Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,- Might be affronted with the match and weight O virtuous fight, Tro. As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,- As truth's authentic author to be cited, Cres. Prophet may you be! When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy, And mighty states characterless are grated To dusty nothing; yet let memory, From false to false, among false maids in love, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, 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 called to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars; let all inconstant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokersbetween Pandars! say, amen.' Tro. Amen. Cres. 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-tied maidens here, Bed, chamber, Pandar, to provide this geer! [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession, Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself, From certain and possess'd conveniences, To doubtful fortunes; séquest'ring from me all That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Made tame and most familiar to my nature; And here, to do you service, am become As new into the world, strange, unacquainted : I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit, Out of those many register'd in promise, Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? make demand. Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, Agam. Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden [Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas. Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent. 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: To use between your strangeness and his pride, Achil. 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? Agam. Achil. The better. [Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit Menelaus. What, does the cuckold scorn me? Achil. Ajax. How now, Patroclus? Achil. Good morrow, Ajax. Ajax. Ha? Achil. Good morrow. Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exit Ajax. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles? Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles ; 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, Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, At ample point all that I did possess, Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out How now, Ulysses? Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son? Achil. What are you reading? Ulyss. 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; As when his virtues shining upon others Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver. Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. Salutes each other with each other's form. Till it hath travell'd, and is married there, (Though in and of him there be much consisting), Till he communicate his parts to others: Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again; or, like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this : The unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use! What things again most dear in the esteem, |