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The History of Troilus and Cressida

ACT I

SCENE I. Troy. Before Priam's palace.

TROILUSCall here my varlet; I'll unarm again:
Why should I war without the walls of Troy,
That find such cruel battle here within?
Each Trojan that is master of his heart,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none.
PANDARUSWill this gear ne'er be mended?
TROILUSThe Greeks are strong and skilful to their strength,
Fierce to their skill and to their fierceness valiant;
But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance,
Less valiant than the virgin in the night
And skilless as unpractised infancy.
PANDARUSWell, I have told you enough of this: for my part,
I'll not meddle nor make no further. He that will
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding.
TROILUSHave I not tarried?
PANDARUSAy, the grinding; but you must tarry
the bolting.
TROILUSHave I not tarried?
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Ay, the bolting, but you must tarry the leavening.
TROILUSStill have I tarried.
PANDARUSAy, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word
'hereafter' the kneading, the making of the cake, the
heating of the oven and the baking; nay, you must
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.
TROILUSPatience herself, what goddess e'er she be,
Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.
At Priam's royal table do I sit;
And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, —
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30So, traitor! 'When she comes!' When is she thence?
PANDARUSWell, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw
her look, or any woman else.
TROILUSI was about to tell thee: — when my heart,
As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,
I have, as when the sun doth light a storm,
Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,
Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 40An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's —
well, go to — there were no more comparison between
the women: but, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I
would not, as they term it, praise her: but I would
somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit, but —
TROILUSO Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, —
When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd,
Reply not in how many fathoms deep
They lie indrench'd. I tell thee I am mad
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50In Cressid's love: thou answer'st 'she is fair;'
Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice,
Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure
The cygnet's down is harsh and spirit of sense
Hard as the palm of ploughman: this thou tell'st me,
As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her;
But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me
The knife that made it.
PANDARUSI speak no more than truth.
TROILUSThou dost not speak so much.
PANDARUSFaith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be
not, she has the mends in her own hands.
TROILUSGood Pandarus, how now, Pandarus!
PANDARUSI have had my labour for my travail; ill-thought on of
her and ill-thought on of you; gone between and
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70between, but small thanks for my labour.
TROILUSWhat, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me?
PANDARUSBecause she's kin to me, therefore she's not so fair
as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as
fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75I? I care not an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.
TROILUSSay I she is not fair?
PANDARUSI do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to
stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and so
I'll tell her the next time I see her: for my part,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80I'll meddle nor make no more i' the matter.
TROILUSPandarus, —
PANDARUSNot I.
TROILUSSweet Pandarus, —
PANDARUSPray you, speak no more to me: I will leave all as I
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85found it, and there an end.
TROILUSPeace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds!
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
I cannot fight upon this argument;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90It is too starved a subject for my sword.
But Pandarus, — O gods, how do you plague me!
I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;
And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo.
As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?
Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl:
Between our Ilium and where she resides,
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandar
Our doubtful hope, our convoy and our bark.
AENEASHow now, Prince Troilus! wherefore not afield?
TROILUSBecause not there: this woman's answer sorts,
For womanish it is to be from thence.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105What news, AEneas, from the field to-day?
AENEASThat Paris is returned home and hurt.
TROILUSBy whom, AEneas?
AENEASTroilus, by Menelaus.
TROILUSLet Paris bleed; 'tis but a scar to scorn;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn.
AENEASHark, what good sport is out of town to-day!
TROILUSBetter at home, if 'would I might' were 'may.'
But to the sport abroad: are you bound thither?
AENEASIn all swift haste.
TROILUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 115Come, go we then together.

ACT I

SCENE II. The Same. A street.

