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Act 3. Scene 3.]

TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

Wanting his manage; and they will almost
Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
In change of him: let him be sent, great princes,
And he shall buy my daughter; and her prefence
Shall quite strike off all service I have done,
In most accepted pain 1.

Aga. Let Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have
What he requests of us. -Good Diomed,
Furnish you fairly for this enterchange:
Withal, bring word-if Hector will to-morrow
Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready.

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He shall as foon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies,
Shew not their mealy wings, but to the fummer;
And not a man, for being fimply man,

5 Hath any honour; but's honour'd for those honours
That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit:

Which when they fall, as being lippery standers,
The love that lean'd on them as lippery too,
10 Doth one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall. But 'tis not fo with me:
Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did possess,
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Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find
[Exit Diomed, and Calcbas. 15 Something in me not worth that rich beholding

Diom. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden
Which I am proud to bear.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent.
Ulyff. Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent:-
Please it our general to pass strangely by him,
As if he were forgot;-and, princes all,
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him;
I will come last: 'Tis like he'll question me,
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd
on him:

If so, I have derision medicinable,
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have defire to drink;
It may do good: pride hath no other glass
To shew itself, but pride; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.
Aga. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pass along ;-
So do each lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.

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As they have often given. Here is Ulyffes;
I'll interrupt his reading. - How now, Ulyffes?
Ulyff. Now, great Thetis' fon?
Achil. What are you reading?

Ulyff: A strange fellow here

Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted,
How much in having, or without, or in,
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;

25 As when his virtues shining upon others
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.

Achil. This is not strange, Ulyffes.
The beauty that is borne here in the face,
30 The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself
(That most pure spirit of sense) behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd
Salutes each other with each other's form.

Acbil. What, comes the general to speak with 35 For speculation turns not to itself,

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Neft. Would you, my lord, aught with the gene-40

Acbil. No.

Neft. Nothing, my lord?

Aga. The better.

Achil. Good day, good day.

Men. How do you? how do you?

Acbil. What, does the cuckold scorn me?

Till it hath travell'd, and is marry'd there
Where it may fee itself: this is not strange at all.

Ulyff: I do not strain at the position,
It is familiar; but at the author's drift:
Who, in his circumstance 3, expressly proves-
That no man is the lord of any thing,

(Though in and of him there is much consisting)
'Till he communicate his parts to others:

Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
45 'Till he behold them form'd in the applaufe

Where they are extended; which, like an arch,

reverberates

The voice again; or like a gate of steel

Fronting the fun, receives and renders back

50 His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this;
And apprehended here immediately
The unknown + Ajax.

Heavens, what a man is there! a very horfe;

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Achil. What mean these fellows? know they

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Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
What things again most dear in the esteem,
And poor in worth! Now shall we fee to-morrow
An act that very chance doth throw upon him,

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To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep

To holy altars.

Achil. What, am I poor of late?

'Tis certain, Greatness, once fallen out with fortune,
Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, 60l Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what fome men do,

i.e. Her prefence shall ftrike off, or recompence the fervice I have done, even in these labours which were
most accepted. 2 i. e. borvever excellently endorved, with however dear or precious parts enriched or
adorned. 3 i. e. in the detail or circumduction of his argument. 4 Ajax, who has abilities which
Were never brought into view or use.

While fome men leave to do!

How fome men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
While others play the ideots in her eyes!
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is feasting in his wantonness!
To fee these Grecian lords!-why, even already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast,
And great Troy shrinking.

Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me,
As mifers do by beggars; neither gave to me
Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot?

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Ulyff: Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,

Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

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Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.

[vour'd 15 There is a mystery (with whom relation
Durst never meddle 4) in the foul of state;
Which hath an operation more divine,
Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to:
All the commerce that you have had with Troy,

A great-fiz'd monster of ingratitudes:
Thofe fcraps are good deeds past; which are de-
As fast as they are made, forgot as foon
As done: Perfeverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;
For honour travels in a streight fo narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path:
For emulation hath a thoufand fons,
That one by one purfue; If you give way,
Or hedge afide from the direct forthright,
Like to an entred tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindmoft;-

Or like a gallant horfe fallen in first rank,
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
O'errun and trampled on: Then what they do in
present,

20 As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord;
And better would it fit Achilles much,
To throw down Hector, than Polyxena:
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When Fame shall in our islands found her trump;

25 And all the Greekish girls hall tripping fing,
"Great Hector's fifter did Achilles win;
"But our great Ajax bravely beat down him."
Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak;
The fool flides o'er the ice that you should break.
[Exit.

