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Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Archilles And here's a lord,-come knights from east to west, Keeps thicket. Please it our great general And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. To call together all his state of war;

Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw We must with all our main of power stand fast:




queen, i' faith.

SCENE 1.—Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.

Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in Enter PANDArUs and a Servant.

fits. Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen :you follow the young lord Paris?

My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word? Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.

Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? hear you sing certainly. Serv. Sir, I do depend upon that lord.

Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; me.—But (marry) thus, my lord, — My dear lord, I must needs praise him.

and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus,Serv. The lord be prais'd!

Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,Pan. You know me, do you not?

Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:commends Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

himself most affectionately to you. Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; Pandarus.

if you do, our melancholy upon your head! Serv. I hope I shall know your honor better. Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet Pan. I do desire it. Serv. You are in the state of grace.

Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sow

[Music within. offence. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honor and lordship Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that are my titles ;-What music is this?

shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is music in words; no, no.- -And, my lord, he desires you, parts.

that, if the king call for him at supper, you will Pan. Know you the musicians ?

make his excuse. Serv. Wholly, sir.

Helen. My lord Pandarus,Pan. Who play they to?

Pan. What says my sweet queen,--my very Serv. To the hearers, sir.

very sweet queen ? Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?

Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups be Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music. to-night? Pan. Command, I mean, friend?

Helen. Nay, but my lord,Serv. Who shall I command, sir?

Pan. What says my sweet queen !- My cousin Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I will fall out with you. You must not know wherë am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At he sups. whose request do these men play?

Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressila Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir: Marry, sir, at the Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide;' request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; come, your disposer is siek. with him the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of Par. Well, I'll make excuse. beauty, love's invisible soul,

Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ?

-Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick. Serv. No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes ?

Pan. You spy! what do you spy!-Come, give Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not me an instrument.--Now, sweet queen. seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris Helen. Why, this is kindly done. from the prince Troilus: I will make a compli- Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing mental assault upon him, for my business seeths. you have, sweet queen.

Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not indeed!

my lord Paris. Enter Paris and HELEN, attended.

Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are

twain. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly them three. guide them; especially to you, fair queen! fair Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'N thoughts be your fair pillow!

sing you a song now. Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Helen. Ay, ay, pr’ythee now. By my troth,

Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. -Fair prince, here is good broken music.

Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Par. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo life, you shall make it whole again ; you shall piece us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid ! it out with a piece of your performance:-Nell, Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i' faith. he is full of harmony.

Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but Pan. Truly, lady, no.

love. Helen. O sir,

Pan. In good troth, it begins so: 9 Boils.

1 Parts of a song.

- Wide of your mark.

Par. I spy.

Love, love, nothing but love, still more! Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her For, oh, love's bow


[Exit PandaRUS. Shoots buck and doe:

Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The shaft confounds,

The imaginary relish is so sweet
Not that it wounds,

That it enchants my sense; What will it be, But tickles still the sore.

When that the watery palate tastes indeed

Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! Yet that which seems the wound to kill,

Swooning destruction: or some joy too fine,

Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness, Doth turn oh! ah! to ha! ha! he!

For the capacity of my ruder powers:
So dying love lives still:

I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!

That I shall lose distinction in my joys; Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps Hey ho!

The enemy flying. Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.

Re-enter PandaRUS. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts,

Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight:

She does so blush, and and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is you must be witty now. love.

fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain: hot thoughts, and hot deeds ?-Why, they are vi

-she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en pers: Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet loru, sparrow.

[Exit PANDARUS. who's a-field to-day?

Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and

bosom: all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. How

And all my powers do their bestowing lose, chance my brother Troilus went not?

Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you


eye of majesty. know all, lord Pandarus.

Enter PandARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.--I long to hear

Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's how they sped to-day.--You'll remember your

a baby.--Here she is now : swear the oaths now to brother's excuse?

her, that you have sworn to me.

- What, are you Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.

gone again ? you must be watched ere you be made Helen. Commend me to your niece.

tame, must you? Come your ways, come your Pan. I will, sweet queen.

ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the [Erit

, fills. -Why do you not speak to her?—Come, draw

[A Retreat sounded. Par. They are come from field : let us to Priam's this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas, the hall,

day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an

'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo

and kiss the mistress. How now? a kiss in feeyou To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you.

farm? build there, carpenter; the air is sweet.With these your white enchanting fingers touch’d, The' falcon as the tercel," for all the ducks i' the Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Or force of Greekish sinews: you shall do more

river: go to, go to.

Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector. Helen. "Twill make us proud to be his servant, she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : but Paris: Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,

activity in question. What billing again? Here's

---In witness whereof the parties interchangeably Gives us more palm in beauty than we have;

--Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire. Yea, overshines ourself.

[Exit PANDARUS. Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee.


Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me SCENE II.-Pandarus' Orchard.


Cres. Wished, my lord ?—The gods grant!-0 Enter Pandanus and a Servant, meeting. Pan. How now? Where's thy master? at my Tro. What should they grant? what makes this cousin Cressida's ?

pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? thither.

Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have Enter TROILUS.

eyes. Pan. O, here he comes.—How now,

how now?

Tro. Fears make devils cherubims; they never Tro. Sirrah, walk off.

see truly.

[Exit Servant. Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?

Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,

safer footing than blind reason stumbling without

fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Staying for wastage. O, be thou my Charon,

Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all And give me swift transportance to those fields,

Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.

Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?
Where I may wallow in the lily beds
Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,

a Shafts of a carriage. From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,

• The allusion is to bowling: what is now called the

jack was formerly termed the mistress. And fly with me to Cressid !

The tercel is the male and the falcon the female hawk.

my lord !

Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings: when we Cres. Sir, mine own company, vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers: Tro.

You cannot shun thinking it harder for our mistress to devise im- Yourself. position enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty Cres. Let me go and try : imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, I have a kind of self resides with you; that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; But an unkind self, that itself will leave, that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to To be another's fool. I would be gone: limit.

Where is my wit ? I know not what I speak. Cres. They say, all lovers swear more perform Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak ance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability

so wisely. that they never perform ; vowing more than the Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft perfection of ten, and discharging less than the

than love; tenth part of one. They that have the voice of And fell so roundly to a large confession, lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters? To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise;

Tro. Are there such? such are not we: Praise Or else you love not; for to be wise and love, us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head Exceeds man's might: that dwells with gods above. shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, reversion shall have a praise in present: we will! (As, if it can, I will presume in you,) not name desert before his birth; and, being born, To feed for aye' her lamp and flames of love his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair To keep her constancy in plight and youth, faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and That doth renew swifter than blood decays; what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus? Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

That my integrity and truth to you

Might be affronted' with the match and weight Re-enter Pandanus.

Of such a winnow'd purity in love; Pan. What, blushing still ? have you not done How were I then uplifted! but alas, talking yet ?

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; if my lord get a boy


0 virtuous fight, of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord: When right with right wars, who shall be most if he flinch, chide me for it.

right! Tro. You know now your hostages; your un- True swains in love, shall, in the world to come, cle's 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 tired 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 centre,– heart :

Yet, after all comparisons of truth, Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day As truth's authentic author to be cited, For many weary months.

As true as Troilus shall crown up' 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 me; 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 charácterless are grated Too beadstrong 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—as But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not;

And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
Or that we women had men's privilege

As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ;
For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak

Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
The thing I shall repent. See, see your silence, As false as Cressid.
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it;
My very soul of counsel: Stop my mouth. I'll be the witness.—Here, I hold your hand; here,

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; -0 heavens! what have I done ?- inconstant men be Troiluses, all false women CresFor this time will I take my leave, my lord. sids, and all brokers-between Pandars ! say, amen. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?

Tro. Amen. Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow Cres. Amen. morning,

Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a Cres. Pray you, content you.

chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not Tru. What offends you, lady?

* Ever.

• Met with and equalled. Comparison.


1 Conclude.

speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: Agam. What says Achilles ? would he aught away.

with us? And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here, Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Bed, chamber, Pandar, to provide this gear! Achil. No.

[Exeunt. Nest. Nothing, my lord. SCENE III.— The Grecian Camp.


The better.


Good day, good day.
AJAX, MEXELAUS, and Calchas.

Men. How do you ? how do you? [Exit Men.
Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you,

Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? The advantage of the time prompts me aloud

Ajax. How now, Patroclus? To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind,


Good morrow, Ajax. That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove Ajax.

Ha? I have abandon's Troy, left my possession,

Achil. Good morrow. Incurr'd a traitor's name; exposed myself,

Ajax. .

