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Provide the proper palfries, black as jet,
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
LOVE IN A BRAVE YOUNG SOLDIER.
CALL here my varlet,* I'll unarm again:
The Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; But I am weaker then a woman's tear, Tamer than sheep, fondert than ignorance; Less valiant than the virgin in the night, And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.
O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie endrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad In Cressida's love: Thou answer’st, she is fair; Pourʻst in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughmen! This thou tell?st me;
servant to a knight. + Weaker.
As true thou tell’st me, when I say-I love her;
SUCCESS NOT EQUAL TO OUR HOPES.
ADVERSITY THE TRIAL OF MAN.
Why then, you princes, Do you.
with cheeks abashed behold our works; And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought
Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In meref oppugnancy: The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) * Twisted and rambling. + Joined by affinity.
Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
ACHILLES DESCRIBED BY ULYSSES.
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
Breaks scurril jests;
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich ] To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
"Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, f-
* In modern language, takes us off.
The galleries of the theatre.
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age
CONDUCT IN WAR SUPERIOR TO ACTION.
I ask, that I might waken reverence,
The wound.of peace is surdity,
PLEASURE AND REVENGE.
THE SUBTILTY OF ULYSSES, AND STUPIDITY OF AJAX.
· Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange!
[Aside. Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Agam. What's his excuse? Ulyss.
He doth rely on none; But carries on the stream of his dispose, Without observance or respect of any, In will peculiar and in self-admission.
Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's sake
only, He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatness And speaks not to himself but with a pride Tbat quarrels at self-breath: imagin'd worth Holds in his blood such swollen and hot discourse, That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts, Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, And batters down himself: What should I say? He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it Cry--No recovery. Agan.
Let Ajax go to him. Dear lord, go you and greet him
in his tent: 'Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, At your request, a little from himself.
Ulyss. OʻAgamemnon, let it not be so ! We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes When they go from Achilles: Shall the proud lord, That bastes his arrogance with his own seam* And never suffers matter of the world Enter his thoughts, -save such as do'revolye And ruminate himself—shall he be worshipp'd Of that we hold an idol more than he? No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir'd; Nor, by my will as subjugate his merit,