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Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to morrow morning-
Cre. Pray you, content you.
Troi. What offends you, lady?
Cre. Sir, mine own company.
Trei. You cannot fhun yourself.
Cre. Let me go try:

I have a kind of felf refides with you :
But an unkind felf, that itfelf will leave,
To be another's fool. Where is my wit?

I would be gone: I fpeak, I know not what.

Troi.Well know they what they fpeak, that speak fo wifely. Cre. Perchance, my Lord, I fhew more craft than love, And fell fo roundly to a large confeffion,

To angle for your thoughts: but you are wife,
Or else you love not: To be wife and love,

Exceeds man's might, and dwells with Gods above.
Troi. O, that I thought it could be in a woman,
(As, if it can, I will prefume in you,)
To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love,
To keep her conftancy in plight and youth
Out-living Beauties outward; with a mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
Or, that perfuafion could but thus convince me,
That my integrity and truth to you
Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of fuch a winnow'd purity in love;
How were I then up-lifted! but alas,
I am as true as Truth's fimplicity,
And fimpler than the infancy of truth.
Cre. In that I'll war with you.

Tro. O virtuous fight!

When Right with Right wars who fhall be most right.

True fwains in love fhall in the world to come

Approve their truths by Troilus; when their rhymes,
Full of proteft, of oath, and big compare,
Want fimiles truth, tir'd with iteration,

As true as fteel, as Planets to their Moons, (15)


(15) as Planets to the Moon.] Plantage is certainly very justly thrown out, as a Reading of no Senfe or Truth; and yet the Text is a little corrupted, and must be help'd thus ;


As Sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to th' center:
Yet after all comparifons of truth,
(As truth's authentick author to be cited)
As true as Troilus fhall crown up the verfe,
And fanctify the numbers.

Cre. Prophet may you be !

If I be falfe, or fwerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
When water-drops have worn the ftones of Troy,
And blind Oblivion swallow'd Cities up,
And mighty States characterlefs are grated
To dufty Nothing; yet let Memory,
From falfe to faife, among falfe maids in love,
Upbraid my falhood! when they've faid, as falfe
As air, as water, as wind, as fandy earth;
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf;
Pard to the hind, or ftep-dame to her fon ;

as Planets to their Moons.

He fetches here his Comparifons of true Love from the Sympathy or Affection of the feveral Parts of Nature. As true as Steel -- I know, by this Phrafe, Men generally mean as true as a well-tem-per'd Sword is to the Hand of the Warrior: but I am perfuaded the Phrafe had another Original; and that was, from obferving its ftrange Affection to the Loadflone.- -But other Planets, befides. the Earth, (before the Time of our Author,) were discover'd to have their Mons which revolved round them. Jupiter has four Moons, and Saturn five. The Aftronomers, fometimes call'd thefe, Moons; and fometimes, Satellites. Sometimes, when they spoke of the Moon, they call'd it the Earth's Satellite: and when they spoke of the Satellites of the other Planets, they call'd them Jupiter, or Saturn's Moons. Their conftant unerring Attendance on their respective Planets made this Phænomenon very proper for Comparifons: tho' properly speaking, as it is here put, it is inverted; for it fhould be, as true as Moons to their Planets. Because the Moons de

pend on their Planets, not the Planets on their Moons.. But that this inverted Order is nothing with Shakespeare, is plain from many Places of his Works, and particularly from the immediate following Words, As Sun to Day- which is likewife in the fame manner inverted: for the Day depends on the Sun, and not the Sun on the Day. Mr..Warburton,

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Yea, let them fay, to flick the heart of falfhood,
As falfe as Crefid.-

Pan. Go to, a bargain made: feal it, feal it, I'll be the witnefs.- -Here I hold your hand; here my coufin's; if ever you prove falfe to one another, fince I have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful Goers-between be call'd to the world's end after my name; call them all Pandars: let all conftant men be Troilus's, all falfe women Crefida's, and all brokers between Pandars: fay, Amen.

Troi. Amen!

Cre. Amen!

Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will fhew you a bedchamber; which bed, because it fhall not fpeak of your pretty encounters, prefs it to death: away.

And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here,
Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this Geer!


SCENE changes to the Grecian Camp.

Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Neftor, Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas.


OW, Princes, for the fervice I have done you, Th' advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompence: appear it to you, That, through the fight I bear in things to come, I have abandon'd Troy, left my poffeffion, Incurr'd a traitor's name, expos'd myself, From certain and poffeft conveniences, To doubtful fortunes; fequeftred from all That time, acquaintance, cuftom, and condition, Made tame and most familiar to my nature : And here, to do you fervice, am become As new into the world, ftrange, unacquainted. I do befeech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit, Qut of those many registred in promise, Which, you fay, live to come in my behalf.


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Aga. What wouldft thou of us, Trojan? make demand.. Cal. You have a Trojan prifoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore ;). Defir'd my Crefid in right-great exchange, Whom Troy hath ftill deny'd: but this Antenor, I know, is fuch a wreft in their affairs, That their negotiations all must flack, Wanting his Manage; and they will almoft. Give us a Prince o'th' blood, a fon of Priam, In change of him. Let him be fent, great Princes, And he shall buy my daughter: and her prefence. Shall quite ftrike off all fervice I have done, In moft accepted pain.

Aga. Let Diomedes bear him,

And bring us Creffid hither: Calchas shall have
What he requests of us.
Good Diomede,

Furnish you fairly for this enterchange;

Withal, bring word, if Hector will to-morrow
Be anfwer'd in his challenge. Ajax is ready.
Dio. This fhall I undertake, and 'tis a burden
Which I am proud to bear.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent..
Ulyf. Achilles ftands i'th' entrance of his Tent,
Please it our General to pafs ftrangely by him,,
As if he were forgot; and, Princes all,
Lay negligent and loofe regard upon him:
I will come laft; 'tis like, he'll question me,.
Why fuch unplaufive eyes are bent on him:
If fo, I have decifion medicinable

To ufe between your ftrangeness and his pride,
Which his own will fhall have defire to drink..
It may do good: Pride hath no other glafs
To fhew itself, but pride; for fupple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees..
Aga. We'll excute your purpose, and put on
A form of ftrangenefs as we pass along;
So do each Lord; and either greet him not,
Or elfe difdainfully, which fhall shake him more


Than if not look'd on.

I will lead the way.

Achil. What, comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind. I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Aga. What fays Achilles would he aught with us? Neft. Would you, my Lord, aught with the General? Achil. No.

Neft. Nothing, my Lord.

Aga. The better.

Achil. Good day, good day.

Men. How do you? how do you?

Achil. What, does the cuckold fcorn me?

Ajax. How now, Patroclus ?

Achil. Good-morrow, Ajax.

Ajax. Ha?

Achil. Good-morrow.

Ajax. Ay, and good next day too.


Achil. What mean these fellows? know they not


Patr. They pafs by ftrangely: they were us'd to bend, To fend their fmiles before them to Achilles,

To come as humbly as they us'd to creep

To holy altars.

Achil. What, am I poor of late?

'Tis certain, Greatness, once fall'n out with fortune,
Muft fall out with men too: what the declin'd is,
He fhall as foon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own Fall: for men, like butterflies,
Shew not their mealy wings but to the fummer;
And not a man, for being fimply man,
Hath honour, but is honour'd by those honours
That are without him; as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit :

Which, when they fall, (as being flipp'ry ftanders)
The love that lean'd on them, as flipp'ry too,
Doth one pluck down another, and together
Die in the Fali. But 'tis not fo with me:
Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did poffefs,

Save thefe men's looks! who do, methinks, find
Something in me not worth that rich beholding,



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