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When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy,
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 call'd 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.
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-ty'd maidens here,
The Grecian Camp.
Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NES
TOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have don
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’a 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 To give me now a little benefit, Out of those many register'd in promise, Which, you say, live to come in
behalf. Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan ? make
demand. Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, 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,
Let Diomed bear him,
Dio. This shall I undertake ; and 'tis a burden
[E.reunt Diomedes and Calchas. Enter Achilles and PATROCLUS, before their Tent.
Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his tent:-
It may do good : pride hath no other glass
Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
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 aught with
Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general ? Achil.
No. Nest. Nothing, my lord. Agam.
[Ereunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Achil.
Good day, good day. Men. How do you ? how do you?
[Erit Menelaus. Achil.
What, does the cuckold scorn me? Ajar. How now, Patroclus ? Achil.
Good morrow, Ajax. Ajar.
Ha? Achil. Good morrow. Ajax.
Ay, and good next day too.
[Exit Ajar. Achil. What mean these fellows? know they not