CRESSIDAWho were those went by?
ALEXANDERQueen Hecuba and Helen.
CRESSIDAAnd whither go they?
ALEXANDERUp to the eastern tower,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was moved:
He chid Andromache and struck his armourer,
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10Before the sun rose he was harness'd light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
In Hector's wrath.
CRESSIDAWhat was his cause of anger?
ALEXANDERAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 15The noise goes, this: there is among the Greeks
A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
They call him Ajax.
CRESSIDAGood; and what of him?
ALEXANDERThey say he is a very man per se,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20And stands alone.
CRESSIDASo do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.
ALEXANDERThis man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their
particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion,
churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 25into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his
valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with
discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that he
hath not a glimpse of, nor any man an attaint but he
carries some stain of it: he is melancholy without
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30cause, and merry against the hair: he hath the
joints of every thing, but everything so out of joint
that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use,
or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.
CRESSIDABut how should this man, that makes
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 35me smile, make Hector angry?
ALEXANDERThey say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle and
struck him down, the disdain and shame whereof hath
ever since kept Hector fasting and waking.
CRESSIDAWho comes here?
ALEXANDERAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 40Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
CRESSIDAHector's a gallant man.
ALEXANDERAs may be in the world, lady.
PANDARUSWhat's that? what's that?
CRESSIDAGood morrow, uncle Pandarus.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 45Good morrow, cousin Cressid: what do you talk of?
Good morrow, Alexander. How do you, cousin? When
were you at Ilium?
CRESSIDAThis morning, uncle.
PANDARUSWhat were you talking of when I came? Was Hector
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 50armed and gone ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not
up, was she?
CRESSIDAHector was gone, but Helen was not up.
PANDARUSEven so: Hector was stirring early.
CRESSIDAThat were we talking of, and of his anger.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Was he angry?
CRESSIDASo he says here.
PANDARUSTrue, he was so: I know the cause too: he'll lay
about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there's
Troilus will not come far behind him: let them take
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 60heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too.
CRESSIDAWhat, is he angry too?
PANDARUSWho, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two.
CRESSIDAO Jupiter! there's no comparison.
PANDARUSWhat, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65man if you see him?
CRESSIDAAy, if I ever saw him before and knew him.
PANDARUSWell, I say Troilus is Troilus.
CRESSIDAThen you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is not Hector.
PANDARUSNo, nor Hector is not Troilus in some degrees.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 70'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
PANDARUSHimself! Alas, poor Troilus! I would he were.
CRESSIDASo he is.
PANDARUSCondition, I had gone barefoot to India.
CRESSIDAHe is not Hector.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 75Himself! no, he's not himself: would a' were
himself! Well, the gods are above; time must friend
or end: well, Troilus, well: I would my heart were
in her body. No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
CRESSIDAExcuse me.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 80He is elder.
CRESSIDAPardon me, pardon me.
PANDARUSTh' other's not come to't; you shall tell me another
tale, when th' other's come to't. Hector shall not
have his wit this year.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 85He shall not need it, if he have his own.
PANDARUSNor his qualities.
CRESSIDANo matter.
PANDARUSNor his beauty.
CRESSIDA'Twould not become him; his own's better.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 90You have no judgment, niece: Helen
herself swore th' other day, that Troilus, for
a brown favour — for so 'tis, I must confess, —
not brown neither, —
CRESSIDANo, but brown.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 95'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
CRESSIDATo say the truth, true and not true.
PANDARUSShe praised his complexion above Paris.
CRESSIDAWhy, Paris hath colour enough.
PANDARUSSo he has.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 100Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised
him above, his complexion is higher than his; he
having colour enough, and the other higher, is too
flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as
lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 105a copper nose.
PANDARUSI swear to you. I think Helen loves him better than Paris.
CRESSIDAThen she's a merry Greek indeed.
PANDARUSNay, I am sure she does. She came to him th' other
day into the compassed window, — and, you know, he
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 110has not past three or four hairs on his chin, —
CRESSIDAIndeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his
particulars therein to a total.
PANDARUSWhy, he is very young: and yet will he, within
three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 115Is he so young a man and so old a lifter?
PANDARUSBut to prove to you that Helen loves him: she came
and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin —
CRESSIDAJuno have mercy! how came it cloven?
PANDARUSWhy, you know 'tis dimpled: I think his smiling
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 120becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.
CRESSIDAO, he smiles valiantly.
PANDARUSDoes he not?
CRESSIDAO yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn.
PANDARUSWhy, go to, then: but to prove to you that Helen
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 125loves Troilus, —
CRESSIDATroilus will stand to the proof, if you'll
prove it so.
PANDARUSTroilus! why, he esteems her no more than I esteem
an addle egg.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 130If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle
head, you would eat chickens i' the shell.
PANDARUSI cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled
his chin: indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I
must needs confess, —
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 135Without the rack.
PANDARUSAnd she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.
CRESSIDAAlas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.
PANDARUSBut there was such laughing! Queen Hecuba laughed
that her eyes ran o'er.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 140With mill-stones.
PANDARUSAnd Cassandra laughed.
CRESSIDABut there was more temperate fire under the pot of
her eyes: did her eyes run o'er too?
PANDARUSAnd Hector laughed.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 145At what was all this laughing?
