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us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our Cres. Let me go and try :
than love; Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
And fell so roundly to a large confession,
To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise ;
Or else you love not; For to be wise, and love, Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods talking yet?
above. Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I de Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, dicate to you.
(As, if it can, I will presume in you,) Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my To keep her constancy in plight and youth, lord: if he finch, chide me for it.
Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind Tro. You know now your hostages; your That doth renew swifter than blood decays! uncle's word, and my firm faith.
Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our That my integrity and truth to you kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, Might be affronted with the match and weight they are constant, being won: they are burs, í of such a winnow'd purity in love; can tell you ; they'll stick where they are thrown. How were I then uplifted! but, alas, Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings I am as true as truth's simplicity, me heart:
And simpler than the infancy of truth. Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day Cres. In that I'll war with you. For many weary months.
Tro. O virtuous fight, be Tro. Why was myCressid then so hard to win? When right with right wars, who shall be most Cres. Hard to seem won ; but I was won, my right! lord,
True swains in love shall, in the world to come,
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
And sanctify the numbers.
To dusty nothing ; yet let memory, Pan. Pretty, i'faith.
From false to false, among false maids in love, Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; Upbraid my falsehood! when they have sail 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss :
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ; Pun. Leave ! an you take leave till to-morrow Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehool, morning,
As false as Cressid. Cres. Pray you, content you.
Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, scal it; Tro. What offends you, lady?
I'll be the witness.—Here I hold your hand; Cres. Sir, mine own company.
here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one Tro. You cannot shun
to another, since I have taken such pains to Yourself.
bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between
death : away.
be called to the world's end after my name, call
Enter ACHILLES and PatroCLUS, before their them all-Pandars; let all constant men be
Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his
tent: Cres. Amen.
Please it our general to pass strangely by him,
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd
[Exeunt. To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink;
It may do good: pride hath no other glass SCENE III.-The Greciun camp. To show itself but pride ; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Enter AgamemnON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES,NES
Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on TOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS.
A form of strangeness as we pass along;Cul. Now, princes, for the service I have done So do each lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more The advantage of the time prompts me aloud Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, Achil. What, comes the general to speak with That
, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove me? I have abandon'd Troy, left my possessions,
You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Incurr'd a traitor's name ; expos'd myself,
Troy. Fromn certain and possess'd conveniences,
Agam. What says Achilles ? would he aught To doubtful fortunes ; sequestring from me all,
with us? That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the geMade tame and most familiar to my nature ;
neral ? And here, to do you service, am become
Agam. The better.
[Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Out of those many register'd in promise,
Achil. Good day, good day. Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. Men. How do you ? how do Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan ?
[Exit Menelaus. make demand.
Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call’d An Ajax. How now, Patroclus? tenor,
#chil. Good morrow, Ajax. l'esterday took ; Troy holds him very dear.
Achil. Good morrow.
not Achilles ? That their negotiations all must slack,
Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us’d Wanting his manage ; and they will almost
to bend, Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam, To send their smiles before them to Achilles ; In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence To holy altars. Shall quite strike off all service I have done, Achil. What, am I poor of late ?
'Tis certain, Greatness, once fallen out with forAgam. Let Diomed bear him,
tune, And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, What he requests of us.--Good Diomed,
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, you fairly for this interchange: As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, Withal , bring word—if Hector will to-morrow
Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer;
And not a man, for being simply man,
honour ; but honour for those honours Which I am proud to bear.
That are without him, as place, riches, favour, [Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas. Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,
In most accepted pain.
Do one pluck down another, and together As misers do by beggars ; neither gave to me Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me : Good word, nor look: What are my deedsforgot! Fortune and I are friends ; I do enjoy
Ulyss. T'ime hath, my lord, awallet at his back, At ample point all that I did possess,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, Save these men’s looks; who do, methinks, find A great-siz’d monster of ingratitudes : out
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are Something not worth in me such rich beholding devour'd As they have often given. Here is Ulysses ; As fast as they are made, forgot as soon I'll interrupt his reading.
As done: Perseverance, dear my lord, How now, Ulysses ?
Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son ?
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail Achil. What are you reading ?
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; Ulyss. A strange fellow here
For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; How much in having, or without, or in, - For emulation hath a thousand sons, Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection ; Or hedge aside from the direct forthrighi, As when his virtues shining upon others Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, Heat them, and they retort that heat again And leave you hindmost ;To the first giver.
Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses.
