gentleman !A plague upon
Pan. To do what'? to do what I-let her say Antenor! what : what have I brought you to do?
Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, Cres. Come, come, beshrew your heart I you'll I beseech you, what's the matter? ne'er be good,
Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must Nor suffer others.
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 io-night? would he not, a 'twill be his death ; 'twill be his bane: he cannot naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! bear it.
(Knocking. Cres. O you immortal gods ! I will not go. Cres. Did I not tell you ?-'would he were Pan. Thou must. knock'd o' the head ?
Cres I will pot, uncle: I have forgot my father: Who's that at door ? good uncle, go and see. I know no touch of consanguinity; My lord, come you again into my chamber : No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily, As the sweet Troilus.- you gods divine ! Tro. Ha, ha!
Make Cressid's name the very crown of falseCres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no hood, such thing:
(Knocking. If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, How earnestly they knock !-pray you, come in. Do to this body what extremes you can; I would not for balf Troy have you seen here. But the strong base and building of my love
[Ereunt Troilus and Cressida. Is as the very centre of the earth, Pan. (Going to the door. ] Who's there? what's Drawing all things to it.—I'll go in, and weep;the matter? Will you beat down the door ? How Pan. Do, do. now what's the matter?
Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my Enter Æneas.
praised cheeks, Æne. Good morrow, lord, good morrow.
Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my
heart Pan. Who's there ? my Lord Æneas? By my with sounding Troilas. I will not go from Trog: troth, I knew you not: what news with you so
(Exeunt early? ne. Is not Prince Troilus here?
SCENE III. Pan. Here! what should he do here?
Before Pandarus' House. Æne. Conie, he is here, my lord, do not deny Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Ante
nor, and Diomedes. It doth import aim much, to speak with me. Pan. Is he here, say you ? 'tis more than 1| Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd know,
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek I'll be sworn;-For my own part, I came in late: Comes fast upon :-Good my brother Troilus, What should he do here?
Tell you the lady what she is to do, Æne. Whol-nay, then -Come, come, you'll And haste her to the purpose. do him wrong ere yon are 'ware: you'll be so Tro.
Walk in to her house; true to him, to be false to him: Do not you I'll bring her to the Grecian presently : know of him ? yet go fetch him hither; go.
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar; and thy brother Troilas As Pandarus is going out, enter Troilus.
A priest, there offering to it his own heart. Tro. How now? what's the matter?
[Eril. Æne. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute Par. I know what 'tis to love ; you,
And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help ! -
A Room in Pandarus' House. Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
Enter Pandarus and Cressida.
Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
Cres. Why tell you me of moderation ?
And violenteth in a sense as strong
As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? Tro. How my achievements mock me!
If I could temporize with my affection,
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief: Æne. Good, good, my lord : the secrets of My love admits no qualifying dross: nature
No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Have not more gift in taciturnity.
Enter Troilus. [Exeunt Troilus and Eneas. Pan. Is 't possible ? no sooner got, but lost?
Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet The devil take Antenor! the young prince will
ducks! go mad. A plague upon Antenor 11 would they Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let
Cres. O Troilus ! Troilus ! ¡Embracing him had broke's neck!
me embrace too : O heart,--as the goodly saying Enter Cressida.
is Cres. How now ? What is the matter? Who
O heart, O heavy heart, was here?
Why sigh’st ihou without breaking Pan. Ah, ah!
where he answers again, Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly ? where's Because thou canst not ease thy sinart, my lord gone?
By friendship, nor by speaking. Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter 3 \There never was a truer ilıyme. Let us cast