Or, that we women had men's privilege Of fpeaking firft. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; The thing I fhall repent. See, fee, your filence, Tro. And fhall, albeit sweet mufick issues thence. Cre. My lord, I do befeech you, pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kifs: I am afham'd;-O heavens, what have I done!— Tro. Your leave, fair Creffid? Pan. Leave! an you take leave 'till to-morrow morning, Cre. Pray you, content you. I have a kind of felf refides with you: Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. [To Pan Tro. Well know they what they speak, that fpeak fo wifely. Cre. Perchance, my lord, I fhow more craft than love ;. And fell fo roundly to a large confeffion, To angle for your thoughts: But you are wife; To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; Might be affronted with the match and weight How How were I then uplifted! but, alas,. "When right with right wars who shall be most right!: Cre. Prophet may you be ! If I be falfe, or fwerve a hair from truth, From falfe to falfe, among falfe maids in love, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: feal it, feal it; I'll be the witness. Here I hold your hand; here, my cousin's; If ever you prove falfe one to another, fince I have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goersbetween be call'd to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars; let all inconftant men be Troilus's, This fcene is rich with very fanciful feeling ideas, worthy of our author, but Pendarus is a very great difgrace to them, and the conclufion is rather fulfome; fome lines are therefore marked for emiffion. all all falfe women Creffids, and all brokers-between Pandars! fay, Amen. Tro. Amen. Cre. Amen. "Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will fhew you a cham"ber, and a bed; which bed, because it shall not speak "of your pretty encounters, press it to death away. "[Exeunt Tro. and Cre. "And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here "Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer! [Exit. SCENE II. The Grecian Camp. Inter Agamemnon, Menelaus, Ulyffes, Neftor, Diomed, Ajax, and Calchas. Cal. Now, princes, for the fervice I have done you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompence. Appear it to your mind, That, through the fight I bear in things to come, I have abandon'd Tray, left my poffeffions, Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself, From certain and poffeft conveniences, To doubtful fortunes; fequeft'ring from me all That time, acquaintance, cuftom, and condition, Made tame and most familiar to my nature; And here, to do you fervice, am become As new unto the world, ftrange, unacquainted: I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit, Out of thofe many register'd in promile, Which, you fay, live to come in my behalf. Aga. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? make demand. Cal. You have a Trojan prifoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore) Give us a prince of blood, a fon of Priam, Aga. Let Diomedes bear him, And bring us Crefid hither; Calchas fhall have Enter, before their Tent, Achilles, and Patroclu.. To ufe between your ftrangeness and his pride, [They pass forward. Ach. What, comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Aga. What fays Achilles would he ought with us? Nef. Would you, my lord, ought with the general? Ach. No. Nef. Nothing, my lord. Ach. Good day, good day. Aga. The better. [Exeunt Aga. and Nel. Max. How do you? how do you? [Exit Men. Ach. What, does the cuckold fcorn me? Aja. How now, Patroclus? Ach. Good morrow, Ajax. Aja. Ha? Ach. Good-morrow. Aja. Ay, and good next day too. [Exit Ajax. Acb. What mean these fellows? know they not Achilles? Pat. They pafs by ftrangely: they were us'd to bend, To fend their fmiles before them to Achilles ; To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep To holy altar. Ach. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, Greatnefs, once fall'n out with fortune, As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, Hath any honour; but's honour'd for thofe honours Which when they fall, as being flippery flanders, At ample point all that I did poffefs, Save thefe men's looks; who do, methinks, find out Something not worth in me fuch rich beholding As they have often given. Here is Ulysses: I'll interrupt his reading. How now, Ulyffes? Uly. Now, great Thetis' fon ? Ach. What are you reading? Uly. A ftrange fellow here Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted: • Whoever has read cardinal Wolfey's admirable foliloquy upon the decline of fortune, would imagine our author had exhausted his ideas on the fubject; but the preceding lines, with many other fimilar paffages in his works, show he was inexhaustible. How |