Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain bave armHelen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweeted to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. lord,

Beten. Let thy song be love: this love will From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,

Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but straight.

I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.

Re-enter PANDARUS.

Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight; you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :-she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Erit PANDARUS. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my

bosom:

My heart beats thicker than a fevorous pulse;
And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring
The eye of majesty.

Tro. Are there such? such are not we: Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert, before his birth; and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair truth: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord?

Re-enter PANDARUS.

Pan. What, blushing stil!? have you not done talking yet?

Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

Pan. I thank you for that: if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord: if he flinch, chide me for it.

Tro. You know now your hostages: your uncle's word, and my firm faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too;

Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.-Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me. -What are you gone again? you must be watch-our kindred, though they be long ere they are ed ere you be made tame, must you? Come your wooed, they are constant, being won: they are ways, come your ways: an you draw backward, burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are we'll put you i'the fills. -Why do you not speak thrown. to her -Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your_picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress.+ How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as

the tercel, for all the ducks i'the river go to,

go to.

Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings
me heart:

Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day
For many weary months.

Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to
win?

Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my with the first glance that ever—Pardon me ; lord, Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but!I love you now; but not, till now, so much she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call But I might master it :-in faith, I lie; your activity in question. What, billing again? My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown Here's-In witness whereof the parties inter-Too headstrong for their mother: See, we changeably-Come in come in ; I'll go get a fire. Exit PANDARUS. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus ? Cres. Wished my lord ?--The gods grant!-0 my lord!

Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?

Cres. More dregs than water if my fears have

Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither?

Tro. Nothing but our undertakings; when we Vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; that the desire is bound. less, and the act a slave to limit.

Cres. They, say, all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of rares, are they not

monsters?

I. e. In the shafts. + An allusion to bowling; what is now called the jack was formerly termed the mistress. 1 The tercel is the male and the falcon the female hawk.

fools!

Why have I blabb'd ? who shall be true to us,
When we are so unsecret to ourselves ?
But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not;
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man ;
Or that we women had men's privelege
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue;
For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent. See, see, your si-
lence,

Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel: Stop my mouth.

Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues
thence.

Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me ;
Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:
I am asham'd ;-O heavens ! what have I done 1-
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:

have a kind of self resides with you; But an unkind self, that itself will leave, 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, 1 show more craft
than love;

And fell so roundly to a large confession,
To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise;
Or else you love not; For to be wise, and love,
Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods
above.

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Tre. Oh! that I thought it could be in a As new into the world, strange, unacquainted :

To send their smiles before them to Achilles ;
To come as humby, as they us'd to creep
To holy altars:

Achil. What, am I poor of late?

'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune,

flies,

[mer;
Show not their mealy wings, but to the sum-
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 :

Achil. I do believe it; for they pass'd by me,
As misers do by beggars: neither gave to me
Good word nor look: What, are my deeds forgot?
Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

A great-sized monster of ingratitudes;
Those scraps are good deeds past: which are
devour'd

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 butter-As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done: Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way:
For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep the the path;
For emulation hath a thousand sons,
That one by one pursue: If you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost ;-

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 out

Something not worth in me 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,-
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 married 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 con-
sisting,)

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 rapt in
And apprehended here immediately

The unknown Ajax.

[this;

Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse;
That has he knows not what. Nature, what

Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
O'er-run and trampled on: Then what they do
in present,

Though less than your's in past, must o'ertop
[your's:
For time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the

For beauty, wit,

High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all

To envious and calumniating time.

One touch of nature makes the whole world
kin,-
[gawds,
That all, with one consent, praise new-born
Though they are made and moulded of things
past;

And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
More land than gilt o'er-dusted.
The present eye praises the present object :
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ;
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
And still it might; and yet it may again,
If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive,
And case thy reputation in thy tent;
Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Made emulous missions + 'mongst the gods them-
And drave great Mars to faction.
Achil. Of this my privacy

I have strong reasons.

Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy

[selves,

The reasons are more potent and heroical:
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters. ‡

Achil. Ha! known?

Ulyss. Is that a wonder?

The providence that's in a watchful state,
Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold;
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps;
Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the

gods,

Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
There is a mystery (with whom relation
Durst never meddle) in the soul of state,
Which hath an operation more divine,
Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to:
All the commerce that you have had with Troy,
As perfectly is our's, as your's my lord;
And better would it fit Achilles much,
To throw down Hector, than Polyxena:
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When fame shall in our islands sound her

trump,

And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,—

New fashioned toys. Causing the gods themselves to eulist among the combatants. * Polyxena.