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To be another's fool. I would be gone.
Tro. O! that I thought it could be in a woman,
Cres. In that I'll war with you.
O, virtuous fight!
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
1 In folio :
Where is my wit? I would be gone. I speak I know not what. ? The poore husbandman perceiveth that the increase of the moono maketh plants fruitfull, so as in the full moone they are in the best strength; decaieing in the wane; and in the conjunction, do-utterlie wither and vade.--Scott's Discoverie of Witchcraft, 1584.
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
(Troilus kisses her.' 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 constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokersbetween Pandars ! say,
Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber; which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death : away! [Exeunt.”
And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here,
SCENE III.—The Grecian Camp.
AJAX, MENELAUS, and Calchas. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Th' advantage of the time prompts me, aloud To call for recompense. Appeal* it to your mind, That, through the sight I bear in things above', 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 ; sequestering 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
1 2 Not in f. e. 3 Exeunt : in f. e. 4 Appear: in f. e.
5 to Jove :
in f. e.
As new into the world, strange, unacquainted :
Let Diomedes bear him,
Dio. This shall I undertake; and 't is a burden
[Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS. Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent.
Ulyss. 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 : 't is 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 desire to drink. It may do good : pride hath no other glass To show itself, but pride ; for supple knees Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
3 A tuner of musical instruments.-Douce. Vol. VI.-6
A form of strangeness as we pass along :
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?
Achil. What! am I poor of late ? 'T is certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too : what the declin’d is, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer, And not a man, for being simply man, Hath any honour; but honour for those honours That are without him, as place, riches, favour, Prizes of accident as oft as merit: Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers, The love that lean’d on them, as slippery too, Doth one pluck down another, and together Die in the fall. But 't is not so with me : Fortune and I are friends: I do enjoy At ample point all that I did possess, Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out Something not worth in me such rich beholding As they have often given. Here is Ulysses :
I'll interrupt his reading.
Now, great Thetis' son !
(Looking up from his book." Achil. What are you reading ? Ulyss.
A strange fellow here Writes me, that man- 1-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. The beauty that is borne here, in the face, 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 : For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell’d, and is mirror'de there Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.
Ulyss. I do not strain at the position, It is familiar, but at the author's drift; Who in his circumstance expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, 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, rever
berates The voice again; or like a gate of steel, Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat. I was much wrapt in this ; And apprehended here immediately The unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there ! a very horse ; That has he knows not what. Nature ! what things
Most abject in regard, and dear in use :
i Not in f. e. 2 Endowed. 3 This and the previous line are not in the folio. 4 married : in f. e.