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Wanting his manage ; and they will alınost He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
That are without liim, as place, riches, favour, Agam. Let Diomedes bear him,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit : And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, What he requests of us.-Good Diomed, The love that lean’d on them as slippery too, Furnish you fairly for this enterchange : 10 Doth one pluck down another, and together Withal, bring word—if Hector will to-morrow Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me: Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready. Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy
Diom. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burthen At ample point all that I did possess, [out Which I am proud to bear.
Save these men's looks; who do, niethinks, find [Exit Diomed, and Calehas. 15 Something in me not worth that rich beholding. Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent. As they have often given. Here is Ulysses; Ulyss. Achillesstands i'the entrance of his tent:- I'll interrupt his reading. -How now, Ulysses? Please it our general to pass strangely by him, Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son? As if he were forgot;-and, princes all,
Achil. What are you reading? Lay negligent and loose regard upon him;- 20 Ulyss. A strange fellow here I will come last : 'Tis like he'll question me, Writes me, That man—how dearly ever parted', Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn’d How much in having, or without, or in, on him :
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, If so, I have derision med’cinable,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection; To use between your strangeness and his pride, 25 As when his virtues shining upon others Which his own will shall have desire to drink; Heat them, and they retort that heat again It may do good: pride hath no other glass To the first giver. To shew itselt, but pride; for supple knees Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. The beauty that is borne here in the face,
Agam. We'llexecute your purpose, and put on 30 The bearer knows not, but commends itself A form of strangeness as we pass along ;- To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself So do each lord; and either greet him not, |(That most pure spirit of sense) behold itself, Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'a Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. Salutes each other with each other's form. Achil. Whạt, comes the general to speak with 35 For speculation turns not to itself, me?
[Troy. 'Till it hath travell’d, and is marry'd there You know my mind, I'll fight no more gainst Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught Ulyss. I do not strain at the position, with us?
[neral: It is familiar; but at the author's drift: Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the ge-40 Wlo, in his circumstance', expressly provesAchil. No.
That no man is the lord of any thing, Nest. Nothing, my lord?
(Though in and of him there is much consisting) Agam. The better.
'Till he communicate his parts to others: Achil. Good day, good day.
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Men. How do you? how do you?
45'Till he behold them form'd in the applause Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? Where they are extended; which, like an arch, Ajax. How now, Patroclus?
reverberates Achil. Good morrow, Ajax.
The voice again; or like a gate of steel Ajar. Ha?
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back Achil. Good morrow.
50 His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this; Ajar. Ay, and good next day too. [Exeunt. And apprehended here immediately Áchil. What mean these fellows? know they The unknown * Ajax. not Achilles ?
(bend, Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; Patr. They pass by strangely: They were us’d to That has he knows not what. Nature, what To send their siniles before them to Achilles; 155 things there are, To come as humbly, as they us’d to creep Most abject in regard, and dear in use! To holy altars.
What things again most dear in the esteem, Achil. What, am I poor of late? [tune, And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow Tis certain, Greatness, once fallen out with for- An act that very chance doth throw upon him, Must fall out with men too: What the declin’d is, 60|Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
'i.e. Hen presence shall strike off, or recompence, the service I have done even in these labours which were most accepted. 2 i. e. however excellently endowed, with however dear or precious parts enriched or adorned. 3 i. e. in the detail or circumduction of his argument. Ajax, who has abilities which were never brought into view or use.
W:ile some men leave to do!
