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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, 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 flames of love;
To keep her constancy in plight and youth,
Outliying 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.

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 authentick author to be cited,
As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,
And sanctify the numbers.

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

false As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, As fox to lainb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her son; Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, As false as Cressid.

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 call’d to the world's end after my name, call them allPandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen.

Tro. Amen.
Cres. Amen.

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-ty'd maidens here, Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer!




Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajar,

Menelaus, and Calchas. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done

you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove 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; séquest'ring 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 register'd in promise,

Which, you say, live to come in my

behalf. Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? make

demand, 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 denyd: But this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, That their negociations 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. Àgam.

Let Diomed 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.

[Exeunt Diomedes and Culchas.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent.
Ulyss. Achilles stands i’the entrance of his

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: 'Tis like, he'll question me,
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on

If so, I have derision med'cinable,
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 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

Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general?

Nest. Nothing, my lord.

The better.
[Ereunt Agamemnon and Nestor.

Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you?

[Exit Menelaus.
Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me?
Ajax. How now, Patroclus?

Good morrow, Ajax.

Achil. Good morrow.


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