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And altogether more tractable.

fl'll pash him o'er the face. Ajax. Why should a man be proud?

Agam. O, no, you shall not go.
How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. Ajar. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze
Agum. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your

his pride:
5 Let me go to him.

The fairer. He that's proud, eats up himself: Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our
Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his Ajar. A paltry insolent fellow,
Own chronicle: and whate'er praises itself

Nest. How he describes himself! [Aside. But in the deed, devours the deed i' the praise. Ajar. Can he not be sociable?

Ajar. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the en-10 Ulyss. The raven chides blackness. [Aside. gendering of toads.

Ajar. I'll let his humours blood. Nest. Aside.] And yet he loves himself; IS Agum. He will be the physician, that should it not strange?

be the patient.

Aside. Re-enter Ulysses.

Ajar. An all men were o' my mind,Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. 15 Ulyss. Wit would be out of tashion. [Aside. Agam. What's his excuse?

Ajax. He should not bear it so, Ulyss. He doth rely on none;

Heshould eat swords first: Shallpride carry it? But carries on the stream of his dispose,

Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [Aside. Without observance or respect of any,

Ulyss. He would have ten shares. Aside. In will peculiar and in self-admission.

20 Ajar. I will knead him, I'll make him supple:Agam. Why will be not, upon our fair request, Nest. He's not yet thorough warm : force him Untent his person, and share the air with us?

with praises :

(Aside. Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. sake only,

Ulys. Mylord, you feed too much on this dislike. He makes important: Possest he is with greatness; 25

[To Agamemnon. And speaks not to himself, but with a pride Nest. Our noble general, do not do so. That quarrels at self breath: imagin'd worth Dio. You must prepare to tight without Achilles. Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Ulyss. Why, 'tis this nammg of him does hiin That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,

harni. Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,

30 Here is a man

-But 'tis before his face;
And batters down hiniself: What should I say? I will be silent.
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it Nest. Wherefore should you so ?
Cry-No recovery.

He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Agam. Let Ajax go to him.-

Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: 35 Ajar. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus "Tis said he holds you well; and will be led,

with us! At your request, a little from himself.

Would, he were a Trojan!
Ulyss. 0 Agamemnon, let it got be so ! Nest. What a vice were it in Ajax nom.
We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes, Ulyss. If he were proud?
When they go from Achilles: Shall the proud lord, 40 Diom. Or covetous of praise ?
That bastes his arrogance with his own seamo; Ulyss. Ay, or surly horne?
And never suffers matter of the world

Diom. Or strange, or self-affected?
Enter his thoughts,-save such as do revolve Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of
And ruminate himself,-shall he be worshipp'd

sweet composure; Of that we hold an idol more than he? 45 Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck: No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord Fam'd be thy tutor: and thy parts of nature Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir'd; Thrice-fain'd, beyond all erudition : Nor, by my wil, assubjugate his merit, But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight, As amply titled as Achilles is,

Let Mars divide eternity in twain, By going to Achilles :

50 And give him half: and, for thy vigour, That were to enlard his fat-already pride; Bull-earing Milo his addition yield And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, With entertaining great Hyperion.

Which, like a bourn', a pale, a shore, confines This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid;

Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor,And

say in thunder— Achilles, go to him. 55 Instructed by the antiquary times, Nest. O, this is well: he rubs the vein of him. He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;

[Aside. But pardon, father Nestor, were your days Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! As green as Ajax, and your brain so temper'd,

Aside. You should not have the eminence of him, Ajax. If I go to him, with my armed fist

160 But be as Ajax. | Alluding to the decisive spots appearing on those infected by the plague.

a Scam is grease. • To pheeze is to comb or curry. i. e. stuff him with praises (from farcir, Fr.). A bourn is a boundary, and sometimes a rivulet dividing one place from another.

Ajar. Ajax. Shall I call you father?

We must with all our main of

power stand fast: Nest. Ay, my good son.

And here's alord,-come knights from east towest, Diom. Be rul'd by hin, lord Ajax.

And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Ulyss. There is notarrying here; the hartAchilles Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep. Keeps thicket. Please it our great general 5 Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw To call together all his state of war;


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complimental assault upon him, for my business

beeths. TRO Y.