Achil. Of this my privacy
Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and heroical :
The providence that's in a watchful state,
gods, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes: [devour'd 15 There is a inystery (with whom relation Those scraps are good deeds past; which are Durst never meddle“) in the soul of state; As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
Which hath an operation more divine, As done: Perseverance, dear my lord,
Than breatlı, or pen, can give expressure to : Keeps honour bright: To have dove, is to hang All the commerce that you have had with Troy, Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail 20 As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord; In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; And better would it fit Achilles niuch, For honour travels in a streight so narrow,
To throw down Hector, than Polyxena : Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path: But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, For emulation hath a thousand sons,
When Faine shall in our islands sound her trumpi That one by one pursue; If you give way,
25 And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Great Hector's sister did Achilles win; Like to an entred tide, they all rush by,
“ But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.”. And leave you hindmost ;
Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak; Or likea gallant horse fallen in first rank, The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. Lie there for pavement to the abject rear 30
[Erit. O’errun and trampled on: Then what they do Patr. To this effect, Achilles,have I mov'd you: in present,
[yours: A woman impudent and mannish grown Though less than yours in past, must o'er-top Is not inore loath'd than an effeminate man For time is like a fashionable host,
In time of action. I stand condemnd'd for this : Thatslightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;}3. They think, my little stomach to the war, And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would tly, And your great love to me, restrains you thus : Grasps in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, Sweei,rouse yourself; and the weak wantonCupid And farewell goesout sighing. O,let not virtueseek Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, Remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, wit, And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, 40 Be shook to air. Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector? [by him. To envious and calumniating time.
Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,- Achil
. I see, my reputation is at stake; That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, My fame is shrewdly gor'd. Tho' they are made and moulded of things past; 45 Patr. O, then beware;
(selves : And shew to dust, that is a little gilt,
Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themMore laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Omission to do what is necessary The present eye praises the present object : Seals a commission to a blank of danger"; Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, And danger, like an ague, subtly taints That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax; 150 Even then when we sit idly in the sun. Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Achil. Go call Thersites hither,sweet Patroclus : Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him And still it might, and yet it may again,
To invite the Trojan lords after the combat, If thou would'st not entomb thyselt alive, To see us here unarm’d: I have a woman's longAnd case thy reputation in thy tent; 55 In appetite that I am sick withal,
(ing, Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; Made emulous missions? 'mongst the gods them- To talk with him, and to behold his visage, And drave great Mars to faction. (selves, Even to my full of view.-A labour sav'd!
" To creep is to keep out of sight, from whatever motive. The meaning is, Some men keep out of notice in the hall nf fortune, while others, though they but play the ideot, are always in lier eye, in the way of distinction.
* The meaning of mission, Dr. Johnson says, seems to be dispatches of the gods from heaven about mortal business, such as often happened at the siege of Troy. Polyxena; in the act of marrying whom, he was afterwards killed by Paris. *i.e. There is a secret administration of affairs, which no history was ever able to discover. Si. e. By neglecting our duty, we commission or enable that danger of dishonour, which could not reach us before, to lay hold upon us.
times-honour'd captain-general of the Grecian Ther. A wonder !
army, Agamemnon, &c. Do this. Achil. What?
Patr. Jove bless great Ajax!
5 Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles. Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Ther. Ha! Ilector; and is so prophetically proud of an heroi- Patr. Who most humbly desires you to invite cal cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing. Hector to his tent. Achil. How can that be:
[memnon. Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a pea-10 Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agacock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like an Ther. Agamemnon? hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to Patr. Ay, my lord. set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a po- Ther, Ha! litic regard', as who should say there were wit
Pair. What say you
to't} in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is ; 15 Ther. God be wi' you, with all but it lies as coldly in him as tire in a flint, which Patr. Your answer, sir. will not show without knocking. The man's un- Ther. If to-imorrow be a fair day, by elevert done for ever; for if Hector break not his neck o'clock, it will go one way or other; howsoever, i' the combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. he shall pay for me ere he has me. He knows not me: I said, Good-norrere', Ajar; 20 Patr. Your answer, sir. and be replies, Thanks; Agamemnon. What think Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. you of this man, that takes me for the general: Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? He's grown a very land-tish, languageless, a Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What nonster. A p'ague of opinion! a man may wear musick will be in him when Hector has knock'd it on both sides, like a leather jerkins
25 out his brains, I know not: But, I am sure, nonc; Achil. Thou must be my embassador to him, unless the fidler Apollo get his sinews to make Tbersites.
