And fell fo roundly to a large confeffion, Exceeds man's might, and dwells with Gods above. To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love, Might be affronted with the match and weight Troi. O virtuous fight! When Right with Right wars who fhall be most right. True fwains in love fhall in the world to come Want fimilies: truth, tired with iteration, As truth authentic, ever to be cited, Cre. Prophet may you be ! If I be falfe, or fwerve a hair from truth, * As truth's authentic author to be cited] This Line should be read, As Truth authentic, ever to be cited. When When water-drops have worn the ftones of Troy, From falfe to false, among falfe maids in love, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: feal it, feal it, I'll be the witness. Here I hold your hand; here my coufin's; if ever you prove false to one another, fince I have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful Goers-between be call'd to the world's end after my name; call them all Pandars: let all inconstant men be Troilus's, all falfe women Creffida's, and all brokers between Pandars: say, Amen. Troi. Amen! Cre. Amen! Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will fhew you a bedchamber; which bed, because it fhall not fpeak of your pretty encounters, prefs it to death: away. And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here, Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this Geer! Exeunt. Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Neftor, Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas. Cal. NOW, Princes, for the fervice I have done you, Th' advantage of the time prompts me aloud That, That, through the fight I bear in things to come, Out of those many registred in promife, behalf. Aga. What wouldft thou of us, Trojan? make demand. Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore ;) Defir'd my Creffid in right-great exchange, Whom Troy hath ftill deny'd: but this Antenor, I know, is fuch a wreft in their affairs, That their negotiations all must slack, Wanting his Manage; and they will almost Give us a Prince o'th' blood, a fon of Priam, In change of him. Let him be fent, great Princes, And he shall buy my daughter: and her presence Shall quite ftrike off all fervice I have done, In most accepted pay. Aga. Let Diomedes bear him, And bring us Creffid hither: Calchas fhall have Furnish you fairly for this enterchange; Withal, bring word, if Hector will to-morrow Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent. Uly. ACHILLES ftands i'th entrance of his Please it our General to pafs ftrangely by him, To ufe between your ftrangeness and his pride, Achil. What, comes the General to speak with me?" You know my mind. I'll fight no more 'gainft Troy. Aga. What fays Achilles? would he aught with us? Neft. Would you, my lord, aught with the General? Achil. No. Neft. Nothing, my lord. Aga. The better. Achil. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you ? Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? Ajax. How now, Patroclus? Achil. Good-morrow, Ajax. Achil. Good-morrow. Ajax, Ha? Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exeunt. Achil. What mean these fellows? know they not Achilles? Pat. Pat. They pass by ftrangely: they were us'd to bend, To send their fmiles before them to Achilles, To come as humbly as they us'd to creep Achil. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, Greatnefs, once fall'n out with fortune, Hath honour, but is honour'd by those honours Which, when they fall, (as being flipp'ry standers) At ample point all that I did poffefs, Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out Something in me not worth that rich beholding, As they have often giv'n. I'll interrupt his reading.- Here is Ulyffes. Achil. What are you reading? Writes me, that man, how dearly ever parted, Achil. This is not ftrange, Ulyffes. The beauty that is borne here in the face |