Tro. L it not be believ'd for2 womanhood! Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage To stubborn critics3-apt, without a theme, For depravation,-to square the general sex By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid. Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?

Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eyes. Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida : If beauty have a soul, this is not she;

If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,
If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,

This was not she. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself!
Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid!
Within my soul there doth commence a fight
Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate
Divides more wider than the sky and earth;
And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Admits no orifice for a point, as subtle
As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heavenareslipp'd,dissolv'd,and
And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy relics
Of her o'er-eaten faith are bound to Diomed.
Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his passion doth express?
Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
In characters as red as Mars his heart
Inflam'd with Venus: never did young man fancy
With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.

loos'd;

Hark, Greek;-As much as I do Cressid love,
So much by weight hate I her Diomed:
That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm ;
Were it a casque compos'd by Vulcan's skill,
My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout,
Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,
Shall dizzy with more clamor Neptune's ear
In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy.6

Tro. O Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false! Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious.

Ulyss. O, contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither.

Enter ENEAS.

Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:
Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
Ajax, your guard stays to conduct you home.
Tro. Have witn you, prince:-My courteous
lord, adieu:

Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,
Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.
Tr Accept distracted thanks.

[Exeunt TROILUS, ÆNEAS, and ULYSSES. Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me any thing for the intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not do more for an almond, than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; • Cynics. • Concupiscence.

For the sake of. ⚫ Compressed.

• Love.

ness, youth.

I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry:

Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong, And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy, I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy.

Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you Which better fits a lion, than a man.

Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me for it.

Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, You bid them rise and live. Hect. O, 'tis fair play. Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Hect. How now? how now! Tro.

For the love of all the gods, Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; And when we have our armors buckled on, The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; Spur them to ruthful9 work, rein them from ruth. Hect. Fye, savage, fye!

Tro.

Hector, then 'tis wars. Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. Tro. Who should withhold me?

Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.

Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.
He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Fall all together.

Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back: Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions; Cassandra doth foresee, and I myself • Foolish. • Put off 1 1 Mercy Rueful, woful.

Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt, To tell thee-that this day is ominous, Therefore, come back.

Hect. Æneas is a-field; And I do stand engaged to many Greeks, Even in the faith of valor, to appear This morning to them.

Pri.

But thou shalt not go. Hect. I must not break my faith. You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir, Let me not shame respect; but give me leave To take that course by your consent and voice, Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. Cas. O Priam, yield not to him. And. Do not, dear father. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you: Upon the love you bear me, get you in. [Exit ANDROMACHE. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl, Makes all these bodements. Cas. O farewell, dear Hector. Look, how thou diest! look,how thy eye turns pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! How poor Andromache shrills her dolors forth! Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement, Like witless antics, one another meet,

And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector. Tro. Away!--Away!

Cus. Farewell. Yet soft:-Hector, I take my leave;

Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Exit. Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim; Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth and fight: Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee!

[Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR.

Alarums.

Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed,believe. I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side,

PANDARUS.

Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally phthisic so troubles ine, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave you one o' these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in my bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says she there? Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart; [Tearing the Letter. The effect doth operate another way.Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together. My love with words and errors still she feeds; But edities another with her deeds.

[Exeunt severally. SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy, doting, foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his helm: I would fain see them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremaster villain with the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drab, on a sleeveless errand. O' the other side, The policy of those crafty swearing rascals,-that stale old mouse-caten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same dog-fox Ulysses, -is not proved worth a blackberry:-They set me up, in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day: Whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following.

Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after.

Dio.

Thou dost miscall retire:

I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian!-now for thy whore, Trojan !-now the sleeve, now the sleeve! [Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting. Enter HECTOR.

Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?

Art thou of blood, and honor?

Ther. No, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave; a very filthy rogue.

[Exit.

Hect. I do believe thee;-live. • Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me But a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think, they have swallowed one another: I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek them. [Exit.

SCENE V.-The Same.

Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse: Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid: Fellow, commend my service to her beauty; Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof. Serv.

I go, my lord. [Exit Servant. Enter AGAMEMNON.

Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner;

And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,2
Upon the pashed3 corses of the kings
Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes is slain;
Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;
Patroclus ta'en or slain; and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruis'd: the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers; haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Enter NESTOR.

Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles: And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.There is a thousand Hectors in the field; Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculis1 Before the belching whale; then is he yonder, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge, Fall down before him like the mower's swath: Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes; Dexterity so obeying appetite, That what he will, he does; and does so much, That proof is call'd impossibility.

Enter ULYSSES.

Ulyss. O, courage,courage,princes! great Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons, That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him, Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend, And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it, Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day Mad and fantastic execution; Engaging and redeeming of himself, With such a careless force, and forceless care, As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, Bade him win all.

Enter AJAX. Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus! [Exu Dio. Ay, there, there Nest. So, so, we draw together. Enter ACHILLES.

Achil Where is this Hector! Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face: Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. [Exeunt

I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy!-with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
[Exeunt ENEAS and Trojans.

As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PANDArus.

Pan. But hear you, hear you! Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exit TROILUS. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a'work,and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed what verse for it? what instance for it ?Let me see:

• Ignominy.

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting: And being once subdued in armed tail, Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloths.5

As many as be here of panders' hall, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Brethren and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made: It should be now, but that my fear is this,Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for cases; And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.

[Exit.

Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with emblems and mottoes.

Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.

Poet.
Ay, that's well known:
But what particular rarity? what strange,
Which manifold record not matches? See,
Magic of bounty! All these spirits thy power
Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant.
Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller.
Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord!
Jew.
Nay, that's most fix'd.
Mer. A most incomparable man; breath'd,' as
it were,

To an untirable and contin late2 goodness:
He passes.3

Jew. I have a jewel here.

Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir? Jew. If he will touch the estimate; But, for thatPoet. When we for recompense have prais'd the vile,

It stains the glory in that happy verse
Which aptly sings the good.
Mer.
'Tis a good form.
[Looking at the jewel.
Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you.
Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some de-
dication

To the great lord.
Poet.
A thing slipp'd idly from me.
Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourished: the fire i' the flint
Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame
Inured by constant practice.
• Continual.
i.e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.

Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chafes. What have you there?
Pain. A picture, sir.-And when comes your
book forth?

Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment,4 sir.
Let's see your piece.
Pain.
'Tis a good piece.
Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent.
Pain. Indifferent.

Poet.
Admirable: How this grace
Speaks his own standing! what a mental power
This eye shoots forth! how big imagination
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret.

Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Here is a touch; Is't good?
Poet.
I'll say of it,
It tutors nature: artificial strife5
Lives in these touches, livelier than life.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Pain. How this lord's follow'd!
Poet. The senators of Athens: Happy men!
Pain. Look, more!

Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood of visitors.

I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment: My free drift
Halts not particularly,6 but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levelled malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Leaving no track behind.

Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet.
I'll unbolt to you.
You see how all conditions, how all minds,

As soon as my book has been presented to Timon.
i.e. The contest of art with nature.
My design does not stop at any particular character.