To give thee nightly visitation. O heavens!-be true again? I'll answer to my lust: And know you, lord, Tro. Come, to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed, They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of nature This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head. flowing, And swelling o'er with arts and exercise; How novelty may move, and parts with person, (Which I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,) Cres. O heavens! you love me not. nant: But I can tell, that in each grace of these Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk, Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. JEne. Dei. Let us make ready straight. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, That tempts most cunningly but be not tempted. Tro. No. But something may be done, that we will not: Come, kiss: and let us part. Tro. Who, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault: So please you, save the thanks this prince expects You shall be mistress, and command him wholly. I charge thee, use her well, even for my charge; Dio. : Lists set out. fair, Anticipating time with starting courage. Ajax. Thou blow'st for Hector. Ulyss. No trumpet answers. [Trumpet sounds. "Tis but early days. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daughter? He rises on the toe: that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth, Enter Diomed, with Cressida. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. 'Twere better she were kiss'd in general. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kissing once. scorns! For wnich we lose our heads, to gild his horns. Men. Ulyss. Cres. I do desire it. Why, beg then. Ulyss. Why then for Venus' sake, give me a kiss, When Helen is a maid again, and his. Cres. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Ulyss. Never's my day, and then a kiss of you. Dio. Lady, a word:-I'll bring you to your father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive' of her body. O, these encounters, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes, And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader! set them down For sluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. All. The Trojans' trumpet. Agam. [Trumpet within. Yonder comes the troop. Enter Hector armed; Æneas, Troilus, and other Trojans, with Attendants. Ene. Hail, all the state of Greece! what shall be done To him that victory commands? Or do you purpose, Pursue each other; or shall they be divided Agam. Which way would Hector have it? If not Achilles, sir, Achil this;- The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well, (1) Motion. (2) Breathing, exercise. (3) Stops. (4) No boaster. (5) Unsuitable to his character. (6) Yields, gives way. Re-enter Diomed. Stand by our Ajax: as you and lord Æneas Ulyss. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight; Agam. They are in action. Tro. Awake thee! Hector, thou sleep'st; Agam. His blows are well dispos'd :-there, Ajax! Dio. You must no more. [Trumpets cease. Æne. Princes, enough, so please you. Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. Dio. As Hector pleases. Hect. Were thy commixion Greek and Trojan so, Ajax. (7) Explain his character. (8) Bloody. Hect. Dio. 'Tis Agamemnon's wish: and great Achilles Doth long to see unarm'd the valiant Hector. Hect. Eneas, call my brother Troilus to me: To the expecters of our Trojan part; name; But for Achilles, my own searching eyes Agam. Worthy of arms! as welcome as to one That would be rid of such an enemy; But that's no welcome: Understand more clear, What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with husks, And formless ruin of oblivion; But in this extant moment, faith and troth, Men. Let me confirm my princely brother's greeting; You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither. Mock not, that I affect the untraded3 oath ; theme. Hect. O, pardon; I offend. Nest. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, Labouring for destiny, make cruel way Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have seen thee, As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed, Despising many forfeits and subduements, Nest. Ha! Hect. I know your favour, lord Ulysses, well. Ulyss. Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue: Ulyss. So to him we leave it. Most gentle, and most valiant Hector, welcome: After the general, I beseech you next To feast with me, and see me at my tent. Achil. I shall forestall thee, lord Ulysses, thou!Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee; I have with exact view perus'd thee, Hector, And quoted' joint by joint. Hect. Is this Achilles? Achil. I am Achilles. Hect. Hect. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er; But there's more in me than thou understand'st. Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye? Achil. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body Shall I destroy him; whether there, there, or there? man, To answer such a question: Stand again: When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i'the air, Where thou wilt hit me dead? Not letting it decline on the declin'd ;' Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life! And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath, Hect. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time: Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. Nest. I would, my arms could match thee in contention, As they contend with thee in courtesy. (1) Seldom. (2) Imperial. (3) Singular, not common. (4) Heretofore. (5) Fallen. (6) Laomedon. (7) Observed. Achil. I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well; Ajax. Do not chafe thee, cousin ;~ Achil. Hector? To-night, all friends. Hect. Thy hand upon that match. Agam. First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent; There in the full convive' we: afterwards, Ther. No? why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of sleive silk, thou green sarcenet flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies; diminutives of nature! Patr. Out, gall! Ther. Finch-egg! Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle." Here is a letter from queen Hecuba; A token from her daughter, my fair love; Tro. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so Away, Patroclus. After we part from Agamemnon's tent, You shall command me, sir. Tro. O, sir, to such as boasting show their scars, ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I-The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent. Enter Achilles and Patroclus. Achil. I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night, Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.- Enter Thersites. Achil Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy. Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound. Patr. Well said, Adversity !3 and what need these tricks? Ther. Pr'ythee be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet. Patr. Male varlet, you rogue! what's that? Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o'gravel i'the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, limekilns i'the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries! Patr. Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curse thus ? Ther. Do I curse thee? Patr. Why, no, you ruinous butt; you whoreson indistinguishable cur, no. (1) Feast. (2) Small drums. (3) Contrariety. (4) Coarse, unwrought. (5) Harlots. [Exeunt Achil. and Patr. Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain, these two may run mad; but if with too much brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of madmen. Here's Agamemnon,-an honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails; but he has not so much brain as ear-wax; And the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull,-the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg,-to what form, but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice forced' with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were nothing; he is both ass and ox: to an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not care: but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not so I were not Menelaus.-Hey day! spirits and Thersites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazar, fires! To Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company [Exeunt Achilles, Hector, Ajax, and Nestor. Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after.-Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets! [Exit. SCENE II.-The same. Before Calchas' tent. Enter Diomedes. Dio. What, are you up here, ho? speak. Dio. Diomed.-Calchas, I think.-Where's your daughter? Cal. [Within.] She comes to you. Enter Troilus and Ulysses, at a distance; after them Thersites. There is between my will and all offences, Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry! Dio. But will you then? Cres. In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. Dio. Give me some token for the surety of it. Cres. I'll fetch you one. Ulyss. You have sworn patience. Tro. [Exit. Fear me not, my lord; I will not be myself, nor have cognition" Of what I feel; I am all patience. Re-enter Cressida. Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now! My lord, Tro. I will be patient; outwardly I will. well. He loved me-O false wench!-Give't me again. Dio. Who was't? Cres. I I No matter, now I have't again. will not meet with you to-morrow night: pr'ythee, Diomed, visit me no more. What, this? Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whetstone. Dio. I shall have it. Cres. Dio. Ay, that. Cres. O, all you gods!-O pretty, pretty pledge! Thy master now lies thinking in his bed Of thee, and me; and sighs, and takes my glove, And gives memorial dainty kisses to it, As I kiss thce.-Nay, do not snatch it from me; He, that takes that, must take my heart withal. Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it. Tro. I did swear patience. Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; I'll give you something else. |