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Achil. How can that be?
Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride and a stand; ruminates like an hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say 'There were wit in this head, an 'twould out'; and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he'll break 't himself in vain-glory. He knows not me: I said 'Good morrow, Ajax'; and he replies Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man that takes me for the general? He's grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.
Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.
Ther. Who, I? why, he 'll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in 's arms. I will put on his presence: let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.
Achil. To him, Patroclus: tell him I humbly desire the valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe-conduct for his person of the magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seventimes-honoured captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, et cætera. Do this.
Patr. Jove bless great Ajax!
Patr. Ay, my lord.
Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces.
Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles,-
Patr. Who most humbly desires you to invite
Dio. We sympathize. Jove, let Æneas live,
Patr. And to procure safe-conduct from Aga- But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,
With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow!
Dio. We do; and long to know each other
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, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on.
Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. 311
Ther. Let me bear another to his horse, for that's the more capable creature.
Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'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! had rather be a tick in a sheep than such a valiant ignorance.
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen most,
He merits well to have her that doth seek her,
Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch a poor
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
Par. You are too bitter to your country woman.
For every false drop in her bawdy veins
A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
She hath not given so many good words breath
Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
SCENE II.-The Same. Court of PANDARUS'S
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.
Trouble him not;
Night hath been too brief. 11 Tro. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays
As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
You men will never tarry.
Pan. Within. What! 's all the doors open
Tro. It is your uncle.
Cres. A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking:
I shall have such a life!
Pan. How now, how now! how go maidenheads?
Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
You bring me to do-and then you flout me too.
Pan. To do what to do what? let her say what what have I brought you to do?
Cres. Come, come; beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good, Nor suffer others.
It doth import him much to speak with me.
Pan. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll be sworn for my own part, I came in late. What should he do here?
Ene. Who! nay, then: come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you're 'ware. You'll be so true to him, to be false to him. Do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither; go. Re-enter TROILUS.
Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got but lost?
The devil take Antenor! the young prince will SCENE IV.-The Same. A Room in PANDARUS'S go mad. A plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke's neck!
Cres. How now! what's the matter? Who was here?
Pan. Ah! ah!
Cres. Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone! Tell me, sweet uncle, what's
Pan. Would I were as deep under the earth
as I am above!
Cres. O the gods! what's the matter? Pan. Prithee, get thee in. Would thou hadst ne'er been born! I knew thou would'st be his death. O poor gentleman! A plague upon Antenor!
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 be gone 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;
Time, force, and
If ever she leave Troilus!
Do to this body what extremes you can;
Cres. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks,
Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my
With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy.
The Same. Before PANDARUS'S
Enter PARIS, TROILUS, ENEAS, DEIPHOBUS,
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek
Par. I know what 'tis to love;
Par. It is great morning, and the hour pre- With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to fix'd
Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA.
As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?
No more my grief, in such a precious loss.
Pan. Here, here, here he comes.
where he answers again,
Cres. O Troilus! Troilus!
Why sigh'st thou without breaking?
Because thou canst not ease thy smart
There was never a truer rime. 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, More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me. Cres. Have the gods envy?
Pan. Ay, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case.
Cres. A woeful Cressid 'mongst the merry | At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand, Greeks!
When shall we see again?
And by the way possess thee what she is. Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek, Tro. Hear me, my love. Be thou but true of If e'er thou stand at mercy of my sword, heart,Name Cressid, and thy life shall be as safe Cres. I true! how now! what wicked deem is As Priam is in Ilion. this?
I speak not be thou true,' as fearing thee,
Fair Lady Cressid,
Tro. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, So please you, save the thanks this prince expects: For it is parting from us: The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed You shall be mistress, and command him wholly. Tro. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously, To shame the seal of my petition to thee In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece, She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises
That there's no maculation in thy heart;
But be thou true,' say I, to fashion in
Cres. O you shall be expos'd, my lord, to As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant. dangers
But yet, be true.
I charge thee use her well, even for my charge;
O heavens! 'be true' again! I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth
She shall be priz'd; but that you say 'be't so,"
Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,
O heavens! you love me not.
Tro. Come, to the port. I'll tell thee, Diomed,
How have we spent this morning!
SCENE V.-The Grecian Camp. Lists set out. Enter AJAX, armed; AGAMEMNON, ACHILLES, 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.
Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood;
Thou blow'st for Hector.
Ulyss. No trumpet answers.
Ulyss. It were no match, your nail against his horn.
May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?
I do desire it.
Cres. You may.
All. The Trojans' trumpet.
Yonder comes the troop.
Enter HECTOR, armed; ENEAS, TROILUS, and other Trojans, with Attendants.
Ene. Hail. all you state of Greece! what shall be done
Agam. Here is Sir Diomed. Go, gentle knight, Stand by our Ajax: as you and Lord Æneas Consent upon the order of their fight, So be it; either to the uttermost, 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 heavy?
Ulyss. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;
Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word,
His heart and hand both open and both free; 100
Dio. You must no more.
Trumpets cease. Princes, enough, so please you, Ajax. I am not warm yet; let us fight again. Dio. As Hector pleases. Hect.
Why, then will I no more.