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Paris from the prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seeths. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, indeed!
Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?
Pan. Command, I mean, friend.
Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these men play?
Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir: Marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul,
Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ?
Serv. No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes?
Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with
(2) Stream, rivulet. (3) Boils.
Enter Paris and Helen, attended.
Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow!
Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.~Fair prince, here is good broken music.
Par. You have broke it, cousin and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance :-Nell, he is full of harmony. Pan. Truly, lady, no. Helen. O, sir,
Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.4 Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen:My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?
Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you sing, certainly.
Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me.- -But (marry) thus, my lord,-My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother TroilusHelen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,himself most affectionately to you. Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends
Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head!
Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i'faith.
Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offence.
Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you will make his excuse.
Helen. My lord Pandarus,
Pan. What says my sweet queen,-my very very sweet queen?
Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to night?
Helen. Nay, but my lord,
Pan. What says my sweet queen?-My cousin will fall out with you. You must not know where he sups.
Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide;5 come, your disposer is sick.
Par. Well, I'll make excuse.
Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say— Cressida? no, your poor disposer's sick.
Par. I spy.
Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen.
Helen. Why, this is kindly done.
Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen.
Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.
Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are
Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three.
Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now.
(4) Parts of a song. (5) Wide of your mark.
Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth,| sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.
Pan. Have you seen my cousin?
Tro. No. Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
Pan. Ay, you may, you may.
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, Where I may wallow in the lily beds
Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith.
Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,
Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her
fear it much; and I do fear besides,
Love, love, nothing but love, still more!
For, oh, love's bow Shoots buck and doe; The shaft confounds, Not that it wounds But tickles still the sore.
These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
So dying love lives still:
Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! Hey ho!
Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.
Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day?
Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. chance my brother Troilus went not?
Helen. He hangs the lip at something;-you know all, lord Pandarus.
Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.-I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse.
Par. To a hair.
Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.
Helen. Commend me to your niece.
Pan. I will, sweet queen.
To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,
Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exe.
Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.
(1) Shafts of a carriage.
(2) The allusion is to bowling; what is now called the jack was formerly termed the mistress.
Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight:
My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse;
Enter Pandarus and Cressida.
Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.-Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me.-What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the fills,-Why do you not speak to her?--Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress.2 How now? a kiss in feefarm? build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel,3 for all the ducks i'the river: go to, go to.
Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here's
In witness whereof the parties interchangeably-Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire. [Exit Pan. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord?
Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me
Cres. Wished, my lord?-The gods grant!-O my lord!
Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now?
Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?
Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have
Tro. Fears make devils cherubins; they never see truly.
(3) The tercel is the male and the falcon the fe male hawk.
Tro. Are there such? such are not we: Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert, before his birth; and, being born, his addition1 shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord?
Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet?
Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.
Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord: if he flinch, chide me for it.
Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word, and my firm faith.
Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can tell you they'll stick where they are thrown. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me
Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day
Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win?
Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. Pan. Pretty, i'faith.
Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me ; "Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:
(1) Titles. (2) Ever. (3) Met with and equalled.
I am asham'd ;-O heavens! what have I done?-
Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning,
Cres. Pray you, content you. Tro. What offends you, lady? Cres. Sir, mine own company. Tro. Yourself.
You cannot shun
Cres. Let me go and try : I have a kind of self resides with you; But an unkind self, that itself will leave, To be another's fool. I would be gone : Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak so wisely.
Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;
And fell so roundly to a large confession,
Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, When time is old and hath forgot itself, When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, And mighty states characterless are grated To dusty nothing; yet let memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love, Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said—as
As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness.--Here I hold your hand; here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you_together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars; let all inconstant men be Troiluses, all false
(4) Comparison. (5) Conclude it.
women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pan-So do each lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death away.
And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here, Bed, chamber, Pandar, to provide this geer!
[Exeunt. SCENE III-The Grecian camp. Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas.
Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done
The advantage of the time prompts me aloud
Out of those many register'd in promise,
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore,) Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still denied: But this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, That their negotiations all must slack, Wanting his manage; and they will almost Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam, In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence Shall quite strike off all service I have done, In most accepted pain. Agam. Let Diomedes bear him, And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have What he requests of us.-Good Diomed, Furnish you fairly for this interchange: Withal, bring word-if Hector will to-morrow Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready.
Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden Which I am proud to bear. [Exe. Dio. and Cal. Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent. Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his
Please it our general to pass strangely2 by him,
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
(1) An instrument for tuning harps, &c.
Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught
Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general?
Nest. Nothing, my lord. Agam.
[Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit Men. Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? Ajax. How now, Patroclus?
Good morrow, Ajax.
Achil. Good morrow. Ajax.
Ay, and good next day too. [Exit Ajax. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd
To send their smiles before them to Achilles;
Achil. What, am I poor of late?
Hath any honour; but honour for those honours
Now, great Thetis' son?
Till it hath travell'd, and is married there
(3) Excellently endowed,
Who, in his circumstance,1 expressly proves-
The present eye praises the present object:
Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
And drave great Mars to faction.
I have strong reasons.
The voice again; or like a gate of steel
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this:
Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse;
Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,
Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours:
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand;
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me,
Those scraps are good deeds past: which are de- Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;
(1) Detail of argument.
Of this my privacy
Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
The providence that's in a watchful state,
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
Achil. I see, my reputation is at stake;
Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
(3) The descent of the deities to combat on ei ther side.