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Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ?
As green as Ajax, and your brain so tempered,
Shall I call you father ?
Be rul’d by hiin, lord Ajax.
Please it our great general
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep : Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks diaw deep.
SCENE I. - Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. i guide them ; especially to you, fair queen! fair
thoughts be your fair pillow! Enter PANDARUS and a Servant.
Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pun. Friend ! you ! pray you, a word: Do not Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. you follow the young lord Paris ?
Fair prince, here is good broken musick. Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
Par. You have broke it, cousin: aud, by my Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? life, you shall make it whole again; you shali piece Serv. Sir, I do depend upon that lord.
it out with a piece of your performance : - Nell, Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; he is full of harmony. You know me, do you not?
Pan. Truly, lady, no. Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.
Helen. O, sir, Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Pandarus.
Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better.
(Musick within. Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen :Pan. Honour and lordship are my titles : - My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ? What musick is this?
Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in hear you sing certainly. parts.
Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with Pan. Know you the musicians ?
– But (marry) thus, my lord, — My dear lord, Sorv. Wholly, sir.
and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus, Pon. Who play they to?
Helen. My lord Pandarus ; honey sweet lord, Serv. To the liearers, sir.
Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to: - commends Pan. At whose pleasure, friend ?
himself most affectionately to you. Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love musick. Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody, Pan. Command, I mean, friend.
If you do, our melancholy upon your head ! Serv. Who shall I command, sir ?
Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen ; that's a sweet Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I
i'faith. am too courtly, and thou art too cunning : At Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour whose request do these men play?
offence. Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir : Marry, sir, at the Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that request of Paris my lord, who is there in person ; shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such with him the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of words; no, no. — And, my lord, he desires you, beauty, love's invisible soul,
that, if the king call for him at supper, you will Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ?
make his excuse. Serv. No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out Helen. My lord Pandarus, that by her attributes ?
Pan. What says my sweet queen, -my very very Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not sweet queen ? seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he tofrom the prince Troilus: I will make a compli- right? mental assault upon hiin, for my business seeths. 4 Helen. Nay, but my lord,
Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, Pan. What says my sweet queen ? — My cousin indeed!
will fall out with you.
You must not know where Enter Paris and Helen, atlended.
Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressiu Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wideo; company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly come, your disposer is sick. 2 Titles, 3 Boundary
5 Parts of a song.
6 Wide of your mark.
Pur. Well, I'll make excuse.
SCENE II. - Pandarus' Orchard. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say - Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick.
Enter PandaRUS and a Servant, meeting. Par. I spy.
Pan. How now? where's thy master ? at my Pan. You spy! what do you spy ? - Come, give cousin Cressida’s ? me an instrument, Now, sweet queen.
Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him Helen. Why, this is kindly done.
thither. Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen.
Enter TROILUS. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my
Pan. O, here he comes. — How now, how now? lord Paris.
Tro. Sirrah, walk off.
[Erit Servant. Pan. He!
Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?
Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.
Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,
And give me swift transportance. Pandarus, us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !
And fly with me to Cressid ! Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith.
Pan. Walk here i’the orchard, I'll bring her Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love.
[E.rit PANDARUS. Pan. In good troth, it begins so :
Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense; and I do fear
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.
Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: These lovers cry — Oh! oh! they die!
you must be witty now. She does so blush, l'll Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
fetch her. It is the prettiest villain : - she fetches Doth turn oh, oh! to ha! ha! he!
her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. So dying love lives still :
[Erit PANDARUS. Oh, oha while, but ha! ha! ha!
Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; Hey ho!
And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose.
Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring Pan. Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day?
The eye of majesty. Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed
Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not ?
Pan. Come, come, what need you blush ? shame's Helen. He hangs the lip at something ; — you her, that you have sworn to me. –
a baby. - Here she is now: swear the oaths now to
What, are you know all, lord Pandarus.
Pan. Not I, honey sweet queen. – I long to hear gone again? you must be watched ere you be made how they sped to-day. — You'll remember your tame, must you? Come your ways, come your brother's excuse ?
ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i' the
fills. 7 - Why do you not speak to her ? Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.
Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Helen. Commend me to your niece.
