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Par. I spy.


Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say

Cres- SCENE II. The same. Pandarus' orchard. sida? no, your poor disposer's sick.

Enter Pandanus and a Servant, meeting.

Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my cousin Pan. You spy! what do yon spy?-Come, give me Cressida's ? an instrument !-- Now, sweet queen!

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

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

Enter TROILUS. have, sweet queen!

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

(Exit Servante 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, twain,

Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks, Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them Staying for wastage. 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, Helen. Ay, ay, prythee now! By my troth, sweet From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, 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. O, 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 vil

lain :-she fetches her breath as short, as a new-ta’en
Jelen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. sparrow.
Par. He eats pothing but doves, love; and that breeds Pro. Even such a passion doth embrace my 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 Pardarus 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 faia have armed to- that you have sworn to me. What, are you gone day, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, my brother Troilns went not?

must you? Come your ways, come your ways; ap for ilelen. 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 , honey-sweet queen!-- I long to hear sce your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are tonshow they sped to-day. You'll remember your bro- fend day-light! an'twere dark, you'd cloše 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 it be Pun. 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: bat

she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your
To greet'the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo yon, 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, Cume 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 sivews; you shall do

more, Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus! 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 inakes this
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have ; pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my
Yea, overshines ourself,

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

Hey ho !

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

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, 0, 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 ?

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 confiued; 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 Troilas. 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,

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 hind, 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 togeMy 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 — PanPan. Pretty, i'faith.

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 !

Cres. Amen!

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Pan. Amen! Wherenpon I will show you a cham- | Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the ge-
ber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not peral?
speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death : Achil. No.

Nest. Nothing, my lord.
And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here, Agam. The better.
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer!

(Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. [Exeunt. Achil. Good day, good day!

Men. How do you? how do you?
SCENE III. - The Grecian camp.

( Exit Menelaus. Enter AGAMEMNON, Ulysses, Diomedes, Neston, Ajax, Achil. What, does the cackold scorn me? Menelaus, and CALCHAS.

Ajax. How now, Patroclus? Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Achil. Good morrow, Ajax ! The advantage of the time prompts me aloud Ajax. Ha? To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, Achil, Good morrow ! That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove Ajax. Ay, and good next day too! (Exit djar. I have abandon’d Troy, left my possessions, Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself,

Achilles ? From certain and possess’d conveniences,

Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to To doubtful fortunes; sequestring from me all,

That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, To send their smiles before them to Achilles ;
Made tame and most familiar to my nature; To come as humbly, as they us’d to creep
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, To give me now a little benefit,

Must fall out with men too. What the declind is, Out of those many register'd ip 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: Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, Which when they fall, as being slippery standers

, Whom Troy hath still denied. But this Antenor, The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,

Do one pluck down another, and together That their negociations all must slack,

Die 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 Priain,

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 preseuce 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,

Achil. 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 kuows 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

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:

dgam. 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, re-
Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught with us?) verberates

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Achil. Of this my privacy
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back

I have strong reasons.
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this; Ulys. But 'gainst your privacy
And apprehended here immediately

The reasons are more potent and heroica).
The unknown Ajax.

'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; With ove of Priam's daughters.
That has he knows not what. Nature, what things Achil. Ha! known?

Ulys. Is that a wonder?
Most abject in regard, and dear in use!

The providence, that's in a watehful state,
What things again most dear in the esteem, Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold,
And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him, Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods,
Ajax renown' heavens, what some men do, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
While some men leave to do!

There is a mystery (with whom relation
How some men creep in skittish Fortune's hall, Durst never meddle) in the soul of state,
While others play the idiots in her eyes! Which hath au operation more divine,
How one man eats into another's pride,

Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to.
While pride is fasting in his wantonness! All the commerce, that you have had with Troy,
To see these Grecian lords ! — why, even already As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord;
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder; And better would it fit Achilles much,
As if his foot were on brave lector's breast, To throw down Hector, than Polyxena.
And great Troy shrinking:

But it must grieve young Pyrrhus, now at home,
Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, When fame shall in our islands sound her trump,
As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing:
Good word, nor look. What, are my deeds forgot? Great Hlector's sister did Achilles win,
Ulys. Time hath, my lord , a wallet at his back, But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

Farewell, my lord! I as your lover speak;
A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes:

The fool slides o'er the ice, that you should break.
scraps are good deeds past, which are de-

. (Exit. vour'd

Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'dy
As fast, as they are made, forgot as soon,

A woman impudent and mannish grown
As done. Perseverance, dear my lord,

Is not more loath'd, than an efTeminate man
Keeps honour bright. To have done, is to hang In time of action. I stand condemn’d for this;
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail

They think, my little stomach to the war,
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way! And your great love to me, restrains you thns.
For honour travels in a streight so narrow, Sweet, rouse yourself! and the weak wanton Cupid
Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path! Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
For emulation hath a thousand sons,

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's name,
That one by one pursue. If you give way,

Be shook to air.
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,

Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector?
Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,

Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour by
And leave you hindmost;

Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,

Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake;
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, My fame is shrewdly gor’d.
O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in Putr. 0, then beware :

Those wounds healill, that men do give themselves.
Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours; Omission to do, what is necessary,
For time is like a fashionable host,

Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, and danger, like an ague, subtly taints
And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Even then, when we sit idly in the sun.
Grasps-in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, Achil. Go, call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus !
And farewell goes out sighing. 0, let not virtue seck I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him
Remuneration for the thing it was!

To invite the Trojan lords after the combat,
For beauty, wit,

To see us here unarm’d. I have a woman's longing,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, An appetite that I am sick withal,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To see great Hector in his weeds of peace,
To envious and calumniating time.

