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away nothing, for we may live to have need of But I can tell, that in each grace of these
That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted.
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Come, kiss; and let us part.
What, and from Troilus too? Par. (Within. | Brother Troilus !
Good brother, come you hither ;
Is it possible ? And bring. Æneas, and the Grecian, with you.
I with great truth catch mere simplicity;
Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, Deiphobus, and
Which for Antenor we deliver you:
At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand ,
And, by the way, possess thee what she is.
Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe
Fair lady Cressid,
(Exit Pandarus The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Cres. I must then to the Greeks 1
Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed
No remedy. You shall be mistress, and command him wholly.
To shame the zeal of my petition to thee, Tro. Hear me, my love : Be thou but true of In praising her : I tell thee, lord of Greece, heart,
She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises, Cres. I true! how now? what wicked deem As thou unworthy to be callid her servant. is this?
I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge ; Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not, For it is parting from us :
Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
I'll cut thy throat.
0, be not mov'd, Prince Troilus; That there's no maculation in thy heart;
Let me be privileg'd by my place, and message,
To be a speaker free ; when I am hence,
I'll answer to my lust : And know you, lord,
I'll nothing do on charge : To her own worth dangers
I'll speak it in my spirit and honour,---no.
Tro. Come, to the port.-I tell thee, Diomed, Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head. this sleeve.
Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk, Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see To our own selves bend we our needful talk. Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,
[Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomed
[Trumpet heard To give thee nightly visitation.
Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet.
How have we spent this morning!
The prince must think me tardy and remiss,
That swore to ride before him to the field.
Dei. Let us make ready straight.
Æne. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity,
The glory of our Troy doth this day lie,
On his fair worth and single chivalry. (Exeunt.
O heavens! you love me not. SCENE V. The Grecian Camp. Lists set out
Enter Ajax, armed; Agamemnon, Achilles, Pa
troclus, Menelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, and others. Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk, Agam. Here art thou in appointment fresh and Nor play at subtle games ; fair virtues all, To which the Grecians are most prompt and Anticipating time with starting courage pregnant :
Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air AN. The Trojan's trumpet.
Yonder comes the troop
other Trojans, with Attendants. Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias-cheek Æne. Hail, all the state of Greece! what shall Outswell the colick of puff d Aquilon :
be done Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout To him that victory commands ? Or do you blood;
purpose, Thou blow'st for Hector. [Trumpet sounds. A victor shall be known? will you, the knights Ulyss. No trumpet answers.
Shall to the edge of all extremity Achil.
'Tis but early days. Pursue each other : or shall they be divided Agam. Is not yon Dioined, with Calchas' By any voice or order of the field ? daughter?
Hector bade ask. Myss. "I'is he, I ken the manner of his gait; Agam. Which way wonld Hector have it? He rises on the toe: that spirit of his
Æne. He cares not, he'll obey conditions. In aspiration lifts him from the earth.
Achil. 'Tis done like Hector; but securely
done, Enter Diomed, with Cressida
A little proudly, and great deal misprizing
The knight oppos'd.
If not Achilles, sir,
If not Achilles, nothing. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. Æne. Therefore Achilles : But, whate'er, know Ulyss. Yet is the kinduess but particular;
this "Twere better she were kiss'd in general. In the extremity of great and little, Nest. And very courtly counsel : I'll begin.- Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector: So much for Nestor.
The one almost as infinite as all, Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair "The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well lady;
And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy. Achilles bids you welcome.
This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood : Men. I had good argument for kissing once. In love whereof, half Hector stays at home; Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now : Half heart, hall hand, half Hector comes to seek For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; This blended knight, half Trojan, and balf And parted thus you and your argument.
Greek. Ulyss. () deadly gall, and theme of all our Achil. A maiden battle then ?-0, 1 perceive scorns!
you. For which we lose our heads, to gild his horns.
Agam. Here is Sir Diomed ;-Go, gentle knight, Men. 0, this is trim !
Stand by our Ajax : as you and lord Æneas Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. Consent upon the order of their fight, Men. I'll have my kiss, sir :-Lady, by your So be it ; either to the uttermost, leave
Or else a breath: the combatants being kin, Cres. In kissing do you render or receive ? Half stints their strife before their strokes begin. Patr. Both take and give.
[Ajax and Hector enter the lists. Cres.
I'll make my match to live, Ulyss. They are oppos'd already. The kiss you take is better than you give ; Agam. What Trojan is thas same that looks so Therefore no kiss.
heavy ? Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for Ulyss. The youngest son of Priam, a true
knight : Cres. You're an odd man ; give even, or give Not yet mature, yet matchless : firm of word;
Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue; Men. An odd man, lady ? every man is odd. Not soon provok’d, nor, being provoked, soon Cres. No, Paris is not ; for, you know, 'tis true, calm'd : That you are odd, and he is even with you. His heart and hand both open and both free; Men. You fillip me o' the head.
For what he has, he gives, what thinks, he Cres.
No, I'll be sworn. shows; Ulyss. It were no match, your nail against his Yet gives he not till judgment guide his honnty, horn.
