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but, by my head, 'tis pride. But why, why? let him chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the

U? show us a cause. — - A word, my lord? deed, devours the deed in the praise.

Aja (Takes Againemnon aside. Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engend

Nc Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? ering of toads. Ulys. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Nest. And yet he loves himself. Is it not strange? Nest. Who? Thersites?

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U'! Ulys. He.

Re-enter ULYSSES,
Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost
Ulys. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow.

Ne his argument. Again. What's his excuse?

Die Ulys. No; you see, he is his argument, that has Ulys. He doth rely on none;

UT his argument; Achilles. Nest. All the better; their fraction is more our But carries on the stream of his dispose,

Here Without observance or respect of any, wish, than their faction: but it was a strong compo- in will peculiar and in self-admission.

I wi sure, a fool could disunite,

NEE Ulys. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly may Untent his person, and share the air with us? Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request,

He easily untie. Here comes Patroclus.

17 Re-enter PATROCLUS. Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's sake

4 Nest. No Achilles with him.

only,

1 Ulys. The elephant hath joints, but none for cour- He makes important. Possess'd he is with greatness;

NE tesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure. And speaks not to himself, but with a pride

We Patr. Achilles bids me say - he is much sorry, That quarrels at self-breath: imagin’d worth

U If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse,

D Did move your greatness, and this noble state,

That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts, To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other,

Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, But, for your health and your digestion sake,

And batters down himself. What should I say? An after-dinner's breath.

He is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it
Agam. Hear you, Patroclus !

Cry: No recovery.
We are too well acquainted with these answers : Agam, Let Ajax go to him..

1 But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent:

T. Cannot outfly our apprehensions. 'Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led,

Bu Much attribute he hath; and much the reason At your request, a little from himself.

LWhy we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues, - Ulys. O Agamemnou, let it not be so!

AD Not virtuously on his own part beheld, We'll consecrate the steps, that Ajax makes

Bo Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud lord, To Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,

That bastes his arrogance with his own seam;
Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him,
And never suffers matter of the world

TI We come to speak with him: and you shall not sin, Enter his thoughts, - save such as do revolve

11 If you do say -- we think him over-proud,

And ruminate himself, – shall be be worshipp'd Не
And under-honest; in self-assumption greater,
Of that we hold an idol more than he?

BE
Thaniu the note of judgment; and worthier than him-No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord
self
Must not so stale his palın, nobly acquir'd;

1 Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on;

Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
Disguise the holy strength of their command, As amply titled as Achilles is,
And underwrite in an observing kind

By going to Achilles:
His humorous predominance; yea, watch

That were to enlard his fat-already pride;
His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns
The passage and whole carriage of this action With entertaining great Hyperion.
Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add, This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid;
That, if he overhold-his price so much,

And say in thunder. Achilles, go to him!
We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine

Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. [-Aside.
Not portable, lie under this report -

Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause!
Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give

Ajax. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pask him
Before a sleeping giant. — Tell him so!

Over the face.
Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently. (Exit. Agam. O, no, you shall not go.
Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, Ajax. ‘An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride :
We come to speak with him. - Ulysses, enter! Let me go to him!

(Exit Ulysses. Ulys. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quara Ajax. What is he more than another?

rel.
Agam. No more than what he thinks he is.

Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow, -
Ajax. Is he so much? Do you not think, he Nest. How he describes
thinks hiniself a better man than I am?

Himself!,
Agam. No question.

Ajax, Can he not be sociable ?
Ajar. Will you subscribe his thought, and say-- Ulys. The raven
he is.

Chides blackness.
Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as va- Ajax. I will let his humours blood.
liant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the pas
altogether more tractable.

tient.
Ajux. Why should a man be proud ? How doth Ajax. An all men
pride grow? I know not what pride is.

Were o' my mind,
Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your Ulys. Wit would be out of fashion.
virtues the fairer. He, that is proud, eats up him- Ajax. He should not bear it so,
self: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own He should eat swords first. Shall prido carry

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Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [Aside. Serv. You are in a state of grace. [Music within.
Ulys. He'd have ten shares.

[ Aside. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship
Ajax. I'll knead him, I'll make him supple: are my titles ! - What music is this?
Nest. He's not yet through warm : force him with Serv. I do bnt partly know, sir; it is music in parts.
praises :

Pan. Kuow you the musicians?,
Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Serv. Wholly, sir.
Ulys. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike. Pan. Who play they to?

(To Agamemnon. Serv. To the hearers, sir.
Nest. O noble general, do not do so!

Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?
Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.
Ulys. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Pan. Command, I mean, friend !
Here is a man-But 'tis before his face;

Serv. Who shall I command, sir?
I will be silent.

Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am
Nest. Wherefore should you so ?

too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whosereHe is not emulous, as Achilles is.

quest do these men play?
Ulys. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir! Marry, sir, at the re-
Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with us ! quest of Paris my lord, who is there in person ; with
I would, he were a Trojan!

him, the mortal Venus, the heartblood of beauty, Nest. What a vice

love's invisible soul,
Were it in Ajax now-

Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ?
Ulys. If he were proud ?

Serv. No, sir, Helen. Could you not find out that
Dio. Or covetous of praise?

by her attributes? Ulys. Ay, or surly borne ?

Pan, I should

seem,

fellow, that thou hast not seen Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ?

the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from Ulys. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet the prince Troilus ; I will make a complimental ascomposure;

sault upon him, for my business seeths.
Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck: Serv.Sodden business!there's a stewed phrase,indeed!
Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature

Enter Paris and Helen,attended.
Thrice-fam'd, beyond all erudition:

Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair
But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight,

company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide Let Mars divide eternity in twain,

them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts And give him half: and, for thy vigour,

be your fair pillow!
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom, Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen!
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines Fair prince, here is good broken music!
Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor,- Par. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life,
Instructed by the antiquary times,

you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;

out with a piece of your performance. -Nell, he is But pardon, father Nestor, were your days

full of harmony.
As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd, Pan. Truly, lady, no,
You should not have the eminence of him,

Helen. O, sir,
But be as Ajax.

Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude!
Ajax. Shall I call

you
father?

Pur. Well said, my lord ! well, you say so in fits.
Nest. Ay, my good son!

Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen !- My
Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax!

lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?
Ulys. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'li hear
Keeps thicket. Please it our great general you sing, certainly!
To call together all his state of war;

Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me.-
Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow, But (marry) thus, my lord, — My dear lord, and most
We must with all our main of power stand fast: esteemed friend, your brother Troilus-
And here's a lord, come knights from east to west, Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord, -
And call their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to !- commends him-
Agam. Go we to council! Let Achilles sleep : self most affectionately to you.
Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody.
deep.

[Exeunt. If you do, our melancholy upon your head !

Pun. Sweet queen,sweet queen; that's a sweet queen,

i'faith! А с т III.

Helen.And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offence. SCENE J. Troy. A room in Priau's palace. Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall Enter PANDARUS and a Servant.

it not, in truth, la! Nay, I care not for such words; Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word! Do not you no, no !- And, my lord, he desires you, that, if the follow the young lord Paris?

king call for him at supper, you will make his excuse. Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes

before me.

Helen. My lord Pandarus, ---
Pan. You do depend upon him, I

?

'Pan. What says my swect queen?—my very very Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

sweet queen?
Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; 1 Par.What exploit's in hand? where snps he to-night?
niust needs praise him.

Helen. Nay, but my lord, -
Serv. The lord be praised !

Pan. What says my sweet queen ?- My cousin will
Pan. Yon know me, do you not?

fall out with you. You must not know where he slips. Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pan. Friend,know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, Serv. I hope I shall know your honour better.

your disposer is sick. Pan. I do desire it.

Par. Well, I'll make excuse.

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Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say Cres- SCENE II. The same. Pandarus' orchard.

T sida? no, your poor disposer's sick.

Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting.
Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my cousin

C Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me Cressida’s?

foc an instrument!--Now, sweet queen!

Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him Helen. Why, this is kindly done. thither.

T Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you

Enter Troilus. have, sweet queen!

pic Pan. O, here he comes! How now, how now? Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my Tro. Sirrah, walk off!

[Exit Servant.

T lord Paris.

Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?
Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are Tro. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door,

thi twain. Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks,

siti Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, three.

And give me swift transportance to those fields,
Pun. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll Where I may wallow in the lily beds
sing you a song now.
Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,

C Helen. Ay, ay, prythee now! By my troth, sweet From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,

the lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

And fly with me to Cressid ! Pan. Ay, you may, you may!

Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her straight. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo

(Exit Pandarus. us all: 0, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith!

The imaginary relish is so sweet,
Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love! That it enchants my sense. What will it be,
Pan. In good troth, it begins so:

When that the wat’ry palate tastes indeed
Love, love, nothing but love, still more!

Love's thrice-reputed nectar ? Death, I fear me ;
For, oh, love's bow

Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine,
Shoots buck and doe:

Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness,
The shaft confounds,

For the capacity of my ruder powers :
Not that it wounds,

I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
But tickles still the sore.

That I shall lose distinction in my joys;

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
These lovers cry - Oh! oh! they die! The enemy flying.
Yet that, which seems the wound to kill,

Re-enter PANDARUS.
Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!

