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'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
so there is; but it lies as collly in him as fire in a flint, With one of Priam's daughters.
which will not show without knocking. The man's Achil.
Ha ! knows? undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i'the Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. He knows The providence that's in a watchful state,
not me: I said, Good-morrow, Ajar; and he replies, Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold;
Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; that takes me for the general? He is grown a very Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, | lanc-tisb, languageless, a mouster. A plague of opinDoes thoughts unveil in their dunb cradles.
ion! A man may wear it on both sides, like a leather There is a mystery (with whom relation
jerkin. Durst never meddle) in the soul of scate;
Achil. Thou mast be my embassador to him, TherWhich hath an operation more divine,
sites. Than brenth, or pen, can give expressure to :
Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he proAll the commerce that you have heal with Troy, fesses not answering; speaking is for beggars; He As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord ;
wears his congue in his arms. I will put op his presAnd better would it fit Achilles much,
ence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall To throw down Fleetor, than Polyxena :
see the pageant of Ajax. But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, Achil. To him, Patroclus : Tell him,-I humbly de When fame shall in our islands sound her trump: sire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous HecAnd all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, tor to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe Great Hector's sister did Achilles win ;
conduct for his person, of the magnanimous, and most But our great Ajar bravely beat down him.
illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honoured captain-genFarewell, my lord: I as your lover speak;
eral of the Grecian army, Agameinnon. Do this. The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. Patr. Jove bless great Ajax.
[Exit. Ther. Humph. Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you: Patr. I come from the worthy AchillesA woman impudent and mannish grown
Ther. Ha! Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to invite Hee In time of action. I stand condemu'd for this; tor to his tent! They think, my little stomach to the war,
Ther. Humph ! And your great love to me, restrains you thus :
Patr. And to procure safe conduct from AgameraSweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, Ther. Agamemnon ? And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Patr. Ay, my lord.
Ther. Ha !
Patr. What say you to't?
Patr. Your answer, sir. Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake ;
Ther. If to-inorrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock My fame is shrewdly gor'da
it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay Patr. 0, then beware;
for me ere he has me. Those wounds heal ill, that men do give then selves: Patr. Your answer, sir. Omission to do what is necessary
Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Ther. No, but he's out o’rune chus. What music Eveu then when we sit idly in the sun.
will be in him, when Hector has knocked out his brainy, Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus : I know not: But, I am sure, none ; unless the fiddler I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him
Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on. To invite the Trojan lords after the combat,
Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. To see us here unarm’d: I have a womau's longing, Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's An appetite that I am sick withal,
the more capable creature. To see great Hector in bis weeds of peace;
Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; To talk with him, and to behold his visage,
And I myself see not the bottom of it. Even to my full of view. A labour savd !
[Excunt Achil. and Patr.
Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear Enter Thersites.
again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be Ther. A wonder !
a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance. (Erit. Achil. What? Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself. Achil. How so?
ACT IV. Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector'; SCENE 1.-Troy. 4 Street. Enter, at one side, and is so prophetically prond of an hervical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.
Æneas and Servant, with a Torch; at the other, Arhil. How can that be?
Paris, Deiplobus, Antenor, Diomedes, and others,
with Torches. Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride, anul a stand : fuminates like an hostess, that
Paris. hath no arithmetie but her brain to see down her reck
SEE, bo! who's that there? oning: bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should
'Tis the lord Æneat. say- there were wit in this head, an 'ewould out; and
#ne. Is the prince ldcre in person ?
Had I so good occasion to lie long,
Health to you, valiant sir,
Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces.
Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, tiat will fly
Dio. We sympathize :-Jove, let Æneas live,
Æne. We know each other well.
Par. This is the most despiteful gende greeting,
That I assure you ;
There is no lielp:
Both alike :
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman.
Dio. She's bitter to her country : Hear me, Paris– For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple Of her contammated carrion weight, A Trojan hath been slaio: since she could speak, She hath not given so many good words breath, As for her Greeks and Trojans sufferd death.
Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy: But we in silence hold this virtue well, We'll not commend what we intend to sell. Here lies our way.
[E.reunt. SCENE 11.-The same. Court before the House of
Pandarus. Enter Troilus and Cressida Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold.
Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle dowo;
Trouble him not;
Good morrow then Tro. 'Priythee now, to bed.
Are you aweary of ine? Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wakd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cres.
Night hath been too brief. Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she
Pr'ythee, tarty ;You men wil never tarry
foolish Cressid !---I might have still held off, And then you would have tarried. Hark! there's
one up. Pan. [Within) What, are all the doors open tere? Tro. It is your uncte.