To talk with him, and to behold his visage,
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, Even to my full of view. A labour sav'd!
That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,

Though they are made and moulded of things past;| Ther. A wonder!
and give to dust, that is a little gilt,

Achil, What?
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

Ther. Ajax'goes up and down the field, asking for
The present eye praises the present object :

Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,

Achil. How so?
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax!

Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hec-
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, tor, and is so prophetically proud of an heroical
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.
And till it might; and

may again,

Achil. How can that be?
If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive,

Ther. Why, he stalks up and down, like a peacock,
And case thy repntation in thy tent;

a stride, and a stand: rumipates like an hostess, that Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, hath no arithmetic, but her brain, to set down her Made

emulous missions ʼmongst the gods themselves, reckoning, bites his lip with a politic regard, as who And drave great Mars to faction,

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And signify this loving interview
So be it ! either to the intermost,

To the expecters of our Trojan part!
Or else a breath: the combatants being kin, Desire them home!- Give me thy hand, my cousin !
Half stints their strife, before their strokes begin. I will go eat with thee, and see your knights.

(Ajax and Hector enter the lists. Ajax. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. Ulys. They are oppos'd already.

Hect. The worthiest of them tell me name by name;
Agam. What Trojan is that same, that looks so But for Achilles, my own searching eyes

Shall find him by his large and portly size.
Ulys. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;

Agum. Worthy of arms! as welcome, as to one
Not yet mature, yet matchless, firm of word, That would be rid of such an enemy;
Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue ; But that's no welcome. Understand more clear,
Not soon provok'd, nor, being provok’d, soon calm’d: What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with husks
His heart and hand both open, and both free; And formless ruin of oblivion;
For what he has, he gives, what thinks, he shows; But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
Yet gives he not, till judgment guide his bounty, Strain'd purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath: Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous:

From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome!
For lector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes llect, I thank thee, most imperious Agamemnon!
To tender objects; but he, in heat of action, Agam. My well-fam'd lord of Troy, no less to you!
Is more vindicative, than jealous love:

[To Troilus. They call him Troilus, and on him erect

Men. Let me confirm my princely brother's greetA second hope, as fairly built, as Hector.

ing! -
Thus says Aeneas : one, that knows the youth You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither!
Even to his inches, and, with private soul,

Hect. Whom must we answer?
Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.

Men. The noble Menelaus.
(Alarum. Hector and Ajax fight. Hlect. O you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!
Agan. They are in action.

Mock not, that I affect the untreaded oath;
Nest. Now, Ajax, hold thine own!

Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glore:
Tro. Hector, thou sleep'st;

She's well, but bade me not commend her to you.
Awake thee!

Men. Name her not now, sir! she's a deadly theme.
Agam. His blows are well dispos'd: – there, Ajax! Hect. 0, pardon ; I oflend!
Dio. You must no more. [Trumpets cease. Nest

. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft

, Aene. Princes, enough, so please you!

Labouring for destiny, make cruel way,
Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. Through ranks of Greekish youth: and I have seen
Dio. As Hector pleases.

Hect. Why then, will I no more:-

As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son, Despising many forfeits and subduements,
A cousin-german to great Priam's seed;

When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i'the air,
The obligation of our blood forbids

Not letting it decline on the declin’d;
A gory emulation 'twixt us twain:

That I have said to some my standers-by;
Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so, Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!

That thou could'st say: This hand is Grecian all, And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath,
And this is Trojan, the sinews of this leg When that a ring of Greeks have hemm’d thee is,
All Greek, and this all Troy, my mother's blood Like an Olympian wrestling: this have I seen;
Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister But this thy countenance, still lock'd in steel,
Lounds-in my father's : by Jove multipotent, I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,
Thou should'st not bear from me a Greekish member, And once fought with him: he was a soldier good;
Wherein my sword had not impressure made But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,
of our rank feud. But the just gods gainsay, Never like thee. Let an old man embrace thee,
That any drop, thou borrow'st from thy mother, And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents!
My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword

Aene, 'Tis the old Nestor.
Be drain'd. Let me embrace thee, Ajax!

Hect. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle

! By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms; Thou hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time: Hector would have them fall upon him thus: Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. Consin, all honour to thee!

Nest. I would, my arms could match thee in con-. Ajax. I thank thee, Hector :

Thou art too gentle, and too frec a man.

As they contend with thee in courtesy.
I came to kill thee, .cousin, and bear hence

Hect. I would, they could.
A great addition earned in thy death.

Nest. Ha!
Ilect. Not Neoptolemus so mirable

By this white beard, I'd fight with thee to-Orton, (On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st O yes Well, welcome, welcome!

I have seen the time -
Cries, This is he,) could promise to himself Ulys. I wonder now, how yonder city stands,
A thought of added honour torn from Hector. When we have here her base and pillar by us.
Aene. There is espectance here from both the sides, lect. I know your favour, lord Ulysses

, well

, What further you will do.

Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead,
llect. We'll answer it;

Since first I saw yourself and Diomed
The issue is embracement :- Ajax, farewell! du lion, on your Greekish embassy.
Ajax. If i might in entreaties find success,

Ulys. Sir, I foreiold you then what would ensue:
(As seld I have the chance,) I would desire My prophecy is but half his journey yet;
My famous cousin to our Grecian tents,

For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Dio. 'Tis Agamemnon's wish : and great Achilles You towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Doth long to see unarm'd the valiant Hector. Must kiss their own feet.
llect. Aeneas, call my brother Troilus to me, Hect. I must not believe you:


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