PANDARUSMarry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.
CRESSIDAAn't had been a green hair, I should have laughed
too.
PANDARUSThey laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 150What was his answer?
PANDARUSQuoth she, 'Here's but two and fifty hairs on your
chin, and one of them is white.
CRESSIDAThis is her question.
PANDARUSThat's true; make no question of that. 'Two and
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 155fifty hairs' quoth he, 'and one white: that white
hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons.'
'Jupiter!' quoth she, 'which of these hairs is Paris,
my husband? 'The forked one,' quoth he, 'pluck't
out, and give it him.' But there was such laughing!
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 160and Helen so blushed, an Paris so chafed, and all the
rest so laughed, that it passed.
CRESSIDASo let it now; for it has been while going by.
PANDARUSWell, cousin. I told you a thing yesterday; think on't.
CRESSIDASo I do.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 165I'll be sworn 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere
a man born in April.
CRESSIDAAnd I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle
against May.
PANDARUSHark! they are coming from the field: shall we
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 170stand up here, and see them as they pass toward
Ilium? good niece, do, sweet niece Cressida.
CRESSIDAAt your pleasure.
PANDARUSHere, here, here's an excellent place; here we may
see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 175names as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest.
CRESSIDASpeak not so loud.
PANDARUSThat's AEneas: is not that a brave man? he's one of
the flowers of Troy, I can tell you: but mark
Troilus; you shall see anon.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 180Who's that?
PANDARUSThat's Antenor: he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you;
and he's a man good enough, he's one o' the soundest
judgments in whosoever, and a proper man of person.
When comes Troilus? I'll show you Troilus anon: if
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 185he see me, you shall see him nod at me.
CRESSIDAWill he give you the nod?
PANDARUSYou shall see.
CRESSIDAIf he do, the rich shall have more.
PANDARUSThat's Hector, that, that, look you, that; there's a
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 190fellow! Go thy way, Hector! There's a brave man,
niece. O brave Hector! Look how he looks! there's
a countenance! is't not a brave man?
CRESSIDAO, a brave man!
PANDARUSIs a' not? it does a man's heart good. Look you
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 195what hacks are on his helmet! look you yonder, do
you see? look you there: there's no jesting;
there's laying on, take't off who will, as they say:
there be hacks!
CRESSIDABe those with swords?
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 200Swords! any thing, he cares not; an the devil come
to him, it's all one: by God's lid, it does one's
heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris.
Look ye yonder, niece; is't not a gallant man too,
is't not? Why, this is brave now. Who said he came
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 205hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do
Helen's heart good now, ha! Would I could see
Troilus now! You shall see Troilus anon.
CRESSIDAWho's that?
PANDARUSThat's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is. That's
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 210Helenus. I think he went not forth to-day. That's Helenus.
CRESSIDACan Helenus fight, uncle?
PANDARUSHelenus? no. Yes, he'll fight indifferent well. I
marvel where Troilus is. Hark! do you not hear the
people cry 'Troilus'? Helenus is a priest.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 215What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
PANDARUSWhere? yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus!
there's a man, niece! Hem! Brave Troilus! the
prince of chivalry!
CRESSIDAPeace, for shame, peace!
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 220Mark him; note him. O brave Troilus! Look well upon
him, niece: look you how his sword is bloodied, and
his helm more hacked than Hector's, and how he looks,
and how he goes! O admirable youth! he ne'er saw
three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way!
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 225Had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess,
he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris?
Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to
change, would give an eye to boot.
CRESSIDAHere come more.
PANDARUSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 230Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran!
porridge after meat! I could live and die i' the
eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look: the eagles
are gone: crows and daws, crows and daws! I had
rather be such a man as Troilus than Agamemnon and
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 235all Greece.
CRESSIDAThere is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.
PANDARUSAchilles! a drayman, a porter, a very camel.
CRESSIDAWell, well.
PANDARUS'Well, well!' why, have you any discretion? have
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 240you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not
birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood,
learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality,
and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
CRESSIDAAy, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 245in the pie, for then the man's date's out.
PANDARUSYou are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you
lie.
CRESSIDAUpon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to
defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 250honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to
defend all these: and at all these wards I lie, at a
thousand watches.
PANDARUSSay one of your watches.
CRESSIDANay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 255chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward what I would
not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took
the blow; unless it swell past hiding, and then it's
past watching.
PANDARUSYou are such another!
BoyAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 260Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.
PANDARUSWhere?
BoyAt your own house; there he unarms him.
PANDARUSGood boy, tell him I come.
I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.
CRESSIDAAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 265Adieu, uncle.
PANDARUSI'll be with you, niece, by and by.
CRESSIDATo bring, uncle?
PANDARUSAy, a token from Troilus.
CRESSIDABy the same token, you are a bawd.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 270Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,
He offers in another's enterprise;
But more in Troilus thousand fold I see
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be;
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 275Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
That she beloved knows nought that knows not this:
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:
That she was never yet that ever knew
Love got so sweet as when desire did sue.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 280Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:
Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech:
Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