Pan. Words pay no debts. Come in, come in;
I'll Pan. I will, sweet queen. [Erit.
[Exit PANDARUS. [A Retreat sounded.
Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me Par. They are come from field : let us to Priam's
thus? hall, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo
Cres. Wished, my lord ? — The gods grant!-O you To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
Tro. What should they grant? what makes this With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel,
my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Or force of Greekish sinews: you shall do more
Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears liave Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector.
eyes. Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant,
Tro. Fears never see truly.
Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,
safer footing than blind reason stumbling without Give us more palm in beauty than we have ;
fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Yea, overshines ourself.
Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear : in all Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee.
Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. [Ereunt. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither?
7 Shafts of a carriage.
go get a fire.
Tia Nothing, but our undertakings: when we Tro. Well know they wbat they speak, that speak vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers :
so wisely. thinking it harder for our mistress to devise im- Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than position enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty
love; imposed. This is the monstruosity in tove, lady. And fell so roundly to a large confession,
Cres. They that have the voice of lions, and the To angle for your thoughts : But you are wise; act of hares, are they not monsters?
Or else you love not; for to be wise and love, Tro. Are there such ? such are not we: Praise Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, shall go bare, till merit crown it: uo perfection in (As, if it can, I will presume in you,) reversion shall have a praise in present: we will To feed for aye? her lamp and flames of love; not name desert, before his birth ; and, being bom, To keep her constancy in plight and youth, his addition 8 shall be humble. Few words to fair Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy That doth renew swifter than blood decays; can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me, what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus? That my integrity and truth to you Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
Might be affronted | with the match and weight
Of such a winnow'd purity in love;
How were I then uplifted ! but, alas,
I am as true as truth's simplicity, Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedi. And simpler than the infancy of truth. cate to you.
Cres. In that I'll war with you. Pan. I thank you for that; be true to my lord: Tro.
O virtuous fight, if he flinch, chide me for it.
When right with right wars who shall be most right! Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's | True swains in love shall, in the world to come, word, and my firm faith.
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes, Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our Full of protest, of oath, and big compare ?, kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration, — they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, tell you ; they'll stick where they are thrown. As sun to day, as turtle to her mate, Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me As iron to adamant, as earth to the center, heart:—
Yet, after all comparisons of truth, Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day As truth's authentick author to be cited, For many weary months.
As true as Troilus shall crown ups the verse, Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? And sanctify the numbers. Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord, Cres.
Prophet may you be! With the first glance that ever — - Pardon
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. When time is old and hath forgot itself, I love you now; but not, till now, so much When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, But I might master it: – in faith, I lie;
And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown And mighty states characterless are grated Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools ! To dusty nothing; yet let memory, Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us, From false to false, among false maids in love, When we are so unsecret to ourselves ?
Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not;
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, Pan. Pretty, i' faith.
since I have taken such pains to bring you together, Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : end after my name, call them all — Pandars; let all I am ashamed ; O heavens! what have I done? - inconstant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, For this time will I take my leave, my lord, and all brokers-between Pandars ! say, amen. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?
(Ereunt. Cres. Sir, mine own company.
SCENE III. - The Grecian Camp. Tro.
You cannot shun Yourself.
Enter AGAMEMNON, Ulysses, DIOMEDES, Nestor, Cres. Let me go and try :
AJAX, MENELAUS, and CalchaS. I have a kind of self resides with you;
Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, But an unkind self, that itself will leave,
The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To be another's fool. I would be gone :
To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
Met with and equalled 8 Titles.
3 Conclude. Rr
That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession,
Ajar. How now, Patroclus ? Incurr'd a traitor's name ; expos'd myself,
Good morrow, Ajax. From certain and possess'd conveniences,
Ha? To doubtful fortunes, séquest'ring from me all Achil. Good morrow, That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Ajax.
Ay, and good next day too. Made tame and most familiar to my nature;
(Ext AJAX. And here, to do you service, am become
Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not As new into the world, strange, unacquainted :
Achilles ? I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to To give me now a little benefit,
bend, Out of those many register'd in promise,
To send their smiles before them to Achilles : Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep Agam. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make To holy altars. demand.