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath May 1, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you.
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous ; Cres. You may.
For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes Ulyss I do desire it.
To tender objects ; but he, in heat of action, Cres.
Why, beg then. Is more vindicative than jealous love ; Ulyss. Why then, for Venus' sake, give me a They call him Troilus; and on him erect kiss,
A second hope, as fairly built as Hector. When Helen is a maid again, and his. Thus says Eneas; one that knows the youth Cres. I am yonr debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Even to his inches, and, with private sont, Ulyss. Never's my day, and then a kiss of you. Did in great lion thus translate him to me. Dio. Lady, a word ;-l'll bring you to your
[Alarum. Hector and Ajax fight father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Agam. They are in action. Nest. A woman of quick sense.
Nest. Now, Ajax, hold thine own!
Hector, thou sleep'st There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Awake thee! Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out Agam. His blows are well disposid :-there At every joint and motive of her body.
Ajax! 0, these encounterers, so glib of tongie,
Dio. You must no more. (Trumpets cense. That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
Æne. Princes, enough, so please yotl And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. To every ticklish reader! set them down Dio. As Hector pleases. For sluttish spoils of opportunity,
Why then, will I ng more: And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son,
A cousin-german to great Priam's seed; Through ranks of Greekish yonth : and I have
As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!
But this thy countenance, still lock'd in steel,
Hect. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,
I thank thee, Hector : That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with Thou art too gentle, and too free a man:
time: I came to kill thee, consin, and bear hence Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. A great addition earned in thy death.
Nest. I would, my arms could match thee in
llect. I would they could.
Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the timeWhat further you will do.
Ulyss. I wonder now how yonder city stands, Hect.
We'll answer it; When we have here her base and pillar by us.
Ajar. If I might in entreaties find success Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead,
In Mion, on your Greekish embassy.
Hect. Æneas, call my brother Troilus tu me: For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon towers, whose wanton tops 'do buss the
I must not believe you; 1 will go eat with thee, and see your knights. There they stand yet ; and modestly I think,
Ajar. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
And that old common arbitrator, time,
So to him we leave it.
After the general, 1 beseech you next
Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
Is this Achilles ? From heart of very heart, great Hector, wel Achil. I am Achilles. come.
Hect. Stand fair, I pray thee: let me look on
Achil. Behold thy fill.
Nay, I have done already. you.
(To Troilus. Achil. Thou art too brief; I will the second
As I wonld buy thee, view thee limb by limb.
The noble Menelaus. But there's more in me than thou understand'st. Hect. O you, my lord ? by Mars his gauntlet Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye ? thanks!
Achil. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of Mock not, that I aftect the untraded oath;
his body Yourquondam wife swears still by Venus' glove: Shall I destroy him; whether there, there, or She's well, but bade me not commend her to you. there? Men. Name her not now, sir ; she's a deadly That I may give the local wound a name; theme.
And make distinct the very breach whereout Hect. O, pardon ; I offend.
Hector's great spirit flew : Answer me, heavens ! Nest. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, Hect. It would discredit the bless'd gods, proud Labouring for desuny, make cruel way
To answer such a question : Stand again : Patr. Well said, Adversity! and what need
Ther. 'Prythee be silent, boy; I profit not by Where thou wilt hit me dead?
thy talk : thou art thought to be a chies' male Achil. I tell thee, yea.
varlet. Hect. Wert thou an oracle to tell me so, Patr. Male varlet, you rogue ! what's that? I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now the well;
rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there; ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' the back, But, by the forge that stilhed Mars his helm, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotter I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er. - livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposYou wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag, thume, sciaticas, limekilns in the palm, incuraHis insolence draws folly from my lips ; ble bone-ach, and the rivelled fee-simple of the But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words, tetter, take and take again such preposterous Or may I never
Do not chafe thee, cousin; Patr. Why thou damnable box of envy, thou, And you, Achilles, let these threats alone, what meanest thou to curse thus ? Till accident, or purpose, bring you to't :
Ther. Do I curse thee? You may have every day enough of Hector, Patr. Why, no, you ruinous butt; you whoreIf you have stomach ; the general state, I fear, son indistinguishable cur, no. Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him. Ther. No7 why art thou then exasperate, thou Hect. I pray you, let us see you in the field; idle immaterial 'skein of sleave silk, thou green We have had pelting wars, since you refus'd sarcenet flap for a sore eye, thou lassel of a The Grecians' cause.
prodigal's purse, thou ? Ah, how the poor world Achil.
Dost thou entreat me, Hector 7 is pester'd with such water-fies : diminutives of Tomorrow, do I meet thee, fell as death; nature ! To-night, all friends.
Patr. Out, gall! Hect.
