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the y direction till thy death! then if she, that Or know not what we are.
klabyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax Achil. He is a privileged man. -Proceed,
carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him: Thersites. care Dworthy satisfaction!'would, it were otherwise; Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a
that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: fool ; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Pa.
Achil. Derive this ; come.
that thou art Jove, the king of gods; and, Mer Patr. Why am I a fool ? Te cury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Cadu
Ther. Make that demand of the prover. It etus; if ye take not that little little less-than- suffices me, thou art.---Look you, who comes little wit from them that they have ! which here? short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver Enter AGAMEMNON, ULISSES, Nestor, Dio.
MEDES, and AJAX. a fly from a spider, without drawing their massy irons, and cutting the web. After this, the ven Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody: grance on the whole camp ! or, rather, the bone- Come in with me, Thersites.
Erit. ache! for that, methinks, is the curse dependant
Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, on those that war for a placket. I have said my and such knavery! all the argument is, a cuckprayers; and devil, envy, say Amen. What, old, and a whore ; a good quarrel, to draw emubo! my lord Achilles !
lous factions, and to bleed to death upon. Now
the dry serpigo on the subject ! and war, and Enter PATROCLUS. lechery, confound all !
[Erit. Patr. Who's there? Thersites ? Good Ther Agam. Where is Achilles ? sites , come in and rail.
Patr. Within his tent; but ill dispos'd, my Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt lord. Hranit counterfeit
, thou wouldest not have slipped out Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are of my contemplation : but it is no matter ; Thy
, folly and ignorance, be thine in great re Our appertainments, visiting of him :
[Erit. sword and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any
Ulyss. We saw him at the opening of his tent; but lazars. Amen. Where's Achilles ?
He is not sick. Patr. Wbat, art thou devout? wast thou in Ajar. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart : you prayer?
may call it melancholy, if you will favour the Ther. Ay; the heavens hear me
man; but, by my head, 'tis pride : But why,
why? let him show us a cause. --A word, my Enter ACHILLES.
[Takes Agamemnon aside. Achil. Who's there?
Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Patr. Thersites, my lord.
Ulyss. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from Achil
. Where, where?--Art thou come? Why, him. my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not Nest. Who? Thersites? served thyself 'in to my table so many meals ?
Ulyss. He. Come ; what's Agamemnon?
Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have Ther
. Thy commander, Achilles ;~Then tell lost his argument. me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Ulyss. No ; you see, he is his argument, that Patr
. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, Ihas his argument; Achilles. pray thee, what's thyself?
Nest. All the better; their fraction is more Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus ; Then tell me,
our wish, than their faction: But it was a strong Patroclus, what art thou ?
composure, a fool could disunite. Patr. Thou mayest tell, that knowest.
Ulyss. The amity, that wisdom knits not, Achil. O tell, tell.
folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Ther. I'U decline the whole question. Agamennon commands Achilles ; Achilles is my
Re-enter PATROCLUS. lord; I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is
Nest. No Achilles with him.
Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for
courtesy ; his legs are legs for necessity, not for Ther, Peace, fool; I have not done.
Petr. You rascal !
Patr. Achilles bids me say—he is much sorry,
Re-enter ULYSSES. If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Did move your greatness, and this noble state, Agam. What's his excuse ? To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other, Ulyss. He doch rely on none; But, for your health and your digestion sake, But carries on the stream of his dispose, An after-dinner's breath.
Without observance or respect of any, Agam. Hear you, Patroclus :
In will peculiar and in self-admission. We are too well acquainted with these answers : Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Untent his person, and share the air with us?. Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's Much attribute he hath ; and much the reason sake only, Why we ascribe it to him : yet all his virtues,– He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatNot virtuously on his own part beheld,
ness; Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss ; And speaks not to himself, but with a pride Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, That quarrels at self-breath : imagin'd worth Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him, Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, We come to speak with him : And you shall not That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts, sin,
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, If you do say—we think him over-proud, And batters down himself: What should I say? And under-honest ; in self-assumption greater, He is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it Than in the note of judgment; and worthier Cry-No recovery. than himself
Agam. Let Ajax go to him. Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on; Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: Disguise the holy strength of their command, 'Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, And underwrite in an observing kind
At your request, a little from himself. His humorous predominance ; yea, watch Ulyss. OʻAgamemnon, let it not be so ! His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes The passage and whole carriage of this action When they go from Achilles: Shall the proudlord, Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add, That bastes his arrogance with his own seam; That, if he overhold his price so much, And never suffers matter of the world We'll none of him ; but let him, like an engine Enter his thoughts,-save such as do revolve Not portable, lie under this report
And ruminate himself, -shall he be worshipp'd Bring action hither, this cannot go to war: Of that we hold an idol more than he ? A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord Before a sleeping giant:--Tell him so. Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir'd; Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently. Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
[Exit. As amply titled as Achilles is, Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, By going to Achilles ; We come to speak with him.-Ulysses, enter. That were to enlard his fat-already pride ;
[Exit Ulysses. And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns Ajar. What is he more than another? With entertaining great Hyperion. Agam. No more than what he thinks he is. This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid;
Ajar. Is he so much ? Do you not think, he and say in thunder-Achilles, go to him. thinks himself a better man than I am ?