Achil. What, am I poor of late ? Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner call'd Antenor, 'Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with fortune, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear, Must fall out with men too: What the declin’d is, Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore,) He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer; I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,
And not a man, for being simply man, That their negotiations all must slack,
Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Wanting his manage; and they will almost That are without him, as place, riches, favour, Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit: In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, And he shall buy my daughter: and her presence The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, Shall quite strike off all service I have done, Do one pluck down another, and together In most accepted pain.
Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me : Agam.
Let Diomedes bear him, Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have At ample point all that I did possess, What he requests of us. — - Good Diomed,
Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out Furnish you fairly for this interchange :
Something not worth in me such rich beholding Withal, bring word if Hector will to-morrow As they have often given. Here is Ulysses; Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready. I'll interrupt his reading. Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden
How now, Ulysses ? Which I am proud to bear.
Now, great Thetis' son ? [Ereunt DIOMEDES and Calchas. Achil. What are you reading ?
Ulyss. Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent. Writes me, That man - how dearly ever parted ",
A strange fellow here Ulyss. Achilles stands, i'the entrance of his tent:- How much in having, or without, or in, Please it our general to pass strangely 4 by him, Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, As if he were forgot; and, princes all,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection ; Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:
As when his virtues shining upon others
This is not strange, Ulysses If so, I have derision med'cinable,
The beauty that is borne bere in the face To use between your strangeness and his pride, The bearer knows not, but commends itself Which his own will shall have desire to drink; To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself It may do good: pride hath no other glass (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself, To show itself, but pride; for supple knees Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Salutes each other with each other's form,
Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on For speculation turns not to itself, A form of strangeness as we pass along ;
Till it hath travell’d, and is married there So do each lord ; and either greet him not, Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all. Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Ulyss. I do not strain at the position, Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. It is familiar; but at the author's drift:
Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? Who, in his circumstance 6, expressly proves You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. That no man is the lord of any thing, Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught with (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) us?
Till he communicate his parts to others : Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Achil. No.
Till he behold them form'd in the applause Nest. Nothing, my lord.
Where they are extended; which, like an arch, reAgam. The better.
verberates (Ercunt AGAMEMNON and Nestor. | The voice again; or like a gate of steel Achil.
Good day, good day. Fronting the sun, receives and renders back Men. How do you ? how do you?
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this; (Erit MENELAUS. 4 Like a stranger.
5 Excellently endowed. & Detail of argument,
And apprehended here immediately
Madeemulous missions:'mongst the gods themselves, The unknown Ajax.
And drave great Mars to faction. Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse ;
Of this my privacy That has he knows not what. Nature, what things I have strong reasons.
But 'gainst your privacy Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
The reasons are more potent and heroical :
The providence that's in a watchful state, How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold; Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes !
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; How one man eats into another's pride,
Keeps place with thought, and almost like the gods, While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to :
Ulyss. Time bath, my lord, a wallet at his back, When fame shall in our islands sound her trump; Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes :.
Great Hector's sister did Achilles win ; Those scraps are good deeds past: which are de- But our great Ajar bravely beat down him. vour'd
Farewell, my lord : I as your lover' speak; As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. As done: Perséverance, dear my lord,
(Exit. Keeps honour bright: To have done is to hang Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you : Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
A woman impudent and mannish grown
In time of action. I stand condemnd for this;
And your great love to me, restrains you thus : That one by one pursue : if you give way,
Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, And leave you hindmost;
Be shook to air. Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
Shall Ajax fight with Hector ? Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour by O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in
Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake;
0, then beware; That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves : And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, ission to do what is necessary Grasps in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue And danger, like an ague, subtly taints seek
Even then when we sit idly in the sun. Remuneration for the thing it was;
Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus : For beauty, wit,
I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, To invite the Trojan lords after the combat, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To see us here unarm’d: I have a woman's longing, To envious and calumniating time.
An appetite that I am sick withal,
Ther. A wonder! Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, Achil. What? That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ;
Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, for himself. Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, Achil. How so? And still it might ; and yet it may again,
Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with HecIf thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive,
tor; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical And case thy reputation in thy tent;
cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing. Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, 8 The descent of the deities to combat on either side. 7 New-fashioned toys