Scro. Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase, The Palace.

Jindeed! Enter Pandarus, and a Servant. (Musick ruithin.


Enter Paris, and Helen, attended. Pan. FRIEND! you pray, you, a word:

Do not you follow the young lord Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this Paris ?

fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. fairly guide them!-especially to you, fair queen! Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? 25 fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; Pan. You speak your fair pleasure,sweet queen.-I niust needs praise him.

Fair prince, here is good broken musick. Sero. The lord be praised !

Par. You have broke it

, cousin: and, by my Pan. You know me, do you


130 life, you shall make it whole again; you shall Sert. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

piece it out with a piece of your performance:Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Nell, he is full of harmony. Pandarus.

Pan. Truly, lady, no.
Serv. I hope I shall know your honour better. Helen. 0, sir,
Pan. I do desire it.

35 Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Sero. You are in the state of grace?

Par. Well said, my lord! well, you sayso in fits'. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lord- Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen:ship are my titles :—What musick is this? My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?

Sero. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out; we'll in parts.

40 hear you sing, certainly. Pan. Know you the musicians ?

Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant.with Serv. Wholly, sir.

me.—But (inarry) thus, my lord. - My dear Pan. Who play they to?

lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Sert. To the hearers, sir.

TroilusPar. At whose pleasure, friend?

45 Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord, Sero. At mine, sir, and theirs that love musick. Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends Pan, Command, I mean, friend?

himself most affectionately to you. Sero. Who shall I command, sir?

Helen. You shall not bob us out of our meloPan. Friend, we understand not one another; dy; If you do, our melancholy upon your head ! I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At 50 Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet whose request do these men play?

Sero. That's to't, indeed, sir: Marry, sir, at Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour the request of Paris my lord, who is there in per- offence. son; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that of beauty, love's invisible soul",

55 shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida?

words; no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, Sero. No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out that, if the king call for him at supper, you will that by her attributes ?

make his excuse. Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not Helen. My lord Pandarus, seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with 60 Pan. What says my sweet queen; my very Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make al very sweet queen? : i. e. the soul of love invisible every where else. ? 1. e. now and then, by fits. 3 K 4


queen, i' faith.

Par. What exploit's in hand, where sups hel |How chance my brother Troilus went not? to-night?

Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you Helen. Nay but, my lord,

know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Wh i says my sweet queen? My

cousin Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.--I long to will fall out with you.

5 hear how they sped io-day. You'll remember Helen. You must not know where he sups. your brother's excuse? Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pur, To a hair.

Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. come, your disposer is sick.

Helen. Coinmend me to your niece. Par. Well, I'll make excuse.

10 Pan. I will, sweet queen. [Erit. Sound a retreat, Pun. Ay, good my lord. Why should you Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's say-Cressida? no, your poor disposer's sick.


[you Par. I spy'.

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, me an instrument.--Now, sweet queen. 15 With these yourwhite enchanting fingers touch'd, Helen. Why, this is kindly done.

Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more you have, sweet queen.

Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, my lord Paris,


Paris : *Pan. He! no, she'll none of him ; they two Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty are twain.

Gives us more palm in beauty than we have; Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make Yea, over-shines ourself. them three.

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. Pan, Come, come, I'll hear no more of this ;/25

(Ercunf. I'll sing you a song now.

SCENE II. Helen. Ay, ay, prythee now. By my troth,

Pandarus' Garden. sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

Enter. Pandarus, and Troilus' mana Pan. Ay, you may, you may.

Pan. How now? Where's thy master? at my. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will 30 cousin Cressida's ? undo us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

Sero. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him Pan, Love, ay, that it shall i' faith. [love. thither. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but

Enter Troilus. Pan. In good troth, it begins so:

Pan. O, here he comes.- -How now, how now?

35 “ Love, love, nothing but love, still more!

Troi. Sirrah, walk oit. “ For, oh, love's bow

Pan. Have you seen my cousin ? “ Shoots buck and doe :

Troi. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, "The shaft confounds

Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks “Not that it wounds,

Staying for waftage. * 0, be thou my Gharon, * But tickles still the sore.