ACT I

SCENE III. The Grecian camp. Before Agamemnon's tent.

AGAMEMNONPrinces,
What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
The ample proposition that hope makes
In all designs begun on earth below
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5Fails in the promised largeness: cheques and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd,
As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 10Nor, princes, is it matter new to us
That we come short of our suppose so far
That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls stand;
Sith every action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 15Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
And that unbodied figure of the thought
That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works,
And call them shames? which are indeed nought else
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 20But the protractive trials of great Jove
To find persistive constancy in men:
The fineness of which metal is not found
In fortune's love; for then the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25The hard and soft seem all affined and kin:
But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath mass or matter, by itself
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30Lies rich in virtue and unmingled.
NESTORWith due observance of thy godlike seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 35How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk!
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and anon behold
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 40The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moist elements,
Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rivall'd greatness? Either to harbour fled,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 45Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
Doth valour's show and valour's worth divide
In storms of fortune; for in her ray and brightness
The herd hath more annoyance by the breeze
Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 50Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And flies fled under shade, why, then the thing of courage
As roused with rage with rage doth sympathize,
And with an accent tuned in selfsame key
Retorts to chiding fortune.
ULYSSESAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 55Agamemnon,
Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit.
In whom the tempers and the minds of all
Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 60Besides the applause and approbation To which,
most mighty for thy place and sway,
And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life
I give to both your speeches, which were such
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 65Should hold up high in brass, and such again
As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,
Should with a bond of air, strong as the axle-tree
On which heaven rides, knit all the Greekish ears
To his experienced tongue, yet let it please both,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 70Thou great, and wise, to hear Ulysses speak.
AGAMEMNONSpeak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect
That matter needless, of importless burden,
Divide thy lips, than we are confident,
When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 75We shall hear music, wit and oracle.
ULYSSESTroy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master,
But for these instances.
The specialty of rule hath been neglected:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 80And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
When that the general is not like the hive
To whom the foragers shall all repair,
What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 85The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.
The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre
Observe degree, priority and place,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office and custom, in all line of order;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 90And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 95Sans cheque to good and bad: but when the planets
In evil mixture to disorder wander,
What plagues and what portents! what mutiny!
What raging of the sea! shaking of earth!
Commotion in the winds! frights, changes, horrors,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 100Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
The unity and married calm of states
Quite from their fixure! O, when degree is shaked,
Which is the ladder to all high designs,
Then enterprise is sick! How could communities,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 105Degrees in schools and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,
But by degree, stand in authentic place?
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 110Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores
And make a sop of all this solid globe:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 115Strength should be lord of imbecility,
And the rude son should strike his father dead:
Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong,
Between whose endless jar justice resides,
Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 120Then every thing includes itself in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;
And appetite, an universal wolf,
So doubly seconded with will and power,
Must make perforce an universal prey,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 125And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,
This chaos, when degree is suffocate,
Follows the choking.
And this neglection of degree it is
That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 130It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd
By him one step below, he by the next,
That next by him beneath; so every step,
Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 135Of pale and bloodless emulation:
And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,
Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,
Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.
NESTORMost wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 140The fever whereof all our power is sick.
AGAMEMNONThe nature of the sickness found, Ulysses,
What is the remedy?
ULYSSESThe great Achilles, whom opinion crowns
The sinew and the forehand of our host,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 145Having his ear full of his airy fame,
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
Lies mocking our designs: with him Patroclus
Upon a lazy bed the livelong day
Breaks scurril jests;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 150And with ridiculous and awkward action,
Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,
He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,
Thy topless deputation he puts on,
And, like a strutting player, whose conceit
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 155Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, —
Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming
He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 160'Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquared,
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd
Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling,
From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 165Cries 'Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just.
Now play me Nestor; hem, and stroke thy beard,
As he being drest to some oration.'
That's done, as near as the extremest ends
Of parallels, as like as Vulcan and his wife:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 170Yet god Achilles still cries 'Excellent!
'Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus,
Arming to answer in a night alarm.'
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age
Must be the scene of mirth; to cough and spit,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 175And, with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,
Shake in and out the rivet: and at this sport
Sir Valour dies; cries 'O, enough, Patroclus;
Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all
In pleasure of my spleen.' And in this fashion,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 180All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
Severals and generals of grace exact,
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Success or loss, what is or is not, serves
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 185As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
NESTORAnd in the imitation of these twain —
Who, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns
With an imperial voice — many are infect.
Ajax is grown self-will'd, and bears his head
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 190In such a rein, in full as proud a place
As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;
Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war,
Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites,
A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 195To match us in comparisons with dirt,
To weaken and discredit our exposure,
How rank soever rounded in with danger.
ULYSSESThey tax our policy, and call it cowardice,
Count wisdom as no member of the war,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 200Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
But that of hand: the still and mental parts,
That do contrive how many hands shall strike,
When fitness calls them on, and know by measure
Of their observant toil the enemies' weight, —
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 205Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:
They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war;
So that the ram that batters down the wall,
For the great swing and rudeness of his poise,
They place before his hand that made the engine,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 210Or those that with the fineness of their souls