Enter Panduras. Cres. A pestilenee on him! now will he be mocking: I shall have such a life,
Pan. How now, how now ? how go maidenheads ? -Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking un
cle ! You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.
Pan. To do what? to do what?-Jet her say what: wbat have I brought you to do? Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er
be gooil, Nor suffer others.
ran. Ha, ha ! Alasapoor wretch ! a poor capocchia! -hast not slept tonight? would he not, a naughty man, let it skep? a bugbear take him ! [Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you ?-'would he were knock
Tro. Ha, ha!
[Knocking --How carnestly they knock !--Pray you, come in;
Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood,
Pan. Do, do.
cheeks; Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy.
[Exeunt. SCENE III -The same. Before Pandarus's House.
Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomedes.
Par. It is great morning; and the hour prefix'd
Walk into her house;
Par. I know what 'tis to love ;
I would not for balf Troy have you seen here.
[Exeunt Troílus and Cressida. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter?
Pan. Who's tbere? my lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not : what news with you so early:
Æne. Is not prince Troilus here?
Æne. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doch import him much, to speak with me.
Pan. Is he here, say you ? ?tis more than I know, I'll be sworn :-For my own patt, I came in late : What should he do here? Æne.
Who !-nay, then :-
Pandarus is going out, enter Troilus.
Æne. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
Is it so concluded ?
Tro. How my achievements mock me!
Æne. Good, good, my lord ; the secrets of nature Mave not more gift in taciturnity.
[E rcunu Troilus and Æneas. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I woukl, they had broke's peck!
Enter Cressida. Cres. How now? What is the matter? Who was
here? Pan. Ah, ah ! Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord
gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth as I ain above !
Cres. O the gods !-what's the matter?
Pan. Pr’ythee, get thee in ; 'Would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew, thou wouldst be his death :-0 poor gentleman !-A plague upon Antenor !
Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, I beseech you, what's the matter?
Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to tùy father, and be gone from Troilus ; 'twill be his death ; 'twill be his bane ; he cannot bear it.
Cres. O you immortal gods !-I will not go.
Cres. I will not, uncle : I have forgot my father;
SCENE IV.-The same. & Room in Pandaros's
House. Enter Pandarus and Cressida.
Cres. Why tell you me of moderation?
Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: 0 heart ! --as the goodly saying is,
-o heart, - heavy heart.
Why sigh'st thou without breaking ? where he answers again,
Because thou canst not ease thy smart,
By friendship, nor by speaking. There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse; we set it, we see it.-How now, lambs?
Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,
Cres. Have the gods envy?
What, and from Troilus too?
Is it possible?
of all rejoindure, foreibiy prevents
And bring Æneas, and the Grecian, with you
While others fish with craft for great opinion,
Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bure.
Is--plain, and true,-there's all the reach of it.
Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, Deipbobu, and DioHe fumbles up into a loose adieu ;
medes. And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, Distasted with the salt of broken teers.
Welcome, sir Diomed! here is the lady, Æne. (Within.] My lord ! is the lady rrady?
Which for Antenor we delirer you: Tro. Hark! you are callid: Some say, the Genias so
Al die port, lori, I'll tre her to thy hand; Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die.
And, by the way, possess thee what she is. Bid them have patience; she shall come anob.
Entreat her fair ; and, by my soul, fair Greck. Pan. Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind,
If e'er thou stand at mercy of my sword, or my heart will be blown up by the root ! (Exit.
Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe Cres. I must then to the Greeks?
As Priam is in Ilion.
Fair lady Cressid,
The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
To shame the zeal of my petition to thee,
In praising her. I tell thee, lord of Greece For I will throw my glove to death lvimself,
She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises, That there's no maculation in thy heart:
As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant. But, be thou true, any I, to fashion in
I charge thice, use her well, even for my charge ; My sequent protestation; be chou true,
For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost pot, And I will see thee.
Though the great balk Achilles be thy guarl, Cres. O, you shall be expos'l, my lord, to dangers
I'll cut thy throat. As infinite as inminent! but, I'll be true.
0, be not mor'd, prince Troilas: Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this Let me be privileg'd by my place, and message, sleeve.
To be a speaker.free; when I am hence, Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you? I'll answer to my lust : And know you, lord, Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,
I'll hotling do on charge: To her own worth To give thee vightly visitation.
She shall be prizidl; but that you say-be't so, But yet, be true.
I'll speak it in my spirit and honour,-10. Cres. o heavens !--be trie, again?
Tro. Come, to the part.-I'll tell thee, Dionned,
This brave all oft make thee to hide the head.-
To our own selves bend we our needful talk.
[Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomedes, How novelty may move, and parts with person,
Trumpet heard. Alas, a kind of godly jealousy
Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. (Which, I beseech you, call a virtaous sin.)