Pan: She's making her ready, she'll come straight:
So dying love lives still:

you must be witty now. She does so blush, and Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!

fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest vilHey ho !

lain : -she fetches her breath as short, as a new-ta’en Tselen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. sparrow, Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace

bosom: hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and My heart beats thicker, than a feverous pulse; hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. And all my powers do their bestowing lose,

Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring
thoughts, and hot deeds? - Why, they are vipers: The eye of majesty:
is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet lord, who's a-

Enter Pandarus and Cressida. field to-day?

Pan. Come, come, what need you blush ? shame's a Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all baby. - Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her

, the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-that you have sworn to me. - What, are you gove day, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, my brother Troilus went not?

must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you İlelen. He hangs the lip at something ; - you know draw backward, we'll put you i'the fills. Why do you all, Jord Pandarus.

not speak to her? - Come, draw this curtain, and let's Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen! - I long to hear see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to ofhow they sped to-day – You'll remember your bro- fend day-light! au'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, ther's excuse?

so; rub on,

and kiss the mistress. How now, a kiss in Par. To a hair,

fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet Pan. Farewell, sweet queen!

Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you, Helen. Commend me to your niece.

The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'the Pan. I will, sweet queen!

[Exit. river: go to, go to!

(A retreat sounded. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady! Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: bot hall,

she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your
To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you, activity in question. What, billing again? Here's
To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, In witness whereof the parties interchangeably
With these your white enchanting fingers touch’d, Come in, come in ! I'll go get a fire. [Exit Pandarus.
Shall more obey than to the edge of steel,

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more, Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me
Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector. Cres. Wished, my lord ? — The gods grant! -0
Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris: my lord!
Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,

Tro. What should they grant? what makes this
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have ;

pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies mi Yra, overshines ourself.

sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt. Cres. More dregs thau water, if my fears have eyes!

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Tro. Fears make devils cherubims; they never see Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?
truly.

Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morn-
Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer ing!-
footing, than blind reason stumbling without fear: Cres. Pray you, content you !
to fear the worst, oft cures the worst.

Tro. What offends you, lady?
Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear; in all Cu- Cres. Sir, mine own company.
pid's pageant there is presented no monster. Tro. You cannot shun
Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?

Yourself.
Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings ; when we vow Cres. Let me go and try:
to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; I have a kind of self resides with you ;
thinking it harder for our mistress to devise impo- But an unkind self, that itself will leave,
sition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty To be another's fool. I would be gone;
imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
that the will is infinite, and the execution confined ; Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak
that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit. so wisely.
Cres. They say, alllovers swear more performance, Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than
than they are able, and yet reserve an ability, that love :
they never perform;. vowing more, than the per- And fell so roundly to a large confession,
fection of ten, and discharging less, than the tenth To angle for your thoughts. But you are wise;
part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and or else you love not; for to be wise, and love,
the act of hares, are they not monsters?

Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.
Tro. Are there such? such are not we. Praise us as Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman,
we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall (As, if it can, I well presume in you)
go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in rever- To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;
sion shall have a praise in present: we will not name To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
desert, before his birth; and, being born, his ad- Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind
dition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: That doth renew swister, than blood decays !
Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me, -
say worst, shall be a mock for his truth ; and what That my integrity and truth to you
truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Might be affronted with the match and weight
Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Of such a winnow'd purity in love;
Re-enter PANDARUS.

How were I then uplifted! but, alas,
Pan. What, blushing still have yon not done talk- I am as true as truth's simplicity,
ing yet?

And simpler, than the infancy of truth.
Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate Cres. In that I'll war with you.

Tro. O virtuous fight,
Pun. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy When right with right wars, who shall be most right!
of you, you'll give him me. Be true to my lord: if True swains in love shall, in the world to come,
he flinch, chide me for it.

Approve their truths by Troilus : when their rhymes,
Tro. You know now your hostages ; your uncle's Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,
word, and my firm faith.

Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration,
Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kind- As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
red, though they be long ere they are wooed, they As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
are constant, being won: they are burs, I can tell As iron to adarnant, as earth to the centre,
you; they'll stick where they are thrown. Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me As truth's authentic author to be cited,
heart:

As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,
Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day And sanctify the numbers.
For many weary months.

Cres. Prophet may you be!
Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win ? If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord, When time is old and hath forgot itself,
With the first glance that ever — Pardon me!- When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy,
If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.

And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
I love you now; but not, till now, so much And mighty states characterless are grated
But I might master it:- in faith, I lie;

To dusty nothing; yet let memory,
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown From false to false, among false maids in love,
Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools ! Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said-as false
Why have I blabb’d?. who shall be true to us, As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
When we are so unsecret to ourselves ?.

