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Whose was it ? Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven : Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder, Instance, instance ! strong as beaven itself ; And by herself, I will not tell you whose. The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and
Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; luos'd;
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy re It should be challeng'd.
liques Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past, -And yet or her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. it is not ;
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be hall attach'd I will not keep my word.
With that which here his passion doth express Do.
Why then, farewell ; Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.
well Cres. You shall not go :-One cannot speak a In characters as red as Mars his heart word,
Inflam'd with Venus : never did young man But it straight starts you.
I do not like this fooling. With so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Ther. Nor I, by Pluto : but that that likes not Hark, Greek ;--As much as I do Cressid love, you, pleases me best.
So much by weight hate 1 her Diomed; Dio. What, shall I come ? the hour? That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm; Cres.
Ay, come:- Jove ! Were it a casque compos'd by Vulcan's skill, Do come :- I shall be plagu’d.
My sword should hite it: not the dreadful spont, Dio.
Farewell till then. Which shipmen do the hurricano call Cres. Good night. I pr’ythee, come: - Constring'd in mass by the almighty sun,
[Exit Diomedes. Shall dizzy with more clamor Neptune's ear Troilas, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; In his descent, than shall my prompted sword But with my heart the other eye doth see. Falling on Diomed. Ah! poor our sex! this fault in us I find, Ther. He'll tickle it for his concnpy. The error of our eye directs our mind;
Tro. O Cressid ! 0 false Cressid ; false, false, What error leads, must err; 0 then conclude, false! Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
[Erii Cressida. And they'll seem glorious. Ther. A proof of strength she could not pub- Ulyss.
O, contain yourself : lish more,
Your passion draws ears hither.
Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my Ulyss.
Why stay we then ? lord:
Ajax your gnard, stays to conduct you home. But, if I tell how these two did co-act,
Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
lord, adieu : Sith yet there is a credence in my heart, Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed, An esperance so obstinately strong,
Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head! That Joth invert the attest of eyes and ears; Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates. As if those organs had deceptious functions, Tro. Accept distracted thanks. Created only to calumniate.
[Ereunt Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses. Was Cressid here?
Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! Ulyss
I cannot conjure, Trojan. I would croak like a raveu; I would bode, I Tro. She was not, sure.
would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing Ulyss.
Most sure she was for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will Tro. Why, my negation hath no taste of mad- not do more for an almond, than he for a com
modious drab. Lechery, lechery: still wars and Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here lechery; nothing else holds fashion: A burning but now devil take them!
[Erit Tro. Let it not be believ'd for womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's Palace. To stubborn criticks-apt, without a theme,
Enter Hector and Andromache. For depravation, -to square the general sex
And. When was my lord, so much ungently By Cressid's rule : rather think this liot Cressid.
temper'd, Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can To stop his ears against admonishment ? soil our mothers ?
Unarr, unarm, and do not fight to-day. Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she.
Hect. 'You train me to offend you; get you in : Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own By all the everlasting, gods, I'll go.
And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
the day. If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,
Hect. No more, I say. If sanctimony be the gods delight,
Enter Cassandra. If there be rule in unily itself,
Where is my brother Hector 1 This was not she. O madness of discourse, And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent; That cause sets np with and against itself! Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Bi-fold authority where reason can revolt Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd Without perdition, and loss, assume all reason Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Withont revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid ! Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of Within my soul there doth commence a fight
slaughter. Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate Cas. 0, it is true. Divides more wider than the sky and earth; Hect.
Ho! bid my trumpet sound! And yet the spacious breadth of this division Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle
brother. As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter. Instance, o instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Hect. Begone I say: the gods have heard me
Cas. The gorls are deaf to hot and peevish vows; Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl,
O farewell, dear Hector. And. 'Ol be persuaded : Do not count it holy Look, how thou diest ! look, how thy eye turns To hurt by being juri: it is as lawful,
pale! For we would give much, to use violent thefts, Look, how thy wounds do bleer at many vents! And rob in the behalf of charity.
Hark, how Troy roars ! how Hecuba cries out! Cas. It is the purpose that makes strong the How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth ! vow;
Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, But vows to every purpose must not hold: Like witless anticks, one another meet, Unarm, sweet Hector.
And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead ! 6 Hector! Hect.
Hold you still, I say ; Tro. Away !-Away! Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate : Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft :-Hector, I take my Life every man holds dear; but the dear man
leave: Holds honour far more precious dear than life.- Thou dost thyselfand all our Troy deceive. (Exit.
Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim. Enter Troilas.
Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and fight; How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight to- Do deels worth praise, and tell you them at night. day?
Pri. Farewell; the gods with safety stand about And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. thee!
(Exit Cassandra. (Eseunt severally Pri. and Hect. Alarum. Hect. No, faith, young Troilus; doft thy har Tro. They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, beness, youth;
lieve, I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry :
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,
side, Pandarus. I'll stand to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Pan. Do you hear, my lord 7 do you hear ?
Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, Tro. What now? Which better fits a lion than a man.
Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl. Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide Tro. Let me read. me for it.
Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, ptisick so troubles me, and the foo ish fortune of Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, this girl ; and what one thing, what another, that You bid them rise and live.
I shall leave you one o' these days: And I have Hect. 0, 'tis fair play.
a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in Tro. Hect. How now ? how now? Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I can
not tell what to think on't.-What says she Tro.
For the love of all the gods, there? Let's leave the hermit Pity with our mother; Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter And when we have our armours buckled on,
from the heart; | Tearing the letter. The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; The effect doth operate another way. Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth. Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change toHect. Fie, savage, fie !
Hector, then 'lis wars. My love with words and errors still she feeds; Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. But edifies another with her deeds. Tro. Who should withhold me ?
Exeunt severally. Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Between Troy and the Grecian Camp. Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears ; Alarums : E.rcursions. Enter Thersites. Nor you, my brother, with your true sword
Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one anodrawn, Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way,
ther: I'll go look on. That dissembling abomi.
nable varlet, Diomed, has got that same sourvy But by my ruin.
doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, Re-enter Cassandra, with Priam.
in his helm; I would fain see them meet; that Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, bold him fast : that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
villain, with the sleeve, back to the dissembling Fall all together.
luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O' the Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back :
other side, The policy of those crafty swearing Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had rascals, -that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Cassandra doth foresee ; and I myself [visions ; proved 'warth a blackberry : –They set me up, in
Nestor; and that same dog-fox, Ulysses,- is not Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, To tell thee-that this day is ominous:
policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog
of as bad a kind, Achilles, and now is the cur Therefore, come back. Hect. Æneas is afield;
Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks,
arm to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to Even in the faith of valour, to appear
proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an This morning to them.
ill opinion. Soft! here comes sleeve and t'other. Pri. But thou shalt not go.
Enter Diomedes, Troilus following. Hect. I must not break my faith.
Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
Thou dost miscall retire ;
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude: And.
Do not, dear father. Have at thee! Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian I-now for thy Upon the love you bear me, get you in. whore, Trojan-now the sleeve, now the sleeve
Exit Audromache. Exeunt Troilus and Diomedes, fighling.
SCENE VI. Another part of the Fielda Hech. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for Hec
Enler Ajax. tor's match?
Ajat. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy Art thou of blood, and honour ?
head! Ther. No, no :-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.
Enter Diomedes. Hect. I do believe thee :-live.
(Exit. Dio. Troilus, I say, where's Trcilus ? Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; Ajar.
What would'st thou? But a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! Dio. I would correct him. What's become of the wenching rogues ? I think, Ajar. Were I the general, thou should'st have they have swallowed one another ; I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats it- Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! what, self. I'll seek them.
[Erit. Troilus ! SCENE V. The same.
Tro. O traitor Diomed I-turn thy false face, Enter Diomedes and a Servant.
thou traitor, Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse!
Dio. Ha! art thou there? Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : Ajax. l'll fight with him alone : stand, Diomed Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at And am her knight by proof.
(Exeunt, fighting. Serv. go, my lord. Erit Servant.
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fought, my
Enter Achilles. Hath Doreus prisoner:
Achil. Now do I see thee; Ha!-Have at thes And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Hector. Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Hect. Pause, if thou wilt. Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes is slain; Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojar Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
Be happy, that my arms are out of use : Patroclus ta'en, or slain; and Palamedes
My rest and negligence befriend thee now, Sore hurt and bruised ; the dreadful Sagittary But thou anon shalt hear of me again ; Appals our numbers ; haste we, Diomed,
Till when, go seek thy fortune.
(Esit To reinforcement, or we perish all.
Fare thee well: Enter Nestor.
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother? Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;
Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Eneas; Shall it be?
Enter one in sumptuous Armour. Fall down before him, like the mower's swath;
Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art : Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes;
goodly 'mark: Dexterity so obeying appetite,
No? wilt thou not ?-I like thy armour well; That what he will, he does; and does so much,
I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all, That proof is call'd impossibility.
But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast,
abide ? Enter Ulysses.
Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. Ulyss. 0, courage, courage, princes! great
SCENE VII. The same. Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons. Patroclus' wounds have rons'd his drowsy blood, Achil. Come here about me, you my MyrmiTogether with his mangled myrmidons,
dons ; That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, Mark what'I say.- Attend me where I wheel: corne to him,
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; Crying on Hector.' Ajax hath lost a friend, And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d,, and at it, Empale him with your weapons round about;
And when I have the blondy Hector found, Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
In fellest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye !
It is decreed-Hector the great must die.
[Ereunt As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, Bade him win all.
SCENE VIII. The same.
Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting; then
Thersites. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exit.
Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are
Ay, there, there. Nest. So, so, we draw together.
at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'lool
now, my double henned sparrow l 'loo, Paris, Enter Achilles.
floo! The bull has the game :-'ware horns, hol Achil.
