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men. Here's Agamemnon,-an honest fellowenough, and ove 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 t; 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 fitchewġ, 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 wonld be, if I were not Thersites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazarll, so I were not Menelaus. Hey.day! spirits and fires ! Enter Hector, Troilus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulysses,
Nestor, Menelaus, and Diomed, with lights.
No, yonder 'tis;
I trouble you.
Here comes himself to guide you.
Enter Achilles. Achil. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes
all. Agam. So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good
night. Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. Hect. Thanks, and good night, to the Greeks' ge
+ Menelaus. 1 Stuffed. | A diseased beggar.
Good night, sweet Menelaus. Ther. Sweet draught*: Sweet, quoth 'a! sweet sipk, sweet sewer.
Achil. Good night,
[Exeunt Agamemnon and Menelaus. Achil. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed, Keep Hector company an hour or two.
Dio. I cannot, lord; I have important business, The tide whereof is now.-Good night, great Hector.
Hect. Give me your hand.
Follow his torch, he goes To Calchas' tent; I'll keep you company.
[Aside to Troilus. Tro. Sweet sir, you honour me. Hect.
And so good vight. (Exit Diomed; Ulysses and Troilus fol
[Ereunt 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 t, 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 !
+ Portentous, onginous,
The same. Before Calchas's tent.
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. Ulyss. Stand where the torch may not discover us.
Tro. Cressid come forth to him!
How now, my charge? Cres. Now, my sweet guardian !--Hark! a word
[Whispers. Tro. Yea, so familiar ! Ulyss. She will sing any man at first sight.
Ther. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff* ; she's noted.
Dio. Will you remember?
Nay, but do then; And let your mind be coupled with your words.
Tro. What should she remember?
I'll tell you what:
sworn. Cres. In faith, I cannot: What would you have
me do? Ther. A juggling trick, to be secretly open. Dio. What did you swear you would bestow on
me? Cres. I pr’ythee, do not hold me to mine oath ; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.
Dio. Good night.
How now, Trojan?
Diomed, Dio. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no
more. Tro. Thy better must. Cres.
Hark! one word in your ear.
Tro. Behold, I pray you !
Now, good my lord, go off: You flow to great destruction ; come, my lord.
Tro. I prythee, stay.
You have not patience; come. Tro. I pray you, stay; by hell, and all hell's tore
And so, good night.
Doth that grieve thee?
Why, how now, lord ?
By Jove, I will be patient. Cres.
Guardian!-why, Greek! Dio. Pho, pho! adieu ; you palter*. Cres. In faith, I do not; come hither once again. Ulyss. You shake, my lord, at something; will
you go? You will break out. Tro.
She strokes his cheek! Ulyss.
Come, come. Tro. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word: There is between my will and all offences, A guard of patience :-stay a little while,
Ther. How the devil luxury, with his fat rump and potatoe finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
Dio. But will you then ?
Fear me pot, my lord ; I will not be myself, nor have cognitiont Of what I feel; I am all patience.
Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now!
Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it well.He loved me--O false wench!-Give't me agaiu.
Dio. Who was't?
No matter, now I bav't again,