(straight Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer no body; Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him he professes not answering; speaking is for beg- Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for gars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will 30 that's the more capable creature. (stirr'd; put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax. And I myself see not the bottom of it. Achil. To him, Patroclus : Tell him,,I hum
[Exeunt Achilles, and Patroclus. bly desire the valiant Ajax to invite the most va: Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were lorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and 35 clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had to procure safe conduct for his person, of the rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven- lignorance.
A C T IV.
Æne. Health to you, valiant sir,
During all question of the gentle truce : Inter at one door Æneas, and Serrant, with a torch; But when I ineet you arm’d, as black defiance,
at another, Paris, Deiphobus, Antenor, and As heart can think, or courage execute. Diomed, &c. with torches.
150 Diom. The one and other Diomed embraces. Par.
SEE ho! who is that there? Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health: Deiph. It is the
But when contention and occasion meet, Æne. Is the prince there in person?-
By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, Had I so good occasion to lie long, [ness With all my force, pursuit, and policy. As you, prince Paris, nought but heavenly busi- 55 Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will iy Should tob my bed-mate of my company.
With his face backward. In humanc gentlen¢ss, Diom. That's my inind too. -Good inorrow, Welcourie to Troy! now, by Anchises' life, lord Eneas.
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear, Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand: No man alive can love, in such a sort, Witness the process of your speech, wherein 60 The thing he ineans to kill, more excellently. You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, Diom. Wesympathize:- -Jove, let Æneas live, Did haunt you in the field.
lif to my sword his fate be not the glory, * With a sly look. • A ca'ling signifies a small lute-string ma le of ca'g it. ? Question here means intercourse, interchange of conversation.
A thousand complete courses of the sun !
Enter Troilus, and Cressida.
Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call my uncle The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of. He shall unbolt the gates. What business, lord, so early?
Troi. Trouble him not; Æne. I was sent for to the king; but why, I 10 To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, know not.
[Greek And give as soft attachment to thy senses, Par. His purpose meets you ; 'Twas to bring this As infants' empty of all thought ! To Calchas' house; and ihere to render him
Cres. Good morrow then. For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid:
Troi. I pr’ythee now, to bed. Let's have your company; or, if you please,
15 Cres. Are you aweary of ine? Haste there before us: I'constantly do think, Troi. O Cressida! but that the busy day, (Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge) Wak'd by the lark, has rouz'd the ribald crous, My brother Troilus lodges there to-night; And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, Rouse him, and give him note of our approach, I would not from thee. With the whole quality wherefore: I fear, 120 Cres. Night hath been too brief. We shall be much unwelcome.
Troi. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights Æne. That I assure you :
she stays, Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, As tediously as hell; but fies the grasps of love, Than Cressid borne from Troy.
With wings more momentary swilt than thought. Par. There is no help;
125 You will catch cold, and curse me. The bitter disposition of the time
Cres. Pr’ythee, tarry;—you men will nevertarry. Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. O foolish Cressida -I might have still held off, Æne. Good morrow, all.
[Erit. And then you would have tarry'd. Hark! there's Par. And tell me, noble Diomed ; 'faith, tell
one up. me true,
30 Pan. [Within] What's all the doors open here? Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,
Troi. It is your uncle. Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best,
[ing: Myself, or Menelaus?
Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mockDiom. Both alike :
I shall have such a life, He merits well to have her, that doth seek her 35. Pan. How now, how now? how go maiden(Not making any scruple of her soylure)
heads- -Here, you maid! where's my cousin With such a hell of pain, and world of charge;
Crissid? And you as well to keep her, that defend her Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking (Not palating the taste of her dishonour)
uncle! With such a costly loss of wealth and friends: 40 You bring me to do?, and then you flout me too. He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
Pan. To do what to do what?-let her say The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece';
What have I brought you to do? [what: You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins.
Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors :
ne'er be good, Both merits pois’d, each weighs norless nor more ;s45 Nor suffer others. But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Pun. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor ca. Par. You are too bitterto your country-woman. pocchia?!-hast not slept to-night: would he not, Diom. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! Paris,
[One knocks. For every false drop in her bawdy veins
50 Cres. Did not I tell you?--'would he were A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
knock'd o' the head! Of her contaminated carrion weight,
Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak, My lord, come you again into my chamber: She hath not given so many good words breath, You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death. 55 Troi, Ha, la !
[thing. Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmén do, Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy: How earnestly they knock!--pray you, come in; But we in silence hold this virtue well,
[Knock. We'll not commend what we intend to sell. I would not for half Troy have you seen here. Here lies our way. [Exeunt. 60
[EXCHAT 'i.e. a piece of wine out of which the spirit is all flown. ? To do is here used in an obscene
Meaning to say, “ Poor fool ! hast not slept to-night?”—The Italian word capocchio sig. nities the thick head of a club; and thence, metaphorically, a head of not much brain, a sot, dub lard, heavy gull.
Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? willl to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill you beat down the door? How now? what's the be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear niatter?
lit. Enter Æneas.
Cres. O you immortal gods!—I will not go. Æne. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. 5 Pan. Thou must.
Pun. Who's there my lord Æneas? By my Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; troth, I knew you not: What news with you so I know no touch of consanguinity; carly?
No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, dine. Is not prince Troilus here?
As the sweet Troilus.-- you gods divine !
Æne. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny If ever she leave Troilus ! Time, force, and death, It doth import him much, to speak with me.
Do to this body what extremes you can; Pan. Is he here, say you 'tis more than 1 But the strong base and building of my love know, I'll be sworn :- :- For my own part, I came Is as the very center of the earth, in late:- What should he do here?
15 Drawing all things to it.—I'll go in, and weep, Æne. Who !nay, then :['ware: Pan. Do, do.
[cheeks; Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are Cres. Tear my bright hair and scratch my praised You'll be so true to him, to be false to hiin : Crack iny clear voice with sobs, and break my Donot you know of him, but yet fetch him hither;
20 With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. As Pandarus is going out, enter Troilus.
[Ereunt. Troi. How now? what's the matter?
Before Pandarus' House.
Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Diomedes, &c. Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
25 Pur. It is great morning?; and the hour prefix’d The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,
Comes fast upon : Good my brother Troilus, Ere the first sacritice, within this hour,
Tell you the lady what she is to do, We must give up to Diomedes' hand
And haste her to the purpose. The lady Cressida.
30 Troi. Walk in to her house ;
I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:
Troi. How my atchievements mock me!- A priest, there offering to it his own heart.
[Exit Troilus. We met by chance; you did not find me here. Par. I know what'tis to love; Æne. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of And 'would, as I shall pity, I could help!neighbour Pandar
Please you, walk in, my lords. [Exeunt. Have not more gift in taciturnity.
SCEN E IV.
Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
45 And violenteth in a sense as strong, Cres. How now? What's the matter? Who As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? was here?
If I could temporize with my affection,
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief:
50 My love admits no qualifying dross ; Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter? No more my grief, in such a precious loss. Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth,
Enter Troilus. as I am above!
Pan. Here, here, here he coines.- Ah sweet Cres. O the gods !-what's the matter?
ducks! Pan. Prythee get thee in; Would thou had'st|55| Cres. O Troilus! Troilus ! ne'er been born! I knew, thou wouldst be his Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me death :- poor gentleman !-A plague upon einbrace too: O heart,- -as the goodly saying is,Antenor!
o heart, o heury heurt, Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, Why sighost thou without breaking ? I beseech you, what's the matter?
160 where he answers again, Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be Because thou canst not ease thy smart gone ; thou art chang d for Antenor: thou must By friendship, nor by speal.ing. i. e. so hasty, so abrupt. ? Grand jour, a Gallicism.