Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor,- He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;- Ajax. Shall I call you father? Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Keeps thicket. Please it our great general And here's a lord,-come knights from east to west, And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. [Exeunt. ACT III. Nest. How he describes [Aside. [Aside. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient. [Aside. Ajax. An all men Were o' my mind, Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. Ajar. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it ? Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. Ulyss. He'd have ten shares. [Aside. Aside. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make hiin supple t Nest. He's not yet thorough warm: force him with praises : Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike. [To AGAMEMNON. Nest. O noble general, do not do so. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Here is a man-But 'tis before his face; I will be silent. Nest. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous as Achilles is. Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter¶thus with us! I would he were a Trojan! Nest. What a vice SCENE I.-Troy.-A Room in PRIAM's Enter PANDARUS and a SERVANT. Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris? Serv. Ay, Sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Serv. 'Faith, Sir, superficially. Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour bet ter. Pan. I do desire it. Serv. You are in the state of grace. [Music within. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles :-What music is this f Serv. I do but partly know, Sir; it is music in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians ? Pan. Who play they to? Serv. To the hearers, Sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Serv. At mine, Sir, and their's that love music. Pan. Command, I mean, friend. Serv. Who shall I command, Sir? Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these men play? Serv. That's to't, indeed, Sir: Marry, Sir at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him, the mortal Venus, the heartblood of beauty, love's invisible soul, Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? Serv. No, Sir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes ? Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thon bast not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seeths. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, indeed! Enter PARIS and HELEN, attended. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, • Boils. My lord, will you vonchsafe me a word? Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out; we'll hear you sing, certainly. Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But (marry) thus, my lord,-My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus The shaft confounds, But tickles still the sore. These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! Yet that which seems the wound to kill, Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he! So dying love lives still: Oh oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! Oh oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! Hey ho! Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vi pers: Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day? 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, Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends himself most affectionately to you. Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody: If you do, our melancholy upon your bead! Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i'faith. Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a Soar offence. Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.-And, my lord, he demres you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you will inake his excuse. Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pan. What says my sweet queen,-my very very sweet queen? Per. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night? Helen. Nay, but my lord,— Pen. What says my sweet queen ?-My cousin will fall out with you. You must not know where be sups. Pur. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cres Pas. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Par. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say -Cresida ? no, your poor disposer's sick. Par. 1 spy. Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, I've me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done. Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen. Heirs. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not kord Paris. Par. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain. Hren. Falling in, after falling out, may make drm three. Pas. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; ng you a song now. Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, set kurd, thou hast a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. How chance my brother Troilus went not? Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen,-I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse? Tro. Sirrah, walk off. [Exit. SERVAN. Pan. Have you seen my cousin? Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Staying for waftage. Oh be thou my Charon, And give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the lily beds, Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, Beten. Let thy song be love: this love will From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, do us all. O Capid, Cupid, Cupid! Pen. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. And fly with me to Cressid ! Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but straight. love. Pan. Walk here i'the orchard; I'll bring her [Exit PANDARUS. Tro. I am giddy expectation whirls me The imaginary relish is so sweet [round. That it enchants my sense: What will it be, When that the watery palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers: I fear it much; and I do fear besides, 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; 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 Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to 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, Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues Pan. Pretty, i'faith. Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me ; Pan. Leave? an you take leave till to-morrow morning, Cres. Pray you, content you. 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 And fell so roundly to a large confession, • Titles. 1 Tre. Oh! that I thought it could be in a As new into the world, strange, unacquainted : woman, (As, if it can, I will presume in you,) To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth. When right with right wars who shall be most right! True swains in love, shall in the world to come, Approve their truths by Troilus: when their hymes, Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, t As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,- 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 As arr, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Pen. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I 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 the all-Pandars: let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen. Tra. Amen. Cres. Amen. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber and a bed; which bed, because it shall best speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death away. And Cupid grant áil tongue-tied maidens here, Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer! [Exeunt. I do beseech you, as in way of taste, Out of those many register'd in promise, Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd An tenor, 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 denied: But this An tenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs sence Shall quite strike off all service I have done, Agam. Let Diomedes hear him, And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have [Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS. Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent. Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his tent: by him, Please it our general to pass strangely If so, I have derision med'cinable, put on A form of strangeness as we pass along ;-- more 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 ought 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? [Frit MENELAUS. Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me ? 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 us'd to bend, • An instrument for tuning harps, &c. ↑ Shyly. To send their smiles before them to Achilles ; Achil. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, flies, [mer; Achil. I do believe it; for they pass'd by me, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes; Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, Something not worth in me such rich beholding How now, Ulysses? Ulyss. Now great Thetis' son? Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. Till it hath travell'd, and is married there at all. Ulyss. I do not strain at the position; Till he communicate his parts to others: The voice again or like a gate of steel The unknown Ajax. [this; Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Though less than your's in past, must o'ertop For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world And give to dust, that is a little gilt, I have strong reasons. Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy [selves, The reasons are more potent and heroical: Achil. Ha! known? Ulyss. Is that a wonder? The providence that's in a watchful state, gods, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. trump, And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,— New fashioned toys. Causing the gods themselves to eulist among the combatants. * Polyxena. |