By reason guide his execution.
NESTORLet this be granted, and Achilles' horse
Makes many Thetis' sons.
AGAMEMNONWhat trumpet? look, Menelaus.
MENELAUSAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 215From Troy.
AGAMEMNONWhat would you 'fore our tent?
AENEASIs this great Agamemnon's tent, I pray you?
AGAMEMNONEven this.
AENEASMay one, that is a herald and a prince,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 220Do a fair message to his kingly ears?
AGAMEMNONWith surety stronger than Achilles' arm
'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice
Call Agamemnon head and general.
AENEASFair leave and large security. How may
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 225A stranger to those most imperial looks
Know them from eyes of other mortals?
AGAMEMNONHow!
AENEASAy;
I ask, that I might waken reverence,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 230And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The youthful Phoebus:
Which is that god in office, guiding men?
Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?
AGAMEMNONAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 235This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy
Are ceremonious courtiers.
AENEASCourtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd,
As bending angels; that's their fame in peace:
But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 240Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and,
Jove's accord,
Nothing so full of heart. But peace, AEneas,
Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips!
The worthiness of praise distains his worth,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 245If that the praised himself bring the praise forth:
But what the repining enemy commends,
That breath fame blows; that praise, sole sure,
transcends.
AGAMEMNONSir, you of Troy, call you yourself AEneas?
AENEASAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 250Ay, Greek, that is my name.
AGAMEMNONWhat's your affair I pray you?
AENEASSir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears.
AGAMEMNONHe hears naught privately that comes from Troy.
AENEASNor I from Troy come not to whisper him:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 255I bring a trumpet to awake his ear,
To set his sense on the attentive bent,
And then to speak.
AGAMEMNONSpeak frankly as the wind;
It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 260That thou shalt know. Trojan, he is awake,
He tells thee so himself.
AENEASTrumpet, blow loud,
Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;
And every Greek of mettle, let him know,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 265What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.
We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy
A prince call'd Hector, — Priam is his father, —
Who in this dull and long-continued truce
Is rusty grown: he bade me take a trumpet,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 270And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords!
If there be one among the fair'st of Greece
That holds his honour higher than his ease,
That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril,
That knows his valour, and knows not his fear,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 275That loves his mistress more than in confession,
With truant vows to her own lips he loves,
And dare avow her beauty and her worth
In other arms than hers, — to him this challenge.
Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 280Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,
He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,
Than ever Greek did compass in his arms,
And will to-morrow with his trumpet call
Midway between your tents and walls of Troy,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 285To rouse a Grecian that is true in love:
If any come, Hector shall honour him;
If none, he'll say in Troy when he retires,
The Grecian dames are sunburnt and not worth
The splinter of a lance. Even so much.
AGAMEMNONAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 290This shall be told our lovers, Lord AEneas;
If none of them have soul in such a kind,
We left them all at home: but we are soldiers;
And may that soldier a mere recreant prove,
That means not, hath not, or is not in love!
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 295If then one is, or hath, or means to be,
That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he.
NESTORTell him of Nestor, one that was a man
When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now;
But if there be not in our Grecian host
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 300One noble man that hath one spark of fire,
To answer for his love, tell him from me
I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver
And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn,
And meeting him will tell him that my lady
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 305Was fairer than his grandam and as chaste
As may be in the world: his youth in flood,
I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood.
AENEASNow heavens forbid such scarcity of youth!
ULYSSESAmen.
AGAMEMNONAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 310Fair Lord AEneas, let me touch your hand;
To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.
Achilles shall have word of this intent;
So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent:
Yourself shall feast with us before you go
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 315And find the welcome of a noble foe.
ULYSSESNestor!
NESTORWhat says Ulysses?
ULYSSESI have a young conception in my brain;
Be you my time to bring it to some shape.
NESTORAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 320What is't?
ULYSSESThis 'tis:
Blunt wedges rive hard knots: the seeded pride
That hath to this maturity blown up
In rank Achilles must or now be cropp'd,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 325Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,
To overbulk us all.
NESTORWell, and how?
ULYSSESThis challenge that the gallant Hector sends,
However it is spread in general name,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 330Relates in purpose only to Achilles.
NESTORThe purpose is perspicuous even as substance,
Whose grossness little characters sum up:
And, in the publication, make no strain,
But that Achilles, were his brain as barren
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 335As banks of Libya, — though, Apollo knows,
'Tis dry enough, — will, with great speed of judgment,
Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose
Pointing on him.
ULYSSESAnd wake him to the answer, think you?
NESTORAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 340Yes, 'tis most meet: whom may you else oppose,
That can from Hector bring his honour off,
If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat,
Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;
For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 345With their finest palate: and trust to me, Ulysses,
Our imputation shall be oddly poised
In this wild action; for the success,
Although particular, shall give a scantling
Of good or bad unto the general;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 350And in such indexes, although small pricks
To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of things to come at large. It is supposed
He that meets Hector issues from our choice
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 355And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,
Makes merit her election, and doth boil,
As 'twere from us all, a man distill'd
Out of our virtues; who miscarrying,
What heart receives from hence the conquering part,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 360To steel a strong opinion to themselves?
Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments,
In no less working than are swords and bows
Directive by the limbs.
ULYSSESGive pardon to my speech:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 365Therefore 'tis meet Achilles meet not Hector.
Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares,
And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,
The lustre of the better yet to show,
Shall show the better. Do not consent
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 370That ever Hector and Achilles meet;
For both our honour and our shame in this
Are dogg'd with two strange followers.
NESTORI see them not with my old eyes: what are they?
ULYSSESWhat glory our Achilles shares from Hector,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 375Were he not proud, we all should share with him:
But he already is too insolent;
And we were better parch in Afric sun
Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Should he 'scape Hector fair: if he were foil'd,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 380Why then, we did our main opinion crush
In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery;
And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
The sort to fight with Hector: among ourselves
Give him allowance for the better man;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 385For that will physic the great Myrmidon
Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall
His crest that prouder than blue Iris bends.
If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
We'll dress him up in voices: if he fail,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 390Yet go we under our opinion still
That we have better men. But, hit or miss,
Our project's life this shape of sense assumes:
Ajax employ'd plucks down Achilles' plumes.
NESTORUlysses,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 395Now I begin to relish thy advice;
And I will give a taste of it forthwith
To Agamemnon: go we to him straight.
Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone
Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone.

