Imágenes de páginas
PDF
EPUB

new

Helen. Ay, ay, prythee now. By my troth, Pan. Have you seen my cousin ? sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

Tro. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door, Pan. Ay, you may, you may.

Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will un- Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, do us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

And give me swift transportance to those fields, Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith.

Where I may wallow in the lily beds Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Propos’d tor the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, Pan. In good troth, it begins so :

From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, Love, love, nothing but love, still more!

And fly with me to Cressid !
For, oh, love's bow

Pan. Walk here i’the orchard, I'll bring her
Shoots buck and doe;

straight

(Exit Pandarus. The shaft confounds,

Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. Not that it wounds

The imaginary relish is so sweet But tickles still the sore.

That it enchants my sense ; What will it be,

When that the watry palate tastes indeed These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die ! Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; Yet that which seems the wound to kill,

Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!

Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, So dying love lives still :

For the capacity of my ruder powers : Oh ! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!

I fear it much; and I do fear besides, Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! That I shall lose distinction in my joys; Hey ho!

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose.The enemy flying. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that

Re-enter Pandarus. breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts,

Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is

you must be witty now. She does so blush, and love.

fetches her wind' so short, as if she were frayed Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, || with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest hot thoughts, and hot deeds? - Why, they are vipers: | villain :-she fetches her breath as short as Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet lord, who's

ta'en
sparrow.

(Exit Pandarus. a-field to-day?

Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and

bosom : all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse ; to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. How

And all my powers do their bestowing lose, chance my brother Trojlus went not? Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;you The

Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring know all, lord Pandarus.

eye of majesty. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.--I long to hear

Enter Pandarus and Cressida. how they sped to-day.--You'll remember your Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's brother's excuse.

a baby.—Here she is now : swear the oaths now to Par. To a hair.

her, that you have sworn to me.--What, are you Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.

gone again? you must be watched ere you be made Helen. Commend me to your niece.

tame, must you? Come your ways, come your Pan. I will, sweet queen.

(Exit. I ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the

[A retreat sounded. bills,-Why do you not speak to her?--Come, draw Par. They are come from field : let us to Pri- this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the am's hall,

day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, To help unarm our Hector : his stubborn buckles,|| and kiss the mistress.2 How now? á kiss in feeWith these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, || farm? build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more falcon as the tercel,3 for all the ducks i'the river: Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector. go to, go to. Helen. "Twill make us proud to be his servant, Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Paris :

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : but Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your Give us more palm in beauty than we have; activity in question. What, billing again? Here's Yea, overshines ourself.

- In witness whereof the parties interchangeably-Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. (Exe. Come in, come in ; I'll go get a fire. (Exit Pan. SCENE II.-The same. Pandarus' orchard.

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting.

T'ro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me

thus ? Pan. How now? Where's thy master? at my Cres. Wished, my lord?- The gods granto cousin Cressida's ?

Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him Tro. What should they grant? what makes this thither.

pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my Enter Troilus.

sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Pan. O, here he comes.-How

Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have now,

how now? Tro. Sirrah, walk off.

eyes. [Exit Servant.

Tro. Fears make devils cherubins; they never (1) Shafts of a carriage.

see truly. (2) The allusion is to bowling; what is now (3) The tercel is the male and the falcon the fe; .called the jack was formerly termed the mistress. Il male hawk.

my lord!

Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds I am asham'd ;-O heavens! what have I done? safer footing than blind reason stumbling without For this time will I take my leave, my lord. fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?

Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. morning, Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?

Cres. Pray you, content you. Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we Tro.

What offends you, lady? vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; Cres. Sir, mine own company. thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposi- Tro.

You cannot shun tion enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty | Yourself. imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady,- Cres. Let me go and try : that the will is infinite, and the execution confined;! I have a kind of self resides with you ; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to But an unkind self, that itself will leave, limit.

To be another's fool. I would be gone : Cres. They say, all lovers swear more perform-|| Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. ance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability Tro. Well know they what they speak, that that they never perform; vowing more than the per- speak so wisely? fection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and

love; the act of hares, are they not monsters ?