Nest. O, this is well ; he rubs the vein of him. Agam. No question.
[Aside. Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say Dio. And how his silence drinks up this ap-he is ?
[Aside. Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gen
pash him tle, and altogether more tractable.
Over the face. Ajar. Why should a man be proud ? How Agam. O, no, you shall not go. doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and
his pride ; your virtues the fairer. He, that is proud, eats Let me go to him. up himself: pride is his own glass, his own Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises our quarrel. itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow, praise.
Nest. How he describes Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the Himself! engendering of toads.
Ajax. Can he not be sociable ? Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not Ulyss. The raven strange? [Aside. Chides blackness.
Ajax. I will let his humours blood.
Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ? Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of patient.
[Aside. sweet composure ; Ajar. An all men
Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee Were o' my mind,-.
suck: Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature djar. He should not bear it so,
Thrice-fam'd, beyond all erudition :
To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom, Nest. He's not yet thorough warm : force him Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines with praises :
Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor,Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Instructed by the antiquary times, Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;dislike.
[To Agamemnon. But pardon, father Nestor, were your days Nest. O noble general, do not do so. As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper’d, Die. You must prepare to fight without You should not have the eminence of him, Achilles.
But be as Ajax. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does 4jar. Shall I call you father? him harm.
Nest. Ay, my good son. Here is a man—But 'tis before his face;
Dio. Be ruld by him, lord Ajax. I will be silent.
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Nest. Wherefore should you so ?
Achilles He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Keeps thicket. Please it our great general Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. To call together all his state of war; Ajaz. A whoreson dog, that shall paļter thus Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, with us!
We must with all our main of power stand fast: I would, he were a Trojan!
And here's a lord, --come knights from east to Nest. What a vice
west, Were it in Ajax now
And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Ulyss. If he were proud ?
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep : Dio. Or covetous of praise ?
Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks Ulyss. Ay, or surly borne ?
SCENE I.-Troy. A room in Priam's palace. Pan. Grace ! not so, friend; honour and lord
ship are my titles : What music is this? Enter PANDARUS and a Servant.
Serv. I do but partly know, sir ; it is music Pan. Friend! you ! pray you, a word : Do in parts. you follow the young lord Paris ?
Pan. Know you the musicians ?
Serv. Wholly, sir.
Serv. To the hearers, sir.
Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music. Serr. The lord be praised !
Pan. Command, I mean, friend. Pan. You know me, do you not?
Serv. Who shall I command, sir ? Serr. 'Faith, sir, superficially.
Pan. Friend, we understand not one another ; Pan. Friend, know me better ; I am the lord I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At Pandarus.
whose request do these men play? Sero. I hope I shall know your honour better. Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir : Marry, sir, at Pan. I do desire it.
the request of Paris my lord, who is there in Sere. You are in a state of grace.
with him, the mortal Venus, the hearts [Music within. I blood of beauty, love's invisible soul,
Par. I spy
Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ?
Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you Serv. No, sir, Helen : Could you not find out say--Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick. that by her attributes ?
Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast Pan. You spy! what do you spy? -Come, not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak give me an instrument.--- Now, sweet queen. with Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make Helen. Why, this is kindly done. a complimental assault upon him, for my busi Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a ness seeths.
thing you have, sweet queen. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not phrase, indeed!
my lord Paris.
Pan. He! no, she'll none of him ; they two Enter Paris and Helen, attended.
are twain. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make fair company ! fair desires, in all fair measure, them three. fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen ! Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; fair thoughts be your fair pillow !