40 And give me swift transportance to those fields,

Where I may wallow in the lily beds “ These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die ! Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,

“ Yet that which seems the wound to kill, Froin Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, " Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!

And fly with me to Cressid ! “ So dying love lives still:

145 Pan. Walk here i’ the orchard, I will bring her “Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!


[Erit Pandurusa “ Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!

Troi. I am giddy; expectation whirls pie round, " Hey ho!"

Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet, Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the That it enchants my sense; What will it be,

150 When the watry palate tastes indeed Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and Too subtle potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, hot deeds is love.

For the capacity of my ruder powers: Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, 55 I fear it much; and I do fear besides, hot thoughts, and hot deeds ?-Why, they are vis That I shall lose distinction in my joys; pers; Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps who's a-field to-day?

The enemy flying. Par. Hector, Deïphobus, Helenus, Antenor,

Re-enter Pandarus. and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have 60 Pan. She's making her ready, she'l come arm'd to-day, but my Nell would not have it so: straight; you must be witty now. She does so · This is the usual exclamation at a childish game called Hie, spy, hie. ?j. e.

e. says Mr. Tollet, the reconciliation and wanton dalliance of two lovers after a quarrel, may produce a child, and so make three of two.



dicate to you.

blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were Cres. They say, all lovers swear more performfrayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the ance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability pjettiest villaina-she fetches her breath as short that they never perform ; vowing more than the as a new-ta'en sparrow.

[Exit Pandarus. perfection of ten, and discharging less than the Troi. Even such a passion doth embrace my 5 tenth part of one. They that have the voice of bosom:

lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters? My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; Troi. Are there such? such are not we: Praise And all my powers do their bestowing lose, us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring head shall go bare, 'till merit crown it: no perThe eye of niajesty,

10 fection in reversion shall have a praise in present: Enter Pandarus, and Cressida.

we will not name desert, before his birth; and Pan. Come, come, what need you blush: being born, bis addition shall be humble *. Few shame's a baby. Here she is now : swear the words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cres. oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me:- sid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock, What are you gone again? you must be watch'd 15 for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, ere you be made tame', must you ? Come your not truer than Troilus. ways, come your ways; an you draw back- Cres, Will you walk in, my lord: ward, we'll put you i' the files?:--Why do you

Re-enter Pandarus. not speak to her!-Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loth 20. Pan. What, blushing still have you not done, you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark, you'd

talking yet? close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mis- Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I detress. How now, a kiss in fee-farı! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The faul-25 boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my con as the tercel, for all the duchs i' the river : lord; if he llinch, chide me for it. go to, go to.

Trci. You know now your hostages; your unTroi. You have bereft me of all words, lady. cle's word, and my firm faith.

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; bat she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she can 30 our kindred, though they be long ere they are your activity in question. What, billing again? woo'd, they are constant, being won: they are here's-Inuitness whereof the parties interchange burrs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are ably-Come in, come in ; l'll go get a fire. thrown.

[Erit Pandarus. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings Cres. Will you walk in, my lord?


me heart:Troi. O Cressida, how often have I wish'd me Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, thus?

For many weary months. Cres. Wish'd, my lord -The gods grant !- Troi. Why was my. Cressid then so hard to win? O my lord!

Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my Troi. What should they grant? what makes this 40 lord, pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies With the first glance that ever

Pardon me: my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? If I confess much, you will play the tyrant,

Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have I love you now; but not, 'till now, so much eyes.

But I might master it :- -in faith, I lie; Troi. Fears make devils of cherubims; they 45 My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown never see truly.

Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools! Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds Why bave I blabb’d? who shall be true to us, safer footing than blind reason stumbling without When we are so unsecret to ourselves ? fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst, But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not ;

Troi. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all 50 And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Or, that we women had men's privilege

Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Of speaking first. Sweet, bid nie hold my tongue;

Troi. Nothing, but our undertakings; when For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence, tame tygers; thinking it harder for our mistress 55 Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws to devise imposition enough, than for us to un- My very soul of counsel: Stop my mouth. dergo any difficulty imposed. This is the mon- Troi. And shall, albeit sweet musick issues struosity in love, lady,—that the will is infinite, Pan. Pretty, i' faith.