And fell so roundly to a large confession, Tro. Are there such? such are not we: Praise To angle for your thoughts : But you are wise; us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove ; our head or else you love not; For to be wise, and love, shall go bare, till merit crown it: 'no perfection in Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman name desert, before his birth ; and, being born, his) (As, if it can, I will presume in you) addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith : To feed for aye2 her lamp and fames of love; Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can To keep her constancy in plight and youth, say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and whatOutliving beauty's outward, with a mind truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. That doth renew swifter than blood decays! Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me, Re-enter Pandarus.

That my integrity and truth to you

Might be affronted3 with the match and weight Pan. What, blushing still ? have you not done of such a winnow'd purity in love; talking yet?

How were I then uplifted! but, alas, Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedi- || I am as true as truth's simplicity, cate to you.

And simpler than the infancy of truth. Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy Cres. In that I'll war with you. of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord : if Tro.

O virtuous fight, he Ainch, chide me for it.

When right with right wars who shall be most right! Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's True swains in love shall, in the world to come, word, and my firm faith.

Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes, Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, Want similes, truth tir’d with iteration, they are constant, being won : they are burs, I can As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, tell

you : they'll stick where they are thrown. As sun to day, as turtle to her mate, Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre heart:

Yet, after all comparisons of truth, Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day As truth's authentic author to be cited, For many weary months.

As true as Troilus shall crown ups the verse, Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win! || And sanctify the numbers. Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord,

Cres.

Prophet may you be! With the first glance that ever-Pardon me;- If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. When time is old and hath forgot itself, I love you now; but not, till now, so much When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy, But I might master it :-in faith, I lie ;

And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown And mighty states characterless are grated Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools ! To dusty nothing ; yet let memory, Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us, From false to false, among false maids in love, When we are so unsecret to ourselves ?

Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said-as But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not;

false And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Or that we women had men's privilege

As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue ; | Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ; For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak

Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence, As false as Cressid. Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, seal it ; I'll My very soul of counsel : Stop my mouth. be the witness.--Here I hold your hand; here, my

Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

since I have taken such pains to bring you toCres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; gether, let all pitiful goers-between be called to 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : the world's end after my name, call them all-Pan

dars; let all inconstant men be Troiluses, all false (1) Titles.

(2) Ever. (3) Met with and equalled.

(4) Comparison. (5) Conclude it.

women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pan- || So do each lord; and either greet him not, dars ! say, Amen.

Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more! Tro. Amen.

Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way. Cres. Amen.

Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to

with us? death : away.

Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here,

general Bed, chamber, Pandar, to provide this geer! Achil.

No. (Exeunt. Nest. Nothing, my lord. SCENE III - The Grecian camp. Enter Aga- Agam.

The better. memnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajax, Men

(Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. elaus, and Calchas.

Achil.

Good day, good day. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done

Men. How do you? how do you? (Exit Men.

Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud

Ajar. How

now,

Patroclus? To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind,

Achil.

Good morrow, Ajax. That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove

Ajax.

Ha? I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession,

Achil. Good morrow. Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos’d myself,

Ajax.

Ay, and good next day too. From certain and possess'd conveniences,

(Exit Ajax. To doubtful fortunes; séquest'ring from me all

Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,

not Achilles ? Made tame and most familiar to my nature;

Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd And here, to do you service, am become

to bend, As new into the world, strange, unacquainted :

To send their smiles before them to Achilles; I do beseech you, as in way of taste,

To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep To give me now a little benefit,

To holy altars. Out of those many register'd in promise,

Achil. What, am I poor of late ? Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? | Must fall out with men too: What the declin’d is, make demand.

He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call?d Antenor, || As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear.

Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer ; Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore,)

And not a man, for being simply man, Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange,

Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor,

That are without him, as place, riches, favour, I know, is such a wrest' in their affairs,

Prizes of accident as oft as merit: That their negotiations all must slack,

Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, Wanting his manage ; and they will almost

The love that lean'd on them, as slippery too, Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,

Do one pluck down another, and together In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me: And he shall buy my daughter; and her

Fortune and I are friends ; I do enjoy

presence Shall quite strike off all service I have done,

At ample point all that I did possess, In most accepted pain.

Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out Agam.

Let Diomedes bear him, Something not worth in me such rich beholding And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have

As they have often given. Here is Ulysses ; What he requests of us.-Good Diomed,

l'll interrupt his reading.Furnish you fairly for this interchange:

How now, Ulysses ? Withal, bring word—if Hector will to-morrow

Ulyss.

Now, great Thetis' son ? Be answerd in his challenge : Ajax is ready.

Achil. What are you reading ? Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden

Ulyss.

A strange fellow here Which I am proud to bear. [Exe. Dio. and Cal.Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, 3

How much in having, or without, or in,-. Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent.

Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection ; tent:

As when his virtues shining upon others Please it our general to pass strangely2 by him, Heat them, and they retort that heat again As if he were forgot; and, princes all,

To the first giver. Lay negligent and loose regard upon him :

Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. I will come last : 'Tis like, he'll question me, The beauty that is borne here in the face Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn’d on The bearer knows not, but commends itself him:

To others' eyes; nor doth the eye itself If so, I have derision med'cinable,

(That most pure spirit of sense) behold itself, To use between your strangeness and his pride, Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd Which his own will shall have desire to drink; Salutes each other with each other's form. It may do good: pride hath no other glass For speculation turns not to itself, To show itself, but pride; for supple knees Till it hath travell'd, and is married there Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all.

Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on Ulyss. I do not strain at the position, A form of strangeness as we pass along ;- It is familiar; but at the author's drift: (1) An instrument for tuning harps, &c. (2) Shyly.

(3) Excellently endowed.

there are,

Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves- The present eye praises the present object :
That no man is the lord of any thing

Then marvel not, thou great and complete inan (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) || That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax; Till he communicate his parts to others :

Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, Till he behold them form'd in the applause And still it might; and yet it may again, Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, re- || f thou would'st not entonb thyself alive, verberates

And case thy reputation in thy tent; The voice again ; or like a gate of steel

Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Fronting the sun, receives and renders back Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themHis figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this :

selves, And apprehended here immediately

And drave great Mars to faction. The unknown Ajax.

Achil.

Of this my privacy Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse ; I have strong reasons. That has he knows not what. Nature, what things Ulyss.

But 'gainst your privacy

The reasons are more potent and heroical : Most abject in regard, and dear in use !

'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love What things again most dear in the esteem, With one of Priam's daughters.4 And poor in worth ! Now shall we see to-morrow, Achil.

Ha! known? An act that very chance doth throw upon him, Ulyss. Is that a wonder? Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do, The providence that's in a watchful state, While some men leave to do!

Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold; How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; While others play the idiots in her eyes!

Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, How one man eats into another's pride,

Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. While pride is fasting in his wantonness! There is a mystery (with whom relation To see these Grecian lords !-Why, even already Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder; Which hath an operation more divine, As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to: And great Troy shrinking.

All the commerce that you have had with Troy, Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord ; As misers do by beggars : neither gave to me And better would it fit Achilles much, Good word, nor look : What are my deeds forgot? || To throw down Hector, than Polyxena :

Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,

When fame shall in our islands sound her trump; A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:

And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, Those scraps are good deeds past : which are de- |Great Hector's sister did Achilles win, vour'd

But our great Ajax bravely beat down him. As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

Farewell, my lord : I as your lovers speak; As done: Perseverance, dear my lord,

The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang

(Exit. Quite out of fashion, like a trusty mail

Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you : In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; || A woman impudent and mannish grown For honour travels in a strait so narrow,

Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this; For emulation hath a thousand sons,

They think, my little stomach to the war, That one by one pursue : If you give way, And your great love to me, restrains you thus : Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,

Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, And leave you hindmost ;

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Be shook to air.
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,

Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector? O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour

present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop youre : Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake; For time is like a fashionable host,

My fame is shrewdly gor’d. That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; Patr.

O, then beware ; And with his arms out-stretchd, as he would fly, Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves : Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, Omission to do what is necessary. And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue Seals a commission to a blank of danger; seek

And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Remuneration for the thing it was;

Even then when we sit idly in the sun. For beauty, wit,

Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus : High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To invite the Trojan lords after the combat, To envious and calumniating time.

