Nor faint in the pursuit. Pri. Paris, you speak Like one Lesotted on your sweet delights: Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, Should once set footing in your generous bosoms? 15 Hect. Paris,and Troilus, you have both said well; [sign: I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood 1i. e. inflexible, immoveable. envy, factious contention. 20 SCENE III. [Exeunt. How now, Thersites? what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? He beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction! 'would it were otherwise, that I could beat him, whilst he rail'd at me : 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue 25 of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, —a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken 'till these two undermine it, the walls will stand 'till they fall of themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of 30 gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus; if ye take not that little little less-than-little wit from them that they have! which short-arm'd ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deli35ver a fly from a spider, without drawing the massy iron, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the boneache! for that, methinks, is the curse dependent on those that war for a placket. I have said my 40 prayers; and devil envy, say Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles ! |451 Enter Patroclus. Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, come in and rail.' Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counterfeit, thou would'st not have slipped out of my contemplation: but it is no matter, Thyself upon thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, bethine in great revenue! heaven bless 50 thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy death! then if she that lays thee out, says-thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. 55 Where's Achilles? 60 Patr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer? Ther. Ay; The heavens hear me ! Achil. Who's there! Patr. Thersites, my lord. Achil. Where, where?-Art thou come? Why, my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not serv'd thyself in to my table so many meals: Come, what's Agamemnon? Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ;-Then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles? Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself? Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Patr. Thou may'st tell, that know'st. Ther. I'll decline the whole question'. Aga- 5 10 15 Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done. [sites. Achil. He is a privileg'd man.-Proceed, TherTher. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is 20 a fool. Achil. Derive this; come. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool, to offer to command Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool, to serve such 25 a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Patr. Why am I a fool? Ther. Make that demand of the prover.It suffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here: Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, Diomedes, 30 and Ajax. Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with no body:Come in with me, Thersites. [Exit. Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery! all the argument is--a cuckold, 35 and a whore; A good quarrel, to draw emulous factions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry arpigo on the subject! and war, and lechery, confound all! [Exit. Agam. Where is Achilles? Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos'd, my lord. Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think [Exit. Putr. I shall so say to him. Ulyss. No; you see, he is his argument, that has his argument; Achilles. Nest. All the better; their fraction is more our wish, than their faction: But it was a strong composure, a fool could disunite. Ulyss. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untye. Here comes Patroclus. Re-enter Patroclus. Nest. No Achilles with him. Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; His legs are for necessity, not for flexure. Patr. Achilles bids me say--he is much sorry, Agam. Hear you, Patroclus ; We are too well acquainted with these answers: Much attribute he hath; and much the reason Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on; 50 Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of a proud heart: you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why? let him shew us a cause.-A word, my lord. [To Agamemnon.55 Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? Ulyss.Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Nest. Who? Thersites? Ulyss. He. Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say, [valiant, he is? Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have 60 Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as lost his argument. As wise, and no less noble; much more gentle, 1i. e. I will deduce the question from the first case to the last. the stately train of attending nobles whom you bring with you. obey. Allowance is approbation. 3K 3 2i. e. rebuked, rated. 1i..e. To subscribe, in Shakspeare, is to And Re-enter Ulysses. [quarrel. Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Ajax. Can he not be sociable? [Aside. [Aside. lyss. The raven chides blackness. Ajax. I'll let his humours blood. Agam. He will be the physician, that should be the patient. [Aside. Ajax. An all men were o' my mind,— Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. 15 Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside Agam. What's his excuse? Ulyss. He doth rely on none; But carries on the stream of his dispose, In will peculiar and in self-admission. Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake only, Ajax. He should not bear it so, 20 He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? [Aside. Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. He makes important: Possest he is with greatness; 25 Agam. Let Ajax go to him. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent : 'Tis said he holds you well; and will be led, At your request, a little from himself. 35 Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so! No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride; [Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! Ajax. If I go to him, with my armed fist Aside. harm. I will be silent. Nest. Wherefore should you so? Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Would, he were a Trojan ! Nest. What a vice were it in Ajax now- Diom. Or strange, or self-affected? 45 Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee sucks 50 And give him half: and, for thy vigour, To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;- Alluding to the decisive spots appearing on those infected by the plague, 2 Seam is grease. ♪ A bourn is a Ajas. SCENE I. TROY. Enter Pandarus, and a Servant. [Musick within. 20 Paris? Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. Serv. I hope I shall know your honour better. Pan. I do desire it. Serv. You are in the state of grace? Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles:-What musick is this? Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in parts. Pun. Know you the musicians? Serv. Wholly, sir. Pan. Who play they to? Serv. To the hearers, sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love musick. [complimental assault upon him, for my business seeths. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase, indeed! Enter Paris, and Helen, attended. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them!-especially to you, fair queen! 25 fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. You speak your fair pleasure,sweet queen.Fair prince, here is good broken musick. Par. You have broke it, cousin and, by my 30life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance:Nell, he is full of harmony. 35 Pan. Truly, lady, no. Helen. O, sir, Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits2. Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen:My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word? Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out; we'll 40 hear you sing, certainly. 45 Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At 50 whose request do these men play? Serv. That's to 't, indeed, sir: Marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul', Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? Serv. No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes ? Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me.- -But (marry) thus, my lord.- -My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,— Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends himself most affectionately to you. Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head! Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i' faith. Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offence. Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that 55 shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you will make his excuse. Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with 60 Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make a Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pan. What says my sweet queen; my very very sweet queen? i e. the soul of love invisible every where else. 3K 4 i. e. now and then, by fits. Pan Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he How chance my brother Troilus went not ?. to-night? Helen Nay but, my lord,—————— Pan. What says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out with you. Helen. You must not know where he sups. Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say-Cressida? no, your poor disposer's sick. Par. I spy'. Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done. Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris. Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three2. 5 10 15 20 Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; 25 I'll sing you a song now. Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will 30 [love. "Love, love, nothing but love, still more! "For, oh, love's bow "Shoots buck and doe: "The shaft confounds "Not that it wounds, "But tickles still the sore. "These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! "Yet that which seems the wound to kill, "Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he! "So dying love lives still: "Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! "Hey ho!" Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. 35 Helen. He hangs the lip at something;—you know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.-I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse? Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. Helen. Commend me to your niece. Pan. I will, sweet queen. [Exit. Sound a retreat, Par.They are come from field: let us to Priam's [you hall, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. SCENE II. Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Pan. Have you seen my cousin? Troi. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, 40 And give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the lily beds 45 Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, And fly with me to Cressid! straight. Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I will bring her [Exit Pandarus. Troi. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. Th' imaginary relish is so sweet, That it enchants my sense; What will it be, 50 When the watry palate tastes indeed Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, 55 hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day? Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have 60| arm'd to-day, but my Nell would not have it so: Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; I fear it much; and I do fear besides, Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight; you must be witty now. She does so This is the usual exclamation at a childish game called Hie, spy, hie. 2 i. e. says Mr. Tollet, the reconciliation and wanton dalliance of two lovers after a quarrel, may produce a child, and so make three of two. blush, |