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When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy,
And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterless are grated
To dusty nothing; yet let memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love.
Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said—aa
As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness.—Here I hold your hand; here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be call'd to the world's end afier my name, call them all—Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen.
Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away.
And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here,
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer!
The Grecian Camp.
Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, NestORj Ajax, Mexelaus, and Calchas.
Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have don
The advantage of the time prompts me aloud
Agam. What would'st 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,) Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange.
Whom Troy hath still deny'd: But this Antenor,
Agam. Let Diomed bear him,
And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have
Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden
[Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent.
Ulyst. 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
If so, I have derision med'cinable,
Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
Achll. What, comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.
Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught with, us?
Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general?
Nest. Nothing, my lord.
Agam. The better.
[Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor.
Achil. Good day, good day.
Men. How do you? how do you?
Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me?
Ajax. How now, Patroclus?
Ackil. Good morrow, Ajax.
Achil. Good morrow.
Ajax. Ay, and good next day too.
Achil. What mean these fellows? know they not Achilles?
Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to
To send their smiles before them to Achilles;
Achil. What, am I poor of late?
'Tis certain, Greatness, once fallen out with fortune.
Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son?
Achil. What are you reading?
Ulyss. A strange fellow here
Writes me, That man—how dearly ever parted,