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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. 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.
The imaginary relish is so sweet,
When that the wat’ry palate tastes indeed
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,
For the capacity of my ruder powers :
I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
Pan: She's making her ready, she'll come straight:
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
Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring
Enter Pardarus and Cressida.
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
Cres, Will you walk in, my lord ?
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!
Tro. What should they grant? what inakes this
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 !
Tro. Fears make devils cherubims; they never see Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?
Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morn-
Tro. What offends you, lady?
Cres. They say, alllovers swear more performance, Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than
Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.
Of such a winnow'd purity in love;
How were I then uplifted! but, alas,
And simpler, than the infancy of truth.
Tro. O virtuous fight,
Approve their truths by Troilus : when their rhymes,
Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration,
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,
Cres. Prophet may you be!
you now; but not, till now, so much And mighty states characterless are grated
To dusty nothing; yet let memory,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
As false as Cressid.
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 !
Pan. Amen! Wherenpon I will show you a cham- | Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the ge-
Nest. Nothing, my lord.
(Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. [Exeunt. Achil. Good day, good day!
Men. How do you? how do you?
( 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,
To holy altars.
'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,
And not a man, for being simply man,
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. -
How now, Ulysses ?
Achil. What are you reading?
Ulys. A strange fellow here
Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
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.
The beauty that is borne here in the face,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd
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,
Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? Till he behold them form'd in the applause,
The voice again; or, like a gate of steel,
Achil. Of this my privacy
I have strong reasons.
The reasons are more potent and heroica).
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
Ulys. Is that a wonder?
The providence, that's in a watehful state,
There is a mystery (with whom relation
Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to.
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus, now at home,
Farewell, my lord! I as your lover speak;
The fool slides o'er the ice, that you should break.
. (Exit. vour'd
Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'dy
A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath'd, than an efTeminate man
They think, my little stomach to the war,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's name,
Be shook to air.
Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector?
Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour by
Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake;
Those wounds healill, that men do give themselves.
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
To invite the Trojan lords after the combat,
To see us here unarm’d. I have a woman's longing,
To talk with him, and to behold his visage,
Ther. Ajax'goes up and down the field, asking for
Achil. How so?
Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hec-
Achil. How can that be?
Ther. Why, he stalks up and down, like a peacock,
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,
should say : there were wit in this head, an 'twould
Consent upon the order of their fight,
And signify this loving interview
To the expecters of our Trojan part!
(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;
Shall find him by his large and portly size.
Agum. Worthy of arms! as welcome, as to one
From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome!
[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.
Hect. Whom must we answer?
Men. The noble Menelaus.
Mock not, that I affect the untreaded oath;
Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glore:
She's well, but bade me not commend her to you.
Men. Name her not now, sir! she's a deadly theme.
. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft
, Aene. Princes, enough, so please you!
Labouring for destiny, make cruel way,
As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i'the air,
Not letting it decline on the declin’d;
That I have said to some my standers-by;
That thou could'st say: This hand is Grecian all, And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath,
Aene, 'Tis the old Nestor.
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 :
As they contend with thee in courtesy.
Hect. I would, they could.
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 -
, What further you will do.
Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead,
Since first I saw yourself and Diomed
Ulys. Sir, I foreiold you then what would ensue:
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,