Æne. How have we spent this morning! Makes me afeand.
The prince must think me tardy and remiss, Crea.
O heavens! you love me not, That swore to ride before him to the field. Tro. Die I a villain then!
Par. 'Tis Troilus' fault : Come, come, to field with In this I do not call your faith in question,
him. So mainly as my merit : I cannot sing,
Dei. Let us make ready straight. Nor heel the high larolt, nor swpeten talk,
Æne. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, Nor play at sobtle games; fair virtues all,
Let its address to tend on Hector's heels:
On this fair worth, and single chivalry. [Errunta
SCENE V.-The Grerian Camp. Lists åt out. Er-
ter Ajax, arred; Aganxennon, Achilles, Patroclus, Tro. No.
Menelaus, Ulysses, Nestor, and others. But something may be done, that we will dor:
Agri. Here art thon in appointinent fresh and fair, And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
Anticipating time with starting courage. When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, (ijve with tiny trutput a loud note to Troy, Presuming on their changerul potrney.
Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air
May pierce the lead of the grek combatant,
Ajrank. Thou, trumpet, there's any purse.
Now crack thy lungs, aiki split thy budze-n pipe:
Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias check
Enter Hector, armed; Æneas, Troilus, and other TroOut-swell the colic of puff'd Aquilon:
jane, with attendants. Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood ; Æne. Hail, all the state of Greece! What shall be Thou blow'st for Hector. [Trumpet sounds.
No trumpet answers. To him that victory commands? Or do you purpose, Achil. 'Tis but early days.
A victor shall be known? will you, the knights Aga. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daughter ? Shall to the edge of all extremity
Ulyss. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of bis gait; Pursue each other; or shall they be divided He rises on the toe: that spirit of his
By any voice or order of the field ? In aspiration lifts bien from the earth.
Hector lade ask.
Which way would Hector have it?
#ne. He cares not, he'll obey conditions. Aga. Is this the lady Cressid?
Achil. 'Tis done like Hector; but securely done, Dio.
A little proudly, and great deal inisprizing
If not Achilles, sir,
What is your name? 'Twere better she were kissd in general.
If not Achilles, nothing. Nest. And very courtly counsel : I'll begin. Æne. Therefore Achilles : But, whate'er, know So much for Nestor.
this ;Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair || In the extremity of great and little, lady:
Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector ;
The one almost as infinite as all,
Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now: And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy.
This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood : And parted thus you and your argument.
In love whereof, half Hector stays at home; Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns ! Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seck For which we lose our heads, to gild his horns. This blended knight, half Trojan, and half Greek.
Patr. The first was Menelaus’ kiss ;-this, mine: Achil. A maiden battle then?-0, I perceive you.
Aga. Here is sir Diomed.-Go, gentle knight, Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him.
Stand by our Ajax : as you and lord Æneas
So be it; either to the uttermost,
Or else a breath : the combatants being kin, Cres.
I'll make my match to live, | Half stints their strife before their strokes begin. The kiss you take is better than you give;
[Ajax and Hector enter the lists. Therefore no kiss.
Ulyss. They are oppos'd already. Men, I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. Aga. What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy? Cres. You are an odd man; give even, or give none. Ulyss. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight; Men. An odd man, lady? every man is odd. Not yet mature, yet matchless ; firm of word;
Cres. No, Paris is not ; for, you know, 'tis true, Speaking in deeds, and deedless in bis tongue; That you are odd, and he is even with you.
Not soon provok’d, nor, being provok’d, soon calm'd: Men. You fillip me oʻthe head.
His heart and land both open, and both free ; Cres.
No, I'll be sworn. For what he has, be gives, wbat thinks, he shows; Ulyss. It were no match, your nail against his horn. Yet gives he not till judgement guide his bounty, -May 1, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you ?
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath :
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous ;
For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes
Why, beg tben. To tender objects; but he, in heat of action,
They call him Troilus; and on him erect
(Diomed leads out Cressida. Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me. Nest. A woman of quick sense.
[ Alarum. Hector and Ajax figld. Ulyss.
Fie, fie upon her!
Aga. They are in action.
Hector, thou sleep'st; At every joint and motive of her body,
Awake thee! 0, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
Aga. His blows are well dispos3 :-thcre, Ajax ! That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,
Dio. You must no more.
[Trumpets cease: And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
Princes, enough, so please you. To every ticklish reader ! set them down
Ajar. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. For sluttish spoils of opportunity,
Dio. As Blector pleases. And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within. Hect.
Why then, will I no more:All. The Trojans' trumpet.
Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's sol, Aga.
Yonder comes the troop. A cousin-german, to great Priam's seext,