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, The beauty that is borne here in the face, O’er-run and trampled on: Then what they do The bearer knows not, but commends itself
in present, To others' eyes : nor doth the eye itself, Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself,
yours : Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos’d For time is like a fashionable host, Salutes each other with each other's form. Thatslightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; For speculation turns not to itself,
And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would lly, Till it hath travell’d, and is married there, Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all. And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtos Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
, Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, Though they are made and moulded of things reverberates
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Then marvel not, thou great and complete mari
, The unknown Ajax.
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye; That has he knows not what. Nature, what Than what not stirs. The cry went once on the things there are,
And still it might; and yet it may again,
in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow, Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
And drave great Mars to faction.
Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy
Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold ; Achil. How can that be?
hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to
is ; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to : which will not show without knocking. The All the commerce that you have had with Troy, man's undone for ever ; for if Hector break not As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord; his neck i’the combat, he'll break it himself in And better would it fit Achilles much,
vain-glory. He knows not me: I said, Good-
opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like
Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody ; Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd he professes not answering; speaking is for begs you:
gars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will A woman impudent and mannish grown
put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands
army, Agamemnon. Do this.
Patr: Jove bless great Ajax,
Putr. I come from the worthy Achilles,-
Ther. Ha! My fame is shrewdly gor’d.
Patr. Who most hambly desires you to ina. Patr. O, then beware ;
vite Hector to his tent; Those wounds heal ill , that men do give them Ther. Humph!
Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Aga-
Ther. Agamemnon ?
Patr. Ay, my lord.
Patr. Your answer, sir.
o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever,
Patr. Your answer, sir.
Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?
Th No, but he's out o'tune thu What music will be in him when Hector has knocked
out his brains, I know not: But, I am sure, Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking none, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to
make catlings on.
Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with straight.
Ther. Let me bear another to his horse ; for roicalcudgelling, that he rayes in saying nothing that's the more capable creature.
selves : Omission to do what is necessary
Ther. A wonder!
Achil. How so?
Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were stirr'd;
clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I And I myself see not the bottom of it.
had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a va. [Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus. liant ignorance.
(Or, rather,call my thought a certain knowledge,) SCENE I.--Troy. A street. My brother Troilus lodges there to-night ;
Rouse him, and give him note of our approach, Enter, at one side, Æneas and Serrant, with a With the whole quality wherefore : I fear,
torch ; at the other, Paris, DEIPHOBUS, AN-We shall be much unwelcome. TENOR, DIOMEDES, and Others, with torches.
Æne. That I assure you ; Par. See, ho! who's that there?
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Dei. "Tis the lord Æneas.
Than Cressid borne from Troy. Æne. Is the prince there in person ?
Pur. There is no help; Had I so good occasion to lie long,
The bitter disposition of the time As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. business
Æne. Good morrow,
. Should rob my bed-mate of my company. Par. And tell me, noble Diomed ; 'faith, tell Dio. That's my mind too. Good morrow, me true, lord Æneas.
Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand: Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best, Witness the process of your speech, wherein Myself, or Menelaus ? You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, Dio. Both alike : Did haunt you in the field.
He merits well to have her, that doth seek her Æne. Health to you, valiant sir,
(Not making any scruple of her soilure,) During all question of the gentle truce : With such a hell of pain, and world of charge ; But when I meet you arm’d, as black defiance, And you as well to keep her, that defend her As heart can think, or courage execute. (Not palating the taste of her dishonour,)
Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. With such a costly loss of wealth and friends : Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health: He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up But when contention and occasion meet, The lees and dregs of a fiat tamed piece; By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, You, like a lecher, out of whorish soins With all my force, pursuit, and policy, Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors:
Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly Both merits pois’d, each weighs nor less nor more; With his face backward. In humane gentleness, But he as he, the heavier for a whore. Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life, Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. Welcome, indeed! by Venus' hand I swear, Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, No man alive can love in such a sort,
Dio. We sympathize:-Jove, let Æneas live, A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
She hath not given so many good words breath
, With every joint a wound; and that to-morrow! As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. Æne. We know each other well.
Pur. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Dio. Wedo: and long to know each other worse. Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy:
Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, But we in silence hold this virtue well, ... The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of. We'll not commipend what we intend to sell. What business, lord, so early?
Here lies our way. Æne. I was sent for to the king ; but why, I know not.
SCENE II.-The same. Court before the hous Par. His purpose meets you ; 'twas to bring
of PANDA RUS. this Greek To Calchas' house; and there to render him,
Enter TROILUS aud Cressida. For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid. Let's have your company; or, if you please, Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself ; the mornit Haste there before us : I constantly do think,