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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
Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love,
And fell so roundly to a large confession,
To angle for your thoughts; but you are wise,
Or else you love not, for to be wise, and love,
Exceeds man’s might; that dwells with gods above.
Tro. O ! that I thought it could be in a woman,
(As, if it can, I will presume in you)
To feed for aye her lamp and flame of love;
To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays:
Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,
That my integrity and truth to you
Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of such a winnow'd purity in love;
How were I then uplifted but, alas !
I am as true as truth's simplicity,
And simpler than the infancy of truth.
Cres. In that I’ll war with you.
Tro. O, virtuous fight !
When right with right wars who shall be most right.
True swains in love shall, in the world to come,
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes,
Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,
Want similes, truth tir’d with iteration,--
As true as steel, as plantage” to the moon,
As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre-
Yet, after all comparisons of truth,
As truth’s authentic author to be cited,
As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,
And sanctify the numbers.
Cres. Prophet may you be
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itself,
When waterdrops 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 false
As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son;
Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
As false as Cressid. - [TRoILUs kisses her."
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 constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokersbetween Pandars say, amen.
Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber; which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death : away ! [Ereunt.”
And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here,
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this gear ! [Erit.”
SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp.
Enter AGAMEMNoN, Ulysses, DioMEDEs, NEstoR, AJAX, MENELAUs, and CALCHAs.
Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Th' advantage of the time prompts me, aloud To call for recompense. Appeal" it to your mind, That, through the sight I bear in things above", I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession, Incurr'd a traitor's name; expos'd myself, From certain and possess'd conveniences, To doubtful fortunes; sequestering from me all That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition, Made tame and most familiar to my nature; And here, to do you service, am become
As new into the world, strange, unacquainted :
I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
To give me now a little benefit,
Out of those many registerd in promise,
Which, you say, live to come in my behalf.
Agam. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan ? Make
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, callid 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.
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 't is a burden
Which I am proud to bear.
(Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS.
Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent.
· Ulyss. Achilles stands i’ the entrance of his tent:
Please it our general to pass strangely by him,
As if he were forgot ; and princes all,
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him.
I will come last : 't is like, he'll question me,
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn’d on him?
If so, I have derision medicinable,
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink.
It may do good : pride hath no other glass
To show itself, but pride; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.
Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
A tuner of musical instruments.-Douce.
A form of strangeness as we pass along:
So do each lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.
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 with us?
Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general?
Nest. Nothing, my lord.
Agam. The better. [Exeunt AGAMEMNoN and NESTOR.
Achil. Good day, good day.
Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit MENELAUs.
Achil. What! does the cuckold scorn me?
Ajax. How now, Patroclus!
chil. Good morrow, Ajax.
Ajaac. Ha 2
chil. Good morrow.
Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Erit AJAX.
chil. What mean these fellows? Know they not
Patr. They pass by strangely; they were us’d to bend,
To send their smiles before them to Achilles;
To come as humbly, as they us’d to creep
To holy altars.
Achil. What! am I poor of late 2
'T is certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune,
Must fall out with men too: what the declin’d is,
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings but to the summer,
And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath any honour; but honour for those honours
That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers,
The love that lean'd on them, as slippery too,
Doth one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me :
Fortune and I are friends: I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did possess,
Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out
Something not worth in me such rich beholding
As they have often given. Here is Ulysses:
I'll interrupt his reading.
How now, Ulysses !
Now, great Thetis son!
[Looking up from his book.' Achil. What are you reading ? Ulyss.
A strange fellow here Writes me, that man-how dearly ever parted, How much in having, or without or in, Cannot make boast to have that which he hath, Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection; As when his yirtues shining upon others Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver. Achil.
This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here, in the face, The bearer knows not, but commends itself To others' eyes : nor doth the eye itself, That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,3 Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos’d Salutes each other with each other's form: For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell’d, and is mirror'd' there Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all,
Ulyss. I do not strain at the position, It is familiar, but at the author's drift; Who in his circumstance expressly proves, That no man is the lord of any thing, Though in and of him there be much consisting, Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended; which, like an arch, rever
berates The voice again; or like a gate of steel, Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat. I was much wrapt in this ; And apprehended here immediately The unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse ; That has he knows not what. Nature ! what things
there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use :
1 Not in f. 6. ? Endowed. 3 This and the previous line are not in the folio. - married : in f. e.