Great Hector's sister did Achilles win; Stall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector? Patr. Ay, and, perhaps, receive much honour by him. Achil. I see my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gor'd. Patr. Oh! then beware; [selves : Ther. Ha! Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to invite Hector to his tent !-Ther. Humph! Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agamemnon? Ther. Agamemnon ? Patr. What say you to't? Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me. Patr. Your answer, Sir. Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unles the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. These wounds heal ill, that men do give them-cattings on. Patro Achil. How can that be? Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like au hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a postic regard, as who should say-there were wit in this bead, an 'twould out; and so there is ; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which wal not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not bus neck 'the combat, he'll break it himself in Lory. He knows not me: I said, Good. morrow, Ajax ; and he replies, Thanks, AgamemWhat think you of this man, that takes for the general? He is grown a very landfish. languageless, a monster. A plague of eping a man may wear it on both sides, like s eller jerkin. Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Derutes. Ther. Who, 1? why, he'll answer nobody; be professes not answering; speaking is for Beggars; be wears his tongue in his arms. I pat on his presence; let Patroclus make Grands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more capable + creature. Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountainstirr❜d; And I myself see not the bottom of it. [Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I.-Troy.-A Street. Enter, at one side, ENEAS and SERVANT, with a torch; at the other, PARIS, DEIPHOBUS, ANTENOR, DIOMEDES, and others, with torches. Par. See, ho! who's that there? Ene. Is the prince there in person 1- Should rob my bed-mate of my company. Æneas. Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand : Witness the process of your speech, wherein You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, Did haunt you in the field. Ene. Health to you, valiant Sir, During all question of the gentle truce: But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance As heart can think, or courage execute. Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health: But when contention and occasion meet, Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly With his face backward.-In humane gentle ness, Dio. We sympathize :-Jove, let Æneas live, Dio. Both alike: He merits well to have her, that doth seek her man. Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me, Paris, For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight, A Trojan hath been slain; since she could speak, She hath not given so many good words breath, SCENE II.-The same.-Court before the Enter TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself the morn is cold. Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down; He shall unbolt the gates. Tro. Trouble him not; To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, Cres. Good morrow then. Tro. 'Pr'ythee now, to bed. Cres. Are you aweary of me? Tro. O Cressida ! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald⚫ crows, • Lewd, noisy. Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I thing of no such thing.[Knocking. How earnestly they knock !-pray you, come in; I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt TROILUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there ? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter? Enter ENEAS. By my Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Æneas? troth, I knew you not: what news with you so early? Ene. Is not prince Troilus here ? Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak with me. Pan. Is be here, say you? 'tis more than I know. I'll be sworn-For my own part, I came in What should be do here? [late: Ene. Who -nay, then :Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: You'll be so true to him, to be false to him: As PANDARUS is going out, enter TROILUS. My matter is so rash: There is at hand Cres. Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, I beseech you, what's the matter? Pan. Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father, and begone from Troilus; twill be his death; 'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. Cres. O you immortal gods !—I will not go. Cres. I will not, uncle: I have forgot my I know no touch of consanguinity; No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me, If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death, Drawing all things to it.-P'll go in, Pan. Do, do, and Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks, Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my SCENE IV.-The same.-A Room in PANDA- Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Be moderate, be moderate. As that which causeth it: How can I moderate Pan. Here, here, here he comes.-Ah! sweet ducks! Cres. O Troilus! Troilus ! [Embracing him. Pan. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too: O heart,-as the goodly saying is, O heart, O heavy heart, Why sigh'st thou without breaking? where he answers again, Because thou canst not euse thy smart, By friendship, nor by speaking. There never was a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse; we see it, we see it.-How now, lambs ? Tro. Cressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity, That the bless'd gods-as angry with my fancy, me. Cres. Have the gods envy ? Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case. Tro. A hateful truth. Cres. What, and from Troilus too? Tro. And suddenly; where injury of chance Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows Even in the birth of our own labouring breath: We two, that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves With the rude brevity and discharge of one. Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, Crams his rich thievery up, be knows not how : As many farewells as be stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to He fumbles up into a loose adieu; [them, SCENE III.-The same.-Before PANDARUS' Distasted with the salt of broken + tears. And scants us with a single famish'd kiss, beart With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy. [Exeunt. House. Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS, Ene. [Within.] My lord! is the lady ready? Cries, Come! to him that instantly must die. Par. It is great morning; and the hour pre- Bid them have patience; she shall come anon. For I will throw my glove to death himself, Cres. Oh! you shall be expos'd, my lord, As infinite as imminent! but, I'll be true. Tro. And I'll grow friend with danger. this sleeve. Wear Cres. And you this glove. When shall I see you? Tro. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels, To give thee nightly visitation. But yet, be true. Cres. O heavens !-be true again? Tro. Hear why I speak it, love: The Grecian youths are full of quality; Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard, Dio. Oh! be not mov'd, prince Troilus : to I'll answer to my lust: And know you, lord, They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of na- The prince must think me tardy and remiss, ture flowing, But something may be done, that we will not: Ene. [Within.] Nay, good my lord,- Tro. Who, alas, it is my vice, my fault: crowns, With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. Welcome, Sir Diomed! here is the lady, The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, To shame the zeal of my petition to thee, I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge; • Spot. + Following. t Highly accomplished. That swore to ride before him to the field. Enter AJAX, armed; AGAMEMNON, ACHILI ES, PATROCLUS, MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, and others. Agam. Here art thou in appointment + fresh Anticipating time with starting courage. Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse. Thou blow'st for Hector. [Trumpet sounds. Ulyss. No trumpet answers. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas daughter? Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kissing once. Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our For which we lose our heads to gild his horns. Men. Oh! this is trim ! Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. Men. I'll have my kiss, Sir :-Lady, by your leave. Cres. In kissing do you render or receive? Cres. I'll make my match to live, The kiss you take is better than you give: Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three Cres. You're an odd man; give even or give none. Men. An odd man, lady? every man is odd. That you are odd, and he is even with you, Cres. No, I'll be sworn. 'tis Ulyss. It were no match, you nail against his horn. May 1, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you? Cres. You may. Ulyss. I do desire it. Cres. Why, beg then. Or else a breath; the combatants being kin, Half stints + their strife before their strokes begin. [AJAX and HECTOR enter the lists. Ulyss. They are oppos'd already. Agam. What Trojan is that same that looks so beavy ? Ulyss. the youngest son of Priam, a true Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word; His heart and hand both open, and both free ; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, Ulyss. Why then, for Venus' sake, give me Is more vindicative than jealous love: a kiss, When Helen is a maid again, and his. you. Dio. Lady, a word;-I'll bring you to your And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within. be done Enter HECTOR, armed; ENEAS, TROILUS, Agam. Which way would Hector have it ? done. What is your name? Ack. If not Achilles, nothing. They call him Troilus; and on him erect Agam. They are in action. Nest. Now, Ajax, hold thine own! Awake thee! Agam. His blows are well dispos'd:-there, Dio. You must no more. [Trumpets cease. Hect. Why then will I no more:- Runs on the dexter + cheek, and this sinistertt member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Ajax. I thank thee, Hector: Thou art too gentle, and too free a man ; e. Therefore Achilles: But, whate'er, I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence A great addition §§ earned in thy death. Cries, This is he,) could promise to himself [sides, Hect. We'll answer it : Doth long to see unarm'd the valiant Hector. • Or else merely for exercise. |