To see us here unarm’d: I have a woman's longing, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,- | An appetite that I am sick withal, That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; Though they are made and moulded of things past;|| To talk with him, and to behold his visage, And give to dust, that is a little gilt,

Even to my full of view. A labour sav'd ! More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

(3) The descent of the deities to combat on ei(1) Detail of argument.

ther side. (2) New-fashioned toys.

(4) Polyxena.

(5) Friend

by him.

Enter Thersites.

And I myself see not the bottom of it. Ther. A wonder!

[Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus. Achil. What?

Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had for himself.

rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant Achil. How so?

ignorance.

(Exit. Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgeiling, that he raves in saying nothing. Achil. How can that be?

ACT IV. T'her. Why, he stalks up and down like a pea- 1 SCENE 1.-Troy. A street. Enter, at one side, cock, a stride and a stand : ruminates, like a host

Æneas and Servant, with a torch; at the other, ess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic re

Paris, Deiphobus, Antenor, Diomedes, and othgard, as who should say—there were wit in this

ers, with torches. head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies Par. See, ho! who's that there? as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not Dei.

'Tis the lord Æneas. show without knocking. The man's undone for Æne. Is the prince there in person ?ever; for if Hector break not his neck i'the com- Had I so good occasion to lie long, bat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. He knows As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business not me: I said, Good-morrow, Ajax'; and he re- | Should rob my bed-mate of my company. plies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of Dio. That's my mind too.-Good morrow, lord this man, that takes me for the general? He is

Æneas. grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand. A plague of opinion ! a man may wear it on both Witness the process of your speech, wherein sides, like a leather jerkin.

You told-how Diomed, a whole week by days, Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Did haunt you in the field. Thersites.

Æne.

Health to you, valiant sir, Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he During all questions of the gentle truce : professes not answering ; speaking is for beggars ; | But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance, he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his | As heart can think, or courage execute. presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. shall see the pageant of Ajax.

Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health: Achil. To him, Patroclus : Tell him, I humbly | But when contention and occasion meet, desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to pro-|| With all my force, pursuit, and policy. cure safe conduct for his person, of the magnani- Æne. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly mous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-hon-With his face backward.-In humane genileness, oured captain-general of the Grecian army, Aga. Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises" life, Do this.

Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear, Patr. Jove bless great Ajax.

No man alive can love, in such a sort, Ther. Humph!

The thing he means to kill, more excellently. Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles,

Dio. We sympathize :-Jove, let Æneas live, Ther. Ha!

If to my sword his fate be not the glory, Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to invite A thousand complete courses of the sun! Hector to his tent!

But, in mine emulous honour, let him die, Ther. Humph!

With every joint a wound; and that to-morrow! Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Aga- Æne. We know each other well.

Dio. We do; and long to know each other Ther. Agamemnon ? Patr. Ay, my lord.

Par. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, Ther. Ha!

The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.-Patr. What say you to't?

What business, lord, so early?
Ther. God be wi

you,
with all

my
heart.

Æne. I was sent for to the king; but why, I know Patr. Your answer, sir.

not. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven Par. His purpose meets you; 'Twas to bring o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he

this Greek shall pay for me ere he has me.

To Calchas' house; and there to render him, Patr. Your answer, sir.

For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid: Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Let's have your company; or, if you please, Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Haste there before us: I constantly do think

Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What mu- (Or, rather, call my thought a certain knowledger) sic will be in him when Hector has knocked out My brother Troilus lodges there to-night; his brains, I know not : But, I am sure, none; un. Rouse him, and give him note of our approach, less the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make cat-|| With the whole quality wherefore: I fear, lingsl on.

We shall be much unwelcome. Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him Æne.

That I assure you ; straight.

Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece, Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's Than Cressid borne from Troy. the more capable2 creature.

Par.

There is no help; Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain The bitter disposition of the time stirr'd;

Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you. (1) Lute-strings made of catgut. (2) Intelligent.

(3) Conversation.

memnon.

memnon.

worse.

« AnteriorContinuar »