Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! [aside. Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist, I'll Over the face. [bash him Agam. O, no, you shall not go, Ajar. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his Let me go to him. [pride: Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. Ajar. A paltry, insolent fellow, Nest. How he describes Himself! Ajar. Can he not be sociable? Ulyss. The raven Chides blackness. Ajax. I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should Ulyss. If he were proud? Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck He should eat swords first: shall pride carry it? [aside. [aside. : Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [aside. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike. [to Agamemnon. Nest. O noble general, do not do so. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm, SCENE 1. Ajax. Shall I call you father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. [Achilles Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Keeps thicket. Please it our great general To call together all his state of war; Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow, We must with all our main of power stand fast: And here's a lord,-come knights from east to west, And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. [exeunt. ACT III. TROY. A ROOM IN PRIAM'S PALACE. Seru. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better. Serv. You are in a state of grace. [music within. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordahip are my titles:What music is this? Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is music in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians? Serv. Wholly, sir. Pan. Who play they to? Serv. To the hearers, sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music. Pan. Command, I mean, friend. Serv. Who shall I command, sir? 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 heartblood of beauty, love's invisible soul, Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida? Serv. No, sir, Helen; could you not find out that by her attributes? Par. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business Reeths. 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 twain. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, them three. indeed! 1 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. fits. Pan. Truly, lady, no. Helen. O, sir,— Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Pan. I have bus'ness to my lord, dear queen: 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 Troilus Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends himself most affectionately to you. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now. By my troth, Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Pan. In good troth, it begins so: Love, love, nothing but love, still more! But tickles still the sore. These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! So dying love lives still: Oh! oh! awhile, but 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 ripers: is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day? 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 Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, queen, i'faith. [offence. and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour armed to-night, but my Nell would not have it Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that so. How chance my brother Troilus went not? shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for Helen. He hangs the lip at something;-you such words; no, no.-. -And, my lord, he desires know all, lord Pandarus. 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, 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. 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. [exit. A retreat sounded. Par. They are come from field let us to Priam's hall, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing Yea, overshines ourself. you have, sweet queen. Pur. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [exeunt. SCENE II. THE SAME. PANDA RUS' ORCHARD. Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting. Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my cousin Cressida's ? —In witness whereof the parties interchangeably Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire. [erit Pandarus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thus? thither. Enter Troilus. Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Tro. Sirrah, walk off. [exit Servant. Pan. Have you seen my cousin? Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks, Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, And give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the lily beds Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, And fly with me to Cressid! Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her straight. [exit Pandarus. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet, That it enchants my sense; what will it be, I fear it much; and I do fear besides, Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :-she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [exit Pand. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom. 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. A las 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. How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, 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 Cres. Wished, my lord?—The gods grant! O, my lord! 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 eyes. Tro. Fears make devils cherubims; they never see truly. Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear to fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking.it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit. Cres. They say, all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more thau the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the acts of hares, are they not monsters? 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 addition 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 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 heart:Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day, For many weary months. [win? Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to lord, With the first glance that ever- But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not; Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; 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: I am asham'd;-O heavens! what have I done?— For this time will I take my leave, my lord. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid? Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning, Cres. Pray you, content you. mana Cres. Sir, mine own company. Yourself. Cres. Let me go and try: I have a kind of self resides with you; Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft And fell so roundly to a large confession, Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, 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. Tro. O virtuous fight, Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration,— Cres. Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, 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 call'd to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars: let all inconstant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokersbetween 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-tied maidens here, Bed, chamber, Pandar, to provide this gear! [exeunt. SCENE III. THE GRECIAN CAMP. Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes Nestor, you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud 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, When right with right wars, who shall be most Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. right! True swains in love shall, in the world to come, Approve their truths by Troilus: when their Textorhymes, Full of protest, and oath, and big compare, Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? make demand. an Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd' Antenu, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear, Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore,) Achil. What, am I poor of late? Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange, Agam. Let Diomed bear him, 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with for. Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, ex. 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, Lay negligent and loose regard upon him :- If so, I have derision med'cinable, To use between your strangeness and his pride, Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Achil. No. Nest. Nothing, my lord. Agam. The better. The love that lean'd on them, as slippery too, Writes me, that man-how dearly ever parted, Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. It is familiar; but at the author's drift: (Though in and of him there be much consisting) [exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Nor doth he of himself know them for aught, Achil. Good day, good day. Achil. Good morrow. Ajar. Ay, and good next day too. [exit Ajar. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles? Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd To send their siniles before them to Achilles; Till he behold them form'd in the applause, The voice again; or, like a gate of steel Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use! |