He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;- But be as Ajax. Ajax. Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio. Shall I call you father. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Fresh kings are come to Troy; To-morrow, ACT III. AN EXPECTING LOVER. No, Pandarus, I stalk about her door, Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, * I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. That enchants my sense: What will it be, As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: CONSTANCY IN LOVE PROTESTED. Tro. True swains in love shall, in the world to come, Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes, As truth's authentic author to be cited, Cres. Prophet may you be! When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, And mighty states characterless are grated As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, PRIDE CURES PRIDE. Pride hath no other glass To show itself, but pride; for supple knees GREATNESS CONTEMPTIBLE WHEN ON THE DECLINE. 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, Die in the fall. HONOUR MUST BE ACTIVE TO PRESERVE ITS Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past: which are deyour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: Preservance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang In monumental mockery. Take the instant way, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, [present, O'er-run and trampled on: Then what they do in Though less then yours in past, must o'ertop yours: For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,- More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object. LOVE SHOOK OFF BY A SOldier. Sweet, rouse yourself: and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. THERSITES MIMICKING AJAX. Ther. A wonder! Achil. What? [himself. Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for Achil. How so? Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector: and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing. Achil. How can that be? Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like a hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say-there were wit in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; 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 vainglory. He knows not me; I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What * New-fashioned toys. think you of this man, that takes me for the general? He is grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites. Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax. Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,-I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe conduct for his person, of the magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honoured captain general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon. Do this. Patr. Jove bless great Ajax. Ther. Humph! Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles, Ther. Ha! Patr. Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent! Ther. Humph! Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agamem non. Ther. Agamemnon? Patr. Ay, my lord. Ther. Ha! Patr. What say you to't? Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart. Patr. Your answer, sir. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other; however he shall pay for me ere he has me. Patr. Your answer, sir. Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o' tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has knocked out his |