I'll sing you a song now. Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Helen. Ay, ay, pr’ythee now. By my troth,
Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet swect lord, thou hast a fine forehead. queen.-Fair prince, here is good broken music. Pan. Ay, you may, you may.
Par. You have broke it, cousin : and, by my Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will life, you shall make it whole again ; you shall undo us all. o, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid ! piece it out with a piece of your performance : Pan. Love ! ay, that it shall, i'faith. Nell, he is full of harmony.
Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but Pan. Truly, lady, no.
love. Helen. 0, sir,
Pan. In good troth, it begins so : Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.
Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in Love, love, nothing but love, still more! fits.
For, oh, love's bow Pan. I have business to my lord, dear
Shoots buck and doe : -My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ?
The shaft confounds Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll Not that it wounds, hear you sing, certainly.
But tickles still the sore. Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But (marry) thus, my lord,--My These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die ! dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your bro Yet that, which seems the wound to kill, ther Troilus
Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he! Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweetlord, - So dying love lives still :
Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to :-commends Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! himself most affectionately to you.
Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head !
Hey ho ! Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the sweet queen, i'faith.
Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and sour offence.
that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn ; thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not hot deeds is love. for such words; no, no.-And, my lord, he de Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, sires you, that, if the king call for him at sup- hot thoughts, and hot deeds ? - Why, they are per, you will make his excuse.
vipers : Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet Helen. My lord Pandarus,
lord, who's a-field to-day? Pan. What says my sweet queen ? --my very Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, very sweet queen?
and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have Þar. What exploit's in hand ? where sups he armed to-day, but my Nell would not have it to-night?
so. How chance my brother Troilus went not? Helen. Nay, but my lord,
Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you Pan. What says my sweet queen ?--My cou- know all, lord Pandarus. sin will fall out with you. You must not know Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.— I long to
hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. I your brother's excuse ?
Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide ; Par. To a hair. come, your disposer is sick.
Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. Par. Well, I'll make excuse.
Helen. Commend me to your niece.
where he sups.
. My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse ;
[A retreat sounded. And all my powers do their bestowing lose, dipexis Par. They are come from field : let us to Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring Priam's hall,
The eye of majesty. 8 97-1 To greet che warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo
Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA.
Shall more obey than to the edge of steel, oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me.
ward, we'll put you i'the fills. Why do you ng en Elen, what he shall receive of us in duty, not speak to her?--Come, draw this curtain,
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have; and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how DO DR! Yes, overshines ourself.
loath you are to offend day-light! an 'twere Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and
[Exeunt. kiss the mistress. How now, a kiss in fee-farm!
build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, SCENE II.-The same. Pandarus' orchard. you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you.
The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'the Enter PANDARUS and a Servant, meeting. river:
: go to, go to. Pan. How now? Where's thy master ? at my Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. lore, au cousin Cressida's ?
Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: Serr. No, sir ; he stays for you to conduct but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she
call your activity in question. What, billing
again ? Here's-In witness whereof the parties Enter TROILUS.
interchangeably-Come in, come in ; I'll go get Par. O, here he comes.--How now, how now?
[Exit Pandarus. Tro. Sirrah, walk off. [Exit Servant. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?
Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me
. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door, thus !
this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg balki Propos'd for the deserver ! O gentle Pandarus, espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, *Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have
Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her Tro. Fears make devils cherubims; they never
[Exit Pandarus. see truly. Tro
. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds The imaginary relish is so sweet,
safer footing than blind reason stumbling withThat it enchants my sense ; What will it be,
out fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst.
we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame I fear it much, and I do fear besides,
tigers ; thinking it harder for our mistress to deThat I shall lose distinction in my joys; vise imposition enough, than for us to undergo As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady,--that the will is infinite, and
the execution confined ; that the desire is boundRe-enter PANDARUS.
less, and the act a slave to limit. Par. She's making her ready, she'll come
Cres. They say, all lovers swear more perStraight : you must be witty now. She does so formance than they are able, and yet reserve an blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she ability that they never perform; vowing more were frayed with a sprite: 1'11 fetch her. It is than the perfection of ten, and discharging less the prettiest villain : she fetches her breath as than the tenth part of one. They that have the short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit Pandarus. voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my monsters ?
Tro. Are there suché such are not we: Praise
O my lord !
The enemy flying.