(Exeunt Paris and Menelaus Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
Enter Margarelon. Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:
Mar. Tarn, slave, and fight. Hector i where's Hector'? I will none but Hector. Ther. What art thou ?
(Exeunt. Mar. A bastard son of Priam's
Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastarris: 1
Hector 7-The gods forbid ! gitimate? One bear will not bite another, and Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's wherefore should one bastard ! Take heerl, the
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our sure destructions on!
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death; Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and But dare all imminence, that gous and men, death!
(Puts of his helmati and hangs Address their dangers in lector is gone!
Priam , or
Let him that will a screech-owl aye be callid,
Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead': How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:
Stay yet ;-You vile abominable tents,
Let Titan rise as early as he dure,
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates; Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
| A Retreat sounded. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my Hope of revenge shall hide our inward wo.
Suike a free march to Troy !-- with comfort go: lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads
[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. the earth,
As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other
Pan. But hear yon, hear you !
Tro. Hence, broker lackey ! ignomy and shame
(Erit Troilus. Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Ereunt. -0 world! world! world I thus is the poor
Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! SCENE X. The same.
agent despised ! O traitors and bawds, how Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor, earnestly are you set a' work, and how ill re
Diomedes, aud others, marching. Shouts quited! Why should our endeavour be so loved, within
and the performance so loathed ? what verse for
it ? what instance for it ?- Let me see : Agam. Hark! hark ! what shout is that? Full merrily the humble bee doth sing, Next
Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: [Within.)
Achilles ! And being once subdued in armed tail, Achilles ! flector's slain ! Achilles !
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Dio. The bruit is-Hector's slain, and by Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Achilles.
cloths. Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
As many as be here of Pandar's hall, Great Hector was as good a man as he.
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Agam. March patiently along ;-Let one be sent Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, To pray Achilles see us at our tent.
Thongh not for me, yet for your aching bones. If in his death the gods have us befriended, Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Greai Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are some two months hence my will shall here be ended.
(Ezcuni, marching. made
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss :
Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. ever go home; here starve we out the night.
TIMON OF ATHENS.
TIMON, a noble Athenian.
Servants to Timon's CrediLUCIUS, Lords, and Flatterers of HORTENSIUS,
Two Servants of Varro, and the Servant of Isi VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false Friends. dore ; tro of Timon's Creditors. APEMANTUS, a churlish Philosopher.
CUPID and Maskers. Three Strangers ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General
Poet, Painter, Jeweller, and Merchant
An old Athenian. A Page. A Fool.
Mistresses to Alcibiades.
Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers,
Thieves, and Attendants.
Mer. o, pray,
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture SCENE I. Athens. A hall in Timon's House. One might interpret. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Here is a touch ; Is't good ?
Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life, others, at several Doors.
I'll say of it, Poet. Good day, sir.
It tutors nature: artificial strife Pain.
I am glad you are well. Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes the
Enter certain Senators, and pass over. world 2 Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd ! Poel.
Ay, that's well known; Poet. The senators of Athens :-Happy men ! But what particular rarity? what strange, Pain. Look, more! Which manifold record not matches ? See, Poet. You see this confluence, this great food Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power
of visitors. Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hag Mer. 0, 'lis a worthy lord !
With amplest entertainment: My free drift Nay, that's most fix'd. Halts not particularly, but moves itself Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd, as In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice it were,
Infects one comma in the course I hold ; To an untirable and continuate goodness : But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, He passes.
Leaving no track behind. Jew. I have a jewel here.
Pain. How shall I understand you ? let's see't; For the Lord Timon, Poet.
I'll unbolt to you. sir
You see how all conditions, how all minds Jer. If he will touch the estimate: But, for (As well of glib and slippery creatnres, as that
Of grave and austere quality,) tender down Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune, the vile,
Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, It stains the glory in that happy verse Subdues and properties to his love and tendance Which aptly sings the good.
All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd Mer. "Tis a good form.
flatterer [Looking at the Jewel To A pemantus, that few things loves better Jer. And rich: here is a water, look you. Than to abhor himself: even he drups down Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some The knee before him, and returns in peace dedication
Most rich in Timon's nod. To the great lord.
I saw them speak together Poct.
A thing slipp'd idly from me. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o' the From whence 'tis nourish'd : The fire i' the flint mount Shows not, till it be struck : our gentle flame Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies That labour on the bosom of this sphere Each bound it chafes. What have you there? To propagate their states: amongst them all, Pain. A picture, sir.–And when comes your whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, book forth?
One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame, Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir. Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to bey: Let's see your piece.
Whose present grace to present slaves and ser Pain. 'Tis a good piece.
vants Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Translates his rivals. Pain. Indifferent.
'Tis conceiv'd to scope. Poet
Admirable : How this grace This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Speaks his own standing! what a mental power With one man beckon'd from the rest below, This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination
Bowing his head against the steepy mouni