Thy hand upon that match. Ther. Finch egg! Agam. First, all you peers of Greece, go to Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite my tent ;
From my great purpose in io-morrow's baltle. There in the full convive we: afterwards, Here is a letter from qocen Hecuba : As Hector's leisure and your bounties shall A token from her daughter, my fair love; Concur together, severally entreat him. Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep Beat loud the tabourines, let the trumpets blow, An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it: That this great soldier may his welcome know. Fall, Greeks; fail, fame; honour or go, or stay,
| Ereunt all but Troilus and Ulysses. My major vow lies here, this I'll obey. — Tro. My Lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you, Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent; In what place of the field doth Calchas keep? This night in banqueting must all be spent. Ulyss. At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troi-| Away, Patroclus. Ereunt Achil. and Patr. lus:
Ther. With too much blood and too little brain, There Diomed doth feast with him to-night : these two may run mad; but if with too much Who neither looks upon the heaven, nor earth, brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view of madmen. Here's Agamemnon,-an honest On the fair Cressid.
fellow enough, and one that loves quails ; hut Tro. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so he has not so much brain as earwax. And the much,
goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his broAfter we part from Agamemnon's tent,
ther, the bull, - the primitive statue, and obliqne To bring me thither
memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn Ulyss.
You shall command me, sir. in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg,-to As gentle tell me, of what honour was
what form, but that he is, should wit larded This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn That wails her absence ?
him to? To an ass, were nothing : he is both Tro. O, sir, to such as boasting show their ass and ox: to an ox were nothing; he is both scars,
ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitA mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord ? chew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a pintock, or a She was belov'd, she lov'd: she is, and doth : herring without a roe, I would not care: but to But, still, sweet love is food for fortune's touth. be Menelaus,- I would conspire against destiny.
[Ereunt. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not I her.
sites; for I care not to be the louse of a larar, ACT V.
so I were not Menelaus.-Hey-day! spirits and
fires ! SCENE I. The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles' Tent.
Enter Hector, Troilns, Ajax, Agamemnon,
Ulysses, Nestor, Menelaus, and Diomed, Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
with Lights. Achil. I'll beat his blood with Greekish wine Agam. We go wrong, we go wrong. to-night,
No, yonder 'tis; Which with my scimitar I'll cool tomorrow. There, where we see the lights. Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.
I trouble you Patr. Here comes Thersites.
Ajax. No, not a whit.
Here comes himself to guide you.
Enter Achilles Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news? Achil Welcome, brave Hector ; welcome,
Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, princes all. and idol of'idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for Agam. So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid the.
good night. Achil. From whence, fragment?
Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy. Hect. Thanks, and good night, to the Greeka Patr. Who keeps the tent now?
general. Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's Men. Good night, my lord. wound.
Hect. Good night, sweet lord Merelans
Ther. Sweet draught : Sweet, quoth 'al sweet Tro. Thy better mast.
Hark! one word in your ear.
Tro. O plague and madness!
I pray you,
The time right deadly; I beseech you, go."
Tro. Behold, I pray you !
Now, good my lord, go off;
Tro. I pr'y thee, stay.
You have not patience; come. Ulyss.
Follow his torch, he goes Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's To Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company.
[ Aside to Troilus. I will not speak a word. Tro. Sweet sir, you honour me.
And so, good night. Hect.
And so good night. Cres. Nay, but you part in anger. [Erit Dio. ; Ulyss. and Troi. following.
Doth that grieve thee? Achil Come, come, enter my tent.
O wither'd truth! (Ereunt Achil. Hect. Ajax, and Nest. Ulyss.
how now, lord ! Ther. That same Diomed's á false-hearted Tro.
By Jove, rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust I will be patient. him when he letrs, than I will a serpent when Cres.
Guardian l-why, Greek! he hisses : he will spend nis month, and promise, Dio. Pho, pbo! adieu ; you palter. like Brabler the holind; but when he performs, Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. astronomers foretell it'; it is prodigious, there Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will will come some change; the sun borrows of the
you go? moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will You will break out. rather leave to see Hector, ihan not to dog him : Tro.
She strokes his cheek! they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the Ulyss.
Come, come. traítor Calchas' tent: I'll after. --Nothing but Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a lechery! all incontinent varlets! (Exit. word:
There is between my will and all offences
Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump,
and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, Cal. [Within.] Who calls ?
Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else.
Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it.
Fear me not, my lord;
Of what I feel; I am all patience.
Ther. Now the pledge ; now, now, now !
How now, my charge ? Cres. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will.
He loved me- 0 false wench!-Give't me again.
Dio. Who was't?
No matter, now I hav't again. Dio.
Nay, but do then; I will not meet with you to-morrow night: And let your mind be coupled with yo'ır words. I pr’ythee, Diomed, visit me no more. Tro. What should she remember?
Ther. Now she sharpens :-Well said, whet-
Ay, that. Dio. Nay, then,
Cres. O, all you gods !-O pretty pretty pledge, Cres.
I'll tell you what: Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin : You are or thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, forsworn.
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
He, that takes that, must take my heart withal.
Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed ; 'faith
Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?
'Tis no matter. Iy98. .
How now, Trojan ? Dio. Come, tell me whose it wag.
Diomed, Cres. "Twas one's that loved me better than
But, now you have it, take it.