Ay, and good next day too. From certain and possess'd conveniences,

[Exit Ajax. To doubtful fortunes, séquest'ring from me all

Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,

not Achilles ? Made tame and most familiar to my nature;

Patr. They pass by strangely: they were used And here, to do you service, am become

to bend, As new into the world, strange, unacquainted:

To send their smiles before them to Achilles : I do beseech you, as in way of taste,

To come as humbly as they used to creep To give me now a little benefit,

To holy altars.
Out of those many register'd in promise,

Achil. What, am I poor of late ?
Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. "Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with fortune,
Agam. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make Must fall out with men too: What the declin’d is,

He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner call’d Antenor, As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies,
Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear,

Show not their mealy wings but to the summer;
Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore)

And not a man, for being simply man, Desired my Cressid in right great exchange,

Hath any honor; but honor for those honors Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor,

That are without him, as place, riches, favor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,

Prizes of accident as oft as merit: That their negotiations all must slack,

Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, Wanting his manage; and they will almost

The love that lean’d on them as slippery too, Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,

Do one pluck down another, and together In change of him : let him be sent, great princes,

Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me: And he shall buy my daughter: and her presence Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy Shall quite strike off all service I have done,

At ample point all that I did possess,
In most accepted pain.

Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find
Let Diomedes bear him,

And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have Something not worth in me such rich beholding
What he requests of us.-Good Diomed,

As they have often given. Here is Ulysses;
Furnish you fairly for this interchange:

I'll interrupt his reading -
Withal, bring word—if Hector will to-morrow How now, Ulysses ?
Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready.


Now, great Thetis' son ? Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden

Achil. What are you reading ? Which I am proud to bear.


A strange fellow here
[E.ceunt DIOMEDES and Calchas. Writes me, that man-how dearly ever parted,"

How much in having, or without, or in, -
Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent. Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,

Ulyss. Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent: Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
Please it our general to pass strangely by him, As when his virtues shining upon others
As if he were forgot; and princes all,

Heat them, and they retort that heat again
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him: To the first giver.
I will come last: "T'is like, he'll question me,


This is not strange, Ulysses. Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn’d The beauty that is borne here in the face on him :

The bearer knows not, but commends itself
If so, I have derision med'cinable,

To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself
To use between your strangeness and his pride, (That most pure spirit of sense) behold itself,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink; Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd
It may do good: pride hath no other glass

Salutes each other with each other's form.
To show itself, but pride; for supple knees For speculation turns not to itself,
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Till it hath travell’d, and is married there

Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all.
A form of strangeness as we pass along ;-

Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,
So do each lord; and either greet him not, It is familiar; but at the author's drift:
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Who, in his circumstance,' expressly proves-
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way, That no man is the lord of any thing,
Achil. What, comes the general to speak with (Though in and of him there be much consisting.)

Till he communicate his parts to others :
You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
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Till he behold them form'd in the applause If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive, Where they are extended, which, like an arch, re- And case thy reputation in thy tent; verberates

Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, The voice again; or like a gate of steel

Made emulous missionss 'mongst the gods them. Fronting the sun, receives and renders back

selves, His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this; And drave great Mars to faction. And apprehended here immediately


Of this my privacy The unknown Ajax.

I have strong reasons. Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; Ulyss.

But 'gainst your privacy That has he knows not what. Nature, what things The reasons are more potent and heroical: there are,

"Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love Most abject in regard, and dear in use!

With one of Priam's daughters.' What things again most dear in the esteem,


Ha! known! And poor in worth! now shall we see to-morrow, Ulyss. Is that a wonder? An act that very chance doth throw upon him, The providence that's in a watchful state, Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do, Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold; While some men leave to do!

Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps; How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, Keeps place with thought, and almost like the gods, Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes! Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. How one man eats into another's pride,

There is a mystery (with whom relation While pride is fasting in his wantonness! Durst never meddle) in the soul of state; To see these Grecian lords !--why, even already Which hath an operation more divine, They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder; Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to; As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast, All the commerce that you have bad with Troy, And great Troy shrinking.

As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord; Achil. I do believe it: for they pass’d by me, And better would it fit Achilles much, As misers do by beggars; neither gave to me To throw down Hector, than Polyxena: Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot ? But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,

Ulyss. Time hath, 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 Ajax 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: Perseverance, dear my lord,

[Erit. Keeps honor 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 monumental mockery. Take the instant way; Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
For honor travels in a strait so narrow,

In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this;
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; They think, my little stomach to the war,
For emulation hath a thousand sons,

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 told, 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 honor hy O’er-run and trampled on: Then what they do in


Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake;
Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: My fame is shrewdly gord.
For time is like a fashionable host,


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, Omission 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, vigor 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,
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;
That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, | To talk with him, and to behold his visage,
Though they are made and moulded of things past; Even to my full of view. A labor sav'd!
And give to dust, that is a little gilt,

More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
The present eye praises the present object :

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,

6 The descent of the deities to coinbat on either side. > New-fashioned toys.


• Friend.

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