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, Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan make demand.
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd An
Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore,) Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still deny'd: But this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, That their negociations all must slack, Wanting his manage and they will almost Give us a Prince of blood, a son of Priam,
In change of him: let him be sent, great Princes, And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence Shall quite strike off all service I have done, In most accepted pain.
Agam. Let Diomed bear him,
And bring us Cressid hither; Calches shall have What he requests of us. Good Diomed, Furnish you fairly for this interchange:
Withal, bring word if Hector will to-morrow Be answer'd in this challenge; Ajax is ready.
Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden Which I am proud to bear.
Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS.
Please it our general to pass strangely by him, A As if he were forgot; and, Princes all, 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: If so, I have derision med'cinable,
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 protid man's fees. Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on A form of strangeness as we pass along; So do each lord; and either greet him not, Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him mere Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way,enV?
Achil. What, comes the general to speak with
You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.
Agam. What says Achilles? would he augut with us?
Nest. Would you, my Lord, aught with the general?
Nest. Nothing, my Lord.
Agam. The better.
[Exeunt AGAMEMNON and NESTOR,
Achil. Good day, good day.
Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me
Ajax. How now, Patroclus?
Achil. Good morrow, Ajax.
Achil. Good morrow.
Ajax. Ay, and good next day too.
Achil. What mean these fellows? know they
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
Achil. What, am I poor of late?
'Tis certain, Greatness, once fallen out with for
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, Y 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, Do one pluck down another, and together. Die in the fall. But 'tis 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
Something not worth in mne such rich beholding As they have often given. Here is Ulysses; I'll interrupt his reading.
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, d 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 forin. For Speculation turns not to itself,
Till it hath travell'd, and is marry'd 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: T Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves That no man is the lord of any thing,
(Though inmunicate his parts to others: in and of him there be much consistiug,)
Till Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applhuse i z Where they are extended; which, like an archA reverberates protagoni
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Aud poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow, An act that very chance doth throw upon him, 12 (3) Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do, While some men leave to do! model. Aga T How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
play the idiots in her eyes! unit 167 into another's pride, le 16T While pride is fasting in his wantonness!ow huÀ To see these Grecian lords! why, even already They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;ai buh As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast, And great Troy shrinking.
Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, 'A As misers do by beggars; neither gave to me dati Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds Chak A forgot? by anima
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