ACT II

SCENE I. A part of the Grecian camp.

AJAXThersites!
THERSITESAgamemnon, how if he had boils? full, all over,
generally?
AJAXThersites!
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 5And those boils did run? say so: did not the
general run then? were not that a botchy core?
AJAXDog!
THERSITESThen would come some matter from him; I see none now.
AJAXThou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear?
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10Feel, then.
THERSITESThe plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel
beef-witted lord!
AJAXSpeak then, thou vinewedst leaven, speak: I will
beat thee into handsomeness.
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 15I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness: but,
I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration than
thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike,
canst thou? a red murrain o' thy jade's tricks!
AJAXToadstool, learn me the proclamation.
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 20Dost thou think I have no sense, thou strikest me thus?
AJAXThe proclamation!
THERSITESThou art proclaimed a fool, I think.
AJAXDo not, porpentine, do not: my fingers itch.
THERSITESI would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25the scratching of thee; I would make thee the
loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou art forth in
the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another.
AJAXI say, the proclamation!
THERSITESThou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30and thou art as full of envy at his greatness as
Cerberus is at Proserpine's beauty, ay, that thou
barkest at him.
AJAXMistress Thersites!
THERSITESThou shouldest strike him.
AJAXAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 35Cobloaf!
THERSITESHe would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a
sailor breaks a biscuit.
AJAX You whoreson cur!
THERSITESDo, do.
AJAXAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 40Thou stool for a witch!
THERSITESAy, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no
more brain than I have in mine elbows; an assinego
may tutor thee: thou scurvy-valiant ass! thou art
here but to thrash Trojans; and thou art bought and
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 45sold among those of any wit, like a barbarian slave.
If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and
tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no
bowels, thou!
AJAXYou dog!
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 50You scurvy lord!
AJAX You cur!
THERSITESMars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel; do, do.
ACHILLESWhy, how now, Ajax! wherefore do you thus? How now,
Thersites! what's the matter, man?
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 55You see him there, do you?
ACHILLESAy; what's the matter?
THERSITESNay, look upon him.
ACHILLESSo I do: what's the matter?
THERSITESNay, but regard him well.
ACHILLESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 60'Well!' why, I do so.
THERSITESBut yet you look not well upon him; for whosoever you
take him to be, he is Ajax.
ACHILLESI know that, fool.
THERSITESAy, but that fool knows not himself.
AJAXAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 65Therefore I beat thee.
THERSITESLo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he utters! his
evasions have ears thus long. I have bobbed his
brain more than he has beat my bones: I will buy
nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia mater is not
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 70worth the nineth part of a sparrow. This lord,
Achilles, Ajax, who wears his wit in his belly and
his guts in his head, I'll tell you what I say of
him.
ACHILLESWhat?
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 75I say, this Ajax —
ACHILLESNay, good Ajax.
THERSITESHas not so much wit —
ACHILLESNay, I must hold you.
THERSITESAs will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for whom he
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 80comes to fight.
ACHILLESPeace, fool!
THERSITESI would have peace and quietness, but the fool will
not: he there: that he: look you there.
AJAXO thou damned cur! I shall —
ACHILLESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 85Will you set your wit to a fool's?
THERSITESNo, I warrant you; for a fools will shame it.
PATROCLUSGood words, Thersites.
ACHILLESWhat's the quarrel?
AJAXI bade the vile owl go learn me the tenor of the
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 90proclamation, and he rails upon me.
THERSITESI serve thee not.
AJAXWell, go to, go to.
THERSITESI serve here voluntarily.
ACHILLESYour last service was sufferance, 'twas not
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 95voluntary: no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was
here the voluntary, and you as under an impress.
THERSITESE'en so; a great deal of your wit, too, lies in your
sinews, or else there be liars. Hector have a great
catch, if he knock out either of your brains: a'
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 100were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.
ACHILLESWhat, with me too, Thersites?
THERSITESThere's Ulysses and old Nestor, whose wit was mouldy
ere your grandsires had nails on their toes, yoke you
like draught-oxen and make you plough up the wars.
ACHILLESAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 105What, what?
THERSITESYes, good sooth: to, Achilles! to, Ajax! to!
AJAXI shall cut out your tongue.
THERSITES'Tis no matter! I shall speak as much as thou
afterwards.
PATROCLUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 110No more words, Thersites; peace!
THERSITESI will hold my peace when Achilles' brach bids me, shall I?
ACHILLESThere's for you, Patroclus.
THERSITESI will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I come
any more to your tents: I will keep where there is
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 115wit stirring and leave the faction of fools.
PATROCLUSA good riddance.
ACHILLESMarry, this, sir, is proclaim'd through all our host:
That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,
Will with a trumpet 'twixt our tents and Troy
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 120To-morrow morning call some knight to arms
That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare
Maintain — I know not what: 'tis trash. Farewell.
AJAXFarewell. Who shall answer him?
ACHILLESI know not: 'tis put to lottery; otherwise
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 125He knew his man.
AJAXO, meaning you. I will go learn more of it.

ACT II

SCENE II. Troy. A room in Priam's palace.

