Ir that we women had men's privilege Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence; Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss: I am ashamed;-O heavens! what have I done?— For this time will I take my leave, my lord. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ? Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning,Cres. Pray you, content you. Tro. What offends you, lady? Cres. Sir, mine own company. Tro. You cannot shun Yourself. Cres. Let me go and try: I have a kind of self resides with you; 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 flames of love; Might be affronted with the match and weight How were I then uplifted! but, alas, I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth. Tro. O virtuous fight, When right with right wars who shall be most right! Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes, Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration,- As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre, Yet, after all comparisons of truth, As truth's authentic author to be cited, As true as Troilus shall crown up* the verse, Cres. Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, When waterdrops 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, Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said-as false 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, 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 brokers-between 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! SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. [Exeunt. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AJAX, Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, To give me now a little benefit, Out of those many register'd in promise, *Conclude it. Agam. What woulds't thou of us, Trojan ? make demand. In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, Agam. Let Diomedes bear him, ́ And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Ten 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, Which his own will shall have desire to drink; Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? Nest. Nothing, my lord. [Exeunt AGAMEMNON and NESTOR. Achil. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? * An instrument for tuning harps. [Exit MENELAUS. † Shyly. 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 used to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles; To come as humbly, as they used 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, Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out How now, Ulysses? Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son? Ulyss. A strange fellow here Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted,* Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. (That most pure spirit of sense), behold itself Till it hath travelled, and is married there It is familiar; but at the author's drift: * Excellently endowed. Who, in his circumstance,* expressly proves- (Though in and of him there be much consisting), 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! What things again most dear in the esteem, And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow, An act that very chance doth throw upon him, Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do! How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past: which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: Perséverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang In monumental mockery. Take the instant way Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, O'errun and trampled on: Then what they do in presen For time is like a fashionable host, * Detail of argument. † Ajax not hitherto appreciated. |