As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not; Pard to the hiņd, or stepdame to her son;
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
Or that we women had men's privilege

As false as Cressid.
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it ; I'll
For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak

be the witness. — Here I hold your hand; here, my
The thing I shall repent! See, see, your silence, cousiu's. If ever you prove false one to another,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws since I have taken such pains to bring you toge-
My very soul of counsel. Stop my month!

ther, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. world's end after my name, call them all — PaisPan. Pretty, i'faith.

dars ; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me! women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : I am asham'd;- O heavens! what have I done? Tro. Amen! For this time will I take my leave, my lord !

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Pan. Amen! Wherenpon I will show you a cham- | Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the ge- Fro ber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not neral?

His speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death : Achil. No,

An Nest. Nothing, my lord.

The And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here, Agam. The better.

Hea Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer!

[ Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Tha [Exeunt. Achil. Good day, good day! Men. How do you? how do you?

Mos SCENE III.-- The Grecian camp.

( Exit Menelaus.

WE Enter AçameuxOX, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajas, Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me?

And
MENELAUS, and Calchas.
Ajax. Ilow now, Patroclus?

Au Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Áchil, Good morrow, Ajax !

Aja The advantage of the time prompts me aloud

Ajax. Ha?
To call for recompense, Appear it to your mind, Áchil, Good morrow !

Hot That, through the sight I bear iu things, to Jove Ajax. Ay, and good next day too ! (Exit Ajar.

WI I have abandon’d Troy, left my possessions, Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not

HoIncurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself,

Achilles?

102 From certain and possess’d conveniences,

Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to To To doubtful fortunes; sequest'ring from me all, bend, That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, To send their smiles before them to Achilles ;

As Made tame and most familiar to my nature; To come as humbly, as they us’d to creep

An And here, to do you service, am become

To holy altars.
As new into the world, strange, unacquainted: Achil. What, am I poor of late ?
I do beseech you, as in way

of taste,
'Tis certain, Greatness, once fallen out with fortune,

G To give me now a little benefit,

Must fall out with men too. What the declin'd is, Out of those many register'd in promise,

He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies,
Agam. What would'st thou 'of us, Trojan ? make Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer;
demand !

And not a man, for being simply man,
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call’d Antenor, Hath any honour; but honour for those honours
Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear. That are without him, as place, riches, faroar,
Oft have you, (often have you thanks therefore,) Prizes of accident as oft as merit:

K Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,

Q: Whom Troy hath still denied. But this Antenor, The love that lean’d on them as slippery too, lu I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, Do one pluck down another, and together

To That their negociations all must slack,

Dic in the fall. But 'tis not so with me: Wanting his manage; and they will almost Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,

At ample point all that I did possess, In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence Something not worth in me such rich beholding Shall quite strike off all service I have done, As they are often given. Here is Ulysses; In most accepted pain.

I'll interrupt his' reading.–
Agam. Let Diomed bear him,

How now, Ulysses ?
And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have Ulys. Now, great Thetis' son ?
What he requests of us. — Good Diomed,

hil. What are you reading ? Furnish you fairly for this interchange:

Ulys. A strange fellow here
Withal, bring word – if Hector will to-morrow Writes me, That man - how dearly ever parted,
Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready. How much in having, or without, or in, --

Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Which I am proud to bear.

Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection; (Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas. As when his virtues shining upon others Enter Achilles and PATROCLUS, before their tent, Heat them, and they retort that heat again

Ulys. Achilles stauds i'the entrance of his tent: To the first giver,
Please it our general to pass strangely by him, Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses.
As if he were forgot; and, princes all,

The beauty that is borne here in the face,
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him: The bearer koows not, but commends itself
I will come last. 'Tis like, he'll question me, To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself,
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on (That most pure spirit of sense,) behold itself
him ?

Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd
If so, I have derision med'cinable,

Salutes each other with each other's form. To use between your strangeness and his pride, For speculation turns not to itself, Which his own will shall have desire to drink; Till it hath travell’d, and is married there, It may do good: pride hath no other glass Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all. To show itself but pride; for supple knees

Ulys. I do not strain at the position, Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.

It is familiar; but at the author's drift: Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves A form of strangeness as we pass along; –

That no man is the lord of any thing,
So do each lord; and either greet him not, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Till he communicate his parts to others:
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. Nor doth he of himself know them for aught,
Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? Till he behold them form'd in the applause,
You know my mind, I'll light no more 'gainst Troy, Where they are extended; which, like an arch, res
Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught with us? verberates

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