PRIAMAfter so many hours, lives, speeches spent,
Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks:
'Deliver Helen, and all damage else —
As honour, loss of time, travail, expense,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consumed
In hot digestion of this cormorant war —
Shall be struck off.' Hector, what say you to't?
HECTORThough no man lesser fears the Greeks than I
As far as toucheth my particular,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10Yet, dread Priam,
There is no lady of more softer bowels,
More spongy to suck in the sense of fear,
More ready to cry out 'Who knows what follows?'
Than Hector is: the wound of peace is surety,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15Surety secure; but modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go:
Since the first sword was drawn about this question,
Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours:
If we have lost so many tenths of ours,
To guard a thing not ours nor worth to us,
Had it our name, the value of one ten,
What merit's in that reason which denies
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25The yielding of her up?
TROILUSFie, fie, my brother!
Weigh you the worth and honour of a king
So great as our dread father in a scale
Of common ounces? will you with counters sum
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30The past proportion of his infinite?
And buckle in a waist most fathomless
With spans and inches so diminutive
As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame!
HELENUSNo marvel, though you bite so sharp at reasons,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35You are so empty of them. Should not our father
Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons,
Because your speech hath none that tells him so?
TROILUSYou are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest;
You fur your gloves with reason. Here are
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40your reasons:
You know an enemy intends you harm;
You know a sword employ'd is perilous,
And reason flies the object of all harm:
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45A Grecian and his sword, if he do set
The very wings of reason to his heels
And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Or like a star disorb'd? Nay, if we talk of reason,
Let's shut our gates and sleep: manhood and honour
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50Should have hare-hearts, would they but fat
their thoughts
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect
Make livers pale and lustihood deject.
HECTORBrother, she is not worth what she doth cost
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55The holding.
TROILUSWhat is aught, but as 'tis valued?
HECTORBut value dwells not in particular will;
It holds his estimate and dignity
As well wherein 'tis precious of itself
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry
To make the service greater than the god
And the will dotes that is attributive
To what infectiously itself affects,
Without some image of the affected merit.
TROILUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 65I take to-day a wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduct of my will;
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores
Of will and judgment: how may I avoid,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 70Although my will distaste what it elected,
The wife I chose? there can be no evasion
To blench from this and to stand firm by honour:
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant,
When we have soil'd them, nor the remainder viands
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75We do not throw in unrespective sieve,
Because we now are full. It was thought meet
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks:
Your breath of full consent bellied his sails;
The seas and winds, old wranglers, took a truce
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80And did him service: he touch'd the ports desired,
And for an old aunt whom the Greeks held captive,
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness
Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes stale the morning.
Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our aunt:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 85Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl,
Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships,
And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants.
If you'll avouch 'twas wisdom Paris went —
As you must needs, for you all cried 'Go, go,' —
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90If you'll confess he brought home noble prize —
As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands
And cried 'Inestimable!' — why do you now
The issue of your proper wisdoms rate,
And do a deed that fortune never did,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 95Beggar the estimation which you prized
Richer than sea and land? O, theft most base,
That we have stol'n what we do fear to keep!
But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stol'n,
That in their country did them that disgrace,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 100We fear to warrant in our native place!
CASSANDRA Cry, Trojans, cry!
PRIAMWhat noise? what shriek is this?
TROILUS'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice.
CASSANDRA Cry, Trojans!
HECTORAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 105It is Cassandra.
CASSANDRACry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes,
And I will fill them with prophetic tears.
HECTORPeace, sister, peace!
CASSANDRAVirgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled eld,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Add to my clamours! let us pay betimes
A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears!
Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all.
Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a woe:
Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go.
HECTORNow, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains
Of divination in our sister work
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 120Some touches of remorse? or is your blood
So madly hot that no discourse of reason,
Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Can qualify the same?
TROILUSWhy, brother Hector,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 125We may not think the justness of each act
Such and no other than event doth form it,
Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
Because Cassandra's mad: her brain-sick raptures
Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130Which hath our several honours all engaged
To make it gracious. For my private part,
I am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons:
And Jove forbid there should be done amongst us
Such things as might offend the weakest spleen
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 135To fight for and maintain!
PARISElse might the world convince of levity
As well my undertakings as your counsels:
But I attest the gods, your full consent
Gave wings to my propension and cut off
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 140All fears attending on so dire a project.
For what, alas, can these my single arms?
What Propugnation is in one man's valour,
To stand the push and enmity of those
This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 145Were I alone to pass the difficulties
And had as ample power as I have will,
Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done,
Nor faint in the pursuit.
PRIAMParis, you speak
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 150Like one besotted on your sweet delights:
You have the honey still, but these the gall;
So to be valiant is no praise at all.
PARISSir, I propose not merely to myself
The pleasures such a beauty brings with it;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 155But I would have the soil of her fair rape
Wiped off, in honourable keeping her.
What treason were it to the ransack'd queen,
Disgrace to your great worths and shame to me,
Now to deliver her possession up
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 160On terms of base compulsion! Can it be
That so degenerate a strain as this
Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?
There's not the meanest spirit on our party
Without a heart to dare or sword to draw
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 165When Helen is defended, nor none so noble
Whose life were ill bestow'd or death unfamed
Where Helen is the subject; then, I say,
Well may we fight for her whom, we know well,
The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
HECTORAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 170Paris and Troilus, you have both said well,
And on the cause and question now in hand
Have glozed, but superficially: not much
Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought
Unfit to hear moral philosophy:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 175The reasons you allege do more conduce
To the hot passion of distemper'd blood
Than to make up a free determination
'Twixt right and wrong, for pleasure and revenge
Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 180Of any true decision. Nature craves
All dues be render'd to their owners: now,
What nearer debt in all humanity
Than wife is to the husband? If this law
Of nature be corrupted through affection,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 185And that great minds, of partial indulgence
To their benumbed wills, resist the same,
There is a law in each well-order'd nation
To curb those raging appetites that are
Most disobedient and refractory.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 190If Helen then be wife to Sparta's king,
As it is known she is, these moral laws
Of nature and of nations speak aloud
To have her back return'd: thus to persist
In doing wrong extenuates not wrong,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 195But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion
Is this in way of truth; yet ne'ertheless,
My spritely brethren, I propend to you
In resolution to keep Helen still,
For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 200Upon our joint and several dignities.
TROILUSWhy, there you touch'd the life of our design:
Were it not glory that we more affected
Than the performance of our heaving spleens,
I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 205Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector,
She is a theme of honour and renown,
A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds,
Whose present courage may beat down our foes,
And fame in time to come canonize us;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 210For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose
So rich advantage of a promised glory
As smiles upon the forehead of this action
For the wide world's revenue.
HECTORI am yours,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 215You valiant offspring of great Priamus.
I have a roisting challenge sent amongst
The dun and factious nobles of the Greeks
Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits:
I was advertised their great general slept,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 220Whilst emulation in the army crept:
This, I presume, will wake him.