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Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you :
A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this:

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Thoughless than yours in past, must o'er-top yours:
For time is like a fashionable hoft,

That flightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; 35 They think, my little stomach to the war,

And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fty,

Grafps in the comer: Welcome ever smiles,

And your great love to me, restrains you thus:
Sweet, roufe yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid

And farewel goes out fighing. O, let not virtue feek
Remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, defert in fervice,

Shall from your neck unloofe his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,

40 Be shook to air.

Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all

To envious and calumniating time.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,-
That all, with one confent, praise new-born gawds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past; 45
And shew to dust, that is a little gilt,

More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

The prefent eye praises the present object:
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
And still it might, and yet it may again,
If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive,
And cafe thy reputation in thy tent;

Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Made emulous miffions 2 'mongst the gods them-
And drave great Mars to faction.
[felves,

To creep is to keep out

Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector? [by him.
Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour
Achil. I fee, my reputation is at stake;

My fame is shrewdly gor'd.

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Patr. O, then beware;
Those wounds heal ill, that men do give them-
Omiffion to do what is neceffary
Seals a commiffion to a blank of danger 5;
And danger, like an ague, fubtly taints
50 Even then when we fit idly in the fun.
Acbil. Go call Therfites hither, fweet Patroclus:
I'll send the fool to Ajax, and defire him
To invite the Trojan lords after the combat,
To fee us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing,

55 An appetite that I am fick withal,

To fee great Hector in his weeds of peace;
To talk with him, and to behold his vifage,
Even to my full of view. A labour sav'd!

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of fight, from whatever motive. The meaning is, Some men keep notice in the hall of fortune, while others, though they but play the ideot, are always in ber eye, in the way of diftinétion. 2 The meaning of miffion, Dr. Johnfon fays, seems to be dispatches of the gods from beaven about mortal business, such as often happened at the fiege of Troy. 3 Polyxena, in the act of marrying whom, he was afterwards killed by Paris. 4 i. e. There is a fecret administration of affairs, which no biftory was ever able to difcover. 5 i. e. By neglecting our duty we commiffion or enable that danger of dishonour, which could not reach us before, to lay hold upon us.

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Ther, Why, he stalks up and down like a pea-10 cock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like an hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to fet down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic regard 1, as who should say-there were wit in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; 15 but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. He knows not me: I faid, Good-morrow, Ajax; 20 and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes me for the general? He's grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monfter. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both fides, like a leather jerkin.

Achil. Thou must be my embassador to him, Thersites.

Ther, Who, I? why, he'll answer no body;

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Ther. Agamemnon?

Patr. Ay, my lord.
Ther. Ha!

Patr. What say you to't?

Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart.
Potr. Your answer, fir.

Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock, it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me.

Patr. Your answer, fir.

Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Acbil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o' tune thus. What mufick will be in him when Hector has knock'd 25 out his brains, I know not: But, I am fure, none; unless the fidler Apollo get his finews to make catlings 2 on. [straight. Acbil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him Ther. Let me bear another to his horfe; for [stirr'd;

gars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will 30 that's the more capable creature.

put on his prefence; let Patroclus make demands

to me, you shall fee the pageant of Ajax.

Acbil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,-I hum

bly defire the valiant Ajax to invite the most va

Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain And I myself fee not the bottom of it.

[Exeunt Achilles, and Patroclus. Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were lorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to 35 clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had

procure safe conduct for his perfon, of the magnani

mous, and most illustrious, fix-or-seven-times-ho

rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant
lignorance.
[Exit.

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Ene. Is the prince there in person?

Had I fo good occafion to lie long,

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Æne. Health to you, valiant fir,
During all question 3 of the gentle truce:
But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance,
As heart can think, or courage execute.

As you, prince Paris, nought but heavenly business 55 Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fiy

Should rob my bed-mate of my company.

Dio. That's my mind too. - Good morrow,

lord Æneas.

Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand:
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
You told how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field.

Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces..
Our bloods are now in calm; and, fo long, health:
But when contention and occafion meet,
By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life,
With all my force, purfuit, and policy.

With his face backward. In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life,
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I fwear,
No man alive can love, in fuch a fort,

Dio. We fympathize: Jove, let Æneas live, (If to my fword his fate be not the glory,

3 Question here means

A thou

60 The thing he means to kill, more excellently.

2 A catling fignifies a small lute-string made of catgut.

With a fly look.

intercourse, interchange of conversation.

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A thousand complete courses of the fun!
But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,
With every joint a wound; and that to-morrow!

Æne. We know each other well.

Dio. We do; and long to know each other worse. 5 Par. This is the most despightful gentle greet

ing,

The nobleft hateful love, that e'er I heard of.What business, lord, so early?

know not.

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Ane. I was fent for to the king; but why, 110
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Par. His purpose meets you; 'Twas to bring this
To Calchas' house; and there to render him
For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Creffid:
Let's have your company; or, if you please,
Haste there before us: I constantly do think,
(Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledge)
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night;
Rouse him, and give him note of our approach,
With the whole quality wherefore: I fear,
We shall be much unwelcome.

