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And fell so roundly to a large confession,
To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise,
Or else you love not: To be wife and love,
Exceeds man's might, and dwells with Gods above.

Troi. O, that I thought it could be in a woman,
(As, if it can, I will presume in you)
To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love,
To keep her constancy in plight and youth
Out-living Beauties outward; with a 'mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays!
Or, that persuasion could but once 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 up-lifted! but alas,
I am as true as Truih's fimplicity,
And fimpler than the infancy of truth.
Cre. In that I'll war with

Troi. O virtuous fight!
When Right with Right wars who shall be most



True fwains in love shall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Troilus; when their rhymes,
Full of proteft, of oath, and big compare,
Want similies: truth, tired with iteration,
As true as steel, as Plantage to the Moon,
As Sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
Asiron to adamant, as earth to th'center:
Yet after all comparisons of truth,
* As truth authentic, ever to be cited,
As true as Troilus, shall crown up the verse,
And fan&ify the numbers.

Cre. Prophet may you be!
If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itfelf,

* As truth's authentic author to be cited] . This Line should be
As Truth authentic, ever to be cited.


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When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy,
And blind Oblivion swallow'd Cities up,
And mighty States characterless are grated
To dufty Nothing ; yet let Memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falfhood! when they've said, as false
As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth;
As fox to lamb, 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 falfhood,
As false as Crefid.

Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it, I'll be the witness.--Here I hold

your hand; here sin's; if ever you prove false to one another, fince I have taken such pains to bring you together, let ali pitiful Goers-between be call'd to the world's end after my name ; call them all Pandars: let all inconstant mén be Troilus's, all false women Cressida's, and all brokers between Pandars : say, Amen.

Troi. Amen!
Cre. Amen!

Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will shew you a bedchamber; 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, and Pandar to provide this Geer!


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Changes to the Grecian Camp. Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajax,

Menelaus, and Calchas. Cal. OW, Princes, for the service I have done

you, Th' advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense : appear it to you,



That, through the fight I bear in things to come,
I have abandon's Troy, left my poffeffion,
Incurr'd a traitor's name, expos'd myself,
From certain and posseft conveniencies,
To doubtful fortunes ; fequeftered from 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, ftrange, unacquainted.
I do beleech you, as in way of taste,
To give me now a little benefit,
Out of those many registred in promise,
Which, you say, live to come in my behalf.
Aga. What wouldīt thou of us, Trojan? make

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 ftill deny'd: but this Antenor,
I know, is fuch a wrest in their affairs,
That their negotiations all muft slack,
Wanting his Manage ; and they will almost
Give us a Prince o'th' 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 pay.

Aga. Let Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Crefid hither: Calchas shall have
What he requests of us. Good Diomede,
Furnish you fairly for this enterchange ;
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.

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Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent:
Uly]: A CHILLES stands i’th’ 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 laft; 'tis like, he'll question me,
Why such unplausive eyes are benton him:
If so, I have decifion medicinable
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will fall have desire to drink.
It may do good: Pride hath no other glass
To shew itself, but pride; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.

Aga. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pafs 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.

Aga. What says Achilles? would he aught with us?
Neft. Would you, my lord, aught with the General?
Achil, No.
Neft. Nothing, my lord.
Aga. The better.
Achil. Good day, good day.
Men. How do you ? how do you ?
Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me?
Ajax. How now, Patroclus?
Achil. Good-morrow, Ajax.
Ajax. Ha?
Achil. Good-morrow.
Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exeunt.
Achil. What mean these fellows ? know they not
Achilles ?


Pat. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to

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 ?
'Tis certain, Greatness, once fall'n 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:
Shew not their mealy wings but to the summer ;
And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath honour, but is honour'd by those honours
That are without him; as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
Which, when they fall, (as being shipp'ry standers)
The love that lean'd on them, as flipp’ry 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 in me not worth that rich beholding,
As they have often giv'n. Here is Ulysses.
I'll interrupt his reading.- Now, Ulylles ?

Uly/. Now, Thetis' son!
Achil. What are you reading?
Ułyl. 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 virtues shining upon others
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.

Achil. This is not strange, Ulylles.
The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itself.

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