[thence. and the execution confin'd; that the desire is Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; boundless, and the act a slave to limit. 160/'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss :

Alluding to the manner of taming hawks. * Alluding to the custom of putting men suspected of cowardice in the middle places. ; Pandarus means, that he'll match bis niece against her lover for any bett.—The tercel is the male hawk; by the faulcon we generally understand the female. : We will give him no high or pompous titles.

lam asham'd;-Uhcavens! what have I done? From false to false, among false maids in love, For this time will I take my leave, my lord. ('pbraid my falsehood! when they have said— Troi. Your leave, sweet Cressid?

As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, (false Pan. Leave! an you take leave 'till to-morrow As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, morning,

5 Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her son ; Cres. Pray you, content you.

Yca, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, Troi. What'otfonds you, lady?

As false as Cressid. Cres. Sir, mine own company.

Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it: Troi. You cannot shun yourself


l'll be the witness.- -Here I hold your hand; Cres. Let me go and try :

10 here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false to one I have a kind of self resides with you;

another, since I have taken such pains to bring But an unkind self, that itself will leave, To be another's fool. I would be gone:

you together, let all pitiful goers-between be

called to the world's end after my namne, call Where is my wit? I speak I know not what. them all-Pandars; let all inconstant men be

Troi. Well know they what they speak, that 15 Troilus's, all false women Cressids, and all speak so wisely.

brokers-between Pandars! say amen. Cres. Perchance, my lord, I shew more craft Troi. Amen, than love;

Cres. Amen. And fell so roundly to a large confession,

Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will shew you a To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise; 20 bed-chamber; which bed, because it shall not Or else you love not; For to be wise, and love,

speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: Exceedsman's might; thatdwells with gods above.

away, Troi. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here, (As, if it can, I will presume in you)

Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer! To fecd for aye her lamp and flames of love; 25

[Ereunt. To keep her constancy in plight and youth, Out-living beauties outward, with a mind

That doth renew swifter than blood decays!

The Grecian Camp.
Or that persuasion could but thus convince me,-
That my integrity and truth to you

30 Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomed, Nestor, Might be affronted with the match and weight

Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas. Of such a winnow'd purity in love;

Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done How were I then uplifted! but, alas,

you, I am as true as truth's simplicity,

The advantage of the time prompts me aloud And simpler than the infancy of truth. 35 To call for recompence. Appear it to your mind, Cres. In that I'll war with you.

That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove Troi. O virtuous fight,

[right! I have abandon'd Troy, left my possessions, When right with right wars who shall be most Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself, True swains in love shall, in the world to come, From certain and possess'd conveniences, Approve their truths by Troilus: when their 40 To doubtful fortunes; sequestring from me all rhymes,

That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, Made tame and most familiar to my nature; Want símilies, truth tir'd with iteration,

And here, to do you service, am become As true as steel?, as plantage' to the moon, As new into the world, strange, unacquainted: As sun to day, as turile to her mate,

45 1 do beseech you, as in way of taste, As iron to adamant, as earth to the center, To give me now a little benefit, Yet after all comparisons of truth,

Out of those many register'd in promise, As truth's authentic author to be cited,

Which, you say,

live to come in my behalf. As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse, Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? make And sanctify the numbers.


demand. Cres. Prophet may you be!

Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear. When time is old and hath forgot itself,

Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy, Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, 55 Whom Troy hath still denyd: But this Antenorg And mighty states characterless are grated I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, To dusty nothing; yet let memory,

That their negociations all must slack, ! I wish, "my integrity might be met and matched with such equality and force of pure unmingled love." '? This is an ancient proverbial simile. Formerly neither sowing, planting, nor grafting, were ever undertaken without a scrupulous attention to the increase or waning of the moon, as may be proved by the following quotation from Scott's Discoverie of ll'itchcraft: "The poore husbandman perceiveth that the increase of the moone maketh plants fruitfull: so as in the full moone they are in the best strength; decaieing in the rane; and in the conjunction to utterlic wither and vade."


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