Ane. That I affure you :
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
Than Creffid borne from Troy.

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He merits well to have her, that doth seek her
(Not making any fcruple of her foylure)
With fuch a hell of pain, and world of charge;
And you as well to keep her, that defend her
(Not palating the taste of her dishonour)
With fuch a costly loss of wealth and friends:
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece 1;
You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins.
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors:

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Cre. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call my uncle down;
He shall unbolt the gates.
Troi. Trouble him not;

To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as foft attachment to thy senses,
As infants' empty of all thought!

Cre. Good morrow then.

Troi. I pr'ythee now, to bed.

Cre. Are you aweary of me?

Troi. O Creffida! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, has rouz'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee.

Cre. Night hath been too brief.

Troi. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights

she stays,

As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love, With wings more momentary swift than thought. 25 You will catch cold, and curse me.

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Both merits pois'd, each weighs nor less nor more; 45 Nor fuffer others.

But he as he, the heavier for a whore.

Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman.

Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me,

Paris,

For every false drop in her bawdy veins
A Grecian's life hath funk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
A Trojan hath been flain: fince she could speak,
She hath not given so many good words breath,
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.
Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you defire to buy:
But we in filence hold this virtue well, -
We'll not commend what we intend to fell.
Here lies our way.

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Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia 3!-haft not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it fleep? a bugbear take him!

[One knocks.

Cre. Did not I tell you?'would he were knock'd o' the head!

Who's that at door? good uncle, go and fee.-
My lord, come you again into my chamber:
You smile, and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
Troi. Ha, ha!
[thing.-
Cre. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no fuch
How earnestly they knock!-pray you, come in;

[Knock.

I would not for half Troy have you feen here. [Excunt

i. e. a piece of wine out of which the fpirit is all flown.

2 To do is here used in an obscene

fenfe. 3 Meaning to fay, " Poor fool! haft not slept to-night?" The Italian word capocchio ignifies the thick head of a club; and thence metaphorically, a head of not much brain, a fot, dullard, heavy gull.

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Pan. Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter?

Enter Æneas.

Ane. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas? By my troth, I knew you not: What news with you fo early?

Æne. Is not prince Troilus here?

Pan. Here! what should he do here?

Æne. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak with me.

Pan. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn: For my own part, I came in late:-What should he do here?

Axe. Who!-nay, then: Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: You'll be so true to him, to be false to him: Do not you know of him, but yet fetch him hither;

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to thy father, and be gone from Troilus; 'twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear

it.

Cre. O you immortal gods!-I will not go.
Pan. Thou must.

Cre. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father; I know no touch of confanguinity;

No kin, no love, no blood, no foul so near me,
As the sweet Troilus. - O you gods divine!

10 Make Creffid's name the very crown of falfhood,

If ever the leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very center of the earth,

15 Drawing all things to it. I'll go in, and weep,-
Pan. Do, do.
[cheeks;
Cre. Tear my bright hair, and scratch "ny praised
Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my

heart

20 With founding Troilus. I will not go from Troy.

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Enter Paris, Troilus, Æneas, Diomedes, &c.

Par. It is great morning 2; and the hour prefix'd Of her delivery to this valiant Greek Comes fast upon:- Good my brother Troilus, Tell you the lady what she is to do,

And hafte her to the purpose.

30 Troi. Walk in to her house;

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Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but loft? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I would, they had broke 's neck!

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An Apartment in Pandarus' boufe.
Enter Pandarus, and Creffida.

Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
Cre. Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,

[Exeunt.

Cre. How now? What's the matter? Who As that which causeth it: How can I moderate it? was here?

Pan. Ah, ah!

Enter Creffida.

45 And violenteth in a sense as strong

If I could temporize with my affection,

Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,

Cre. Why figh you so profoundly? where's my

The like allayment could I give my grief:

lord? gone?

50 My love admits no qualifying dross;

as I am above!

Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?

Pan. 'Would I were as deep under the earth,

Cre. O the gods!-what's the matter?

Pan. Pr'ythee get thee in; Would thou had'st 55 Cre, O Troilus! Troilus!

ne'er been born! I knew, thou wouldst be his

No more my grief, in fuch a precious loss.

Enter Troilus.

Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah sweet ducks!

Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me

death: poor gentleman!-A plague upon

embrace too: O beart, as the goodly saying is,

Antenor!

o beart, o beavy beart,

Cre. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees,

Wby figh'st thou without breaking?

60 where he answers again,

I beseech you, what's the matter?

Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be

gone; thou art chang'd for Antenor: thou must

i. e. fo bafty, so abrupt.

Because thou canst not ease thy smart

By friendship, nor by speaking.

2 Grand jour, a Gallicifm.

There

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