To be another's fool. I would be gone. Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.' Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak so wisely. Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love, And fell so roundly to a large confession, To angle for your thoughts; but you are wise, To feed for aye her lamp and flame of love; O, virtuous fight! Might be affronted with the match and weight As truth's authentic author to be cited, Cres. 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. 2 The poore husbandman perceiveth that the increase of the moone 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, When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, And mighty states characterless are grated From false to false among false maids in love, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son; Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, As false as Cressid. [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, amen. Tro. Amen. 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, Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this gear! [Exit.3 SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, 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 12 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 : Out of those many register'd in promise, demand. Make Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, Agam. Let Diomedes bear him, [Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS. Lay negligent and loose regard upon him. I will come last: 't is like, he 'll question me, If To use between your strangeness and his pride, Which his own will shall have desire to drink. VOL. VI.-6 A form of strangeness as we pass along: So do each lord; and either greet him not, 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? Achil. No. Nest. Nothing, my lord. Agam. The better. [Exeunt AGAMEMNON and NESTOR. Achil. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit MENELAUS. Achil. What! does the cuckold scorn me? Ajax. How now, Patroclus! Achil. Good morrow, Ajax. Ajax. Ha? Achil. Good morrow. Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. Achil. What mean these fellows? 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? 'T is 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 I'll interrupt his reading.— Now, great Thetis' son! Achil. What are you reading? Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. Till it hath travell'd, and is mirror'd* there It is familiar, but at the author's drift; 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 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 there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use: 1 Not in f. e. 2 Endowed. 3 This and the previous line are not in the folio. 4 married in f. e. |