ACT II

SCENE III. The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.

THERSITESHow now, Thersites! what lost in the labyrinth of
thy fury! Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? He
beats me, and I rail at him: O, worthy satisfaction!
would it were otherwise; that I could beat him,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5whilst he railed at me. 'Sfoot, I'll learn to
conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of
my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a
rare enginer! If Troy be not taken till these two
undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus,
forget that thou art Jove, the king of gods and,
Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy
caduceus, if ye take not that little, little less
than little wit from them that they have! which
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant
scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly
from a spider, without drawing their massy irons and
cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the
whole camp! or rather, the bone-ache! for that,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20methinks, is the curse dependent on those that war
for a placket. I have said my prayers and devil Envy
say Amen. What ho! my Lord Achilles!
PATROCLUSWho's there? Thersites! Good Thersites, come in and rail.
THERSITESIf I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25wouldst not have slipped out of my contemplation: but
it is no matter; thyself upon thyself! The common
curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in
great revenue! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and
discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30direction till thy death! then if she that lays thee
out says thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and
sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars.
Amen. Where's Achilles?
PATROCLUSWhat, art thou devout? wast thou in prayer?
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 35Ay: the heavens hear me!
ACHILLESWho's there?
PATROCLUSThersites, my lord.
ACHILLESWhere, where? Art thou come? why, my cheese, my
digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40my table so many meals? Come, what's Agamemnon?
THERSITESThy commander, Achilles. Then tell me, Patroclus,
what's Achilles?
PATROCLUSThy lord, Thersites: then tell me, I pray thee,
what's thyself?
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Thy knower, Patroclus: then tell me, Patroclus,
what art thou?
PATROCLUSThou mayst tell that knowest.
ACHILLESO, tell, tell.
THERSITESI'll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus'
knower, and Patroclus is a fool.
PATROCLUSYou rascal!
THERSITESPeace, fool! I have not done.
ACHILLESHe is a privileged man. Proceed, Thersites.
THERSITESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 55Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites
is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
ACHILLESDerive this; come.
THERSITESAgamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles;
Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 60Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool, and
Patroclus is a fool positive.
PATROCLUSWhy am I a fool?
THERSITESMake that demand of the prover. It suffices me thou
art. Look you, who comes here?
ACHILLESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 65Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody.
Come in with me, Thersites.
THERSITESHere is such patchery, such juggling and such
knavery! all the argument is a cuckold and a
whore; a good quarrel to draw emulous factions
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 70and bleed to death upon. Now, the dry serpigo on
the subject! and war and lechery confound all!
AGAMEMNONWhere is Achilles?
PATROCLUSWithin his tent; but ill disposed, my lord.
AGAMEMNONLet it be known to him that we are here.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 75He shent our messengers; and we lay by
Our appertainments, visiting of him:
Let him be told so; lest perchance he think
We dare not move the question of our place,
Or know not what we are.
PATROCLUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 80I shall say so to him.
ULYSSESWe saw him at the opening of his tent:
He is not sick.
AJAXYes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you may call it
melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 85head, 'tis pride: but why, why? let him show us the
cause. A word, my lord.
NESTORWhat moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
ULYSSESAchilles hath inveigled his fool from him.
NESTORWho, Thersites?
ULYSSESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 90He.
NESTORThen will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost his argument.
ULYSSESNo, you see, he is his argument that has his
argument, Achilles.
NESTORAll the better; their fraction is more our wish than
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 95their faction: but it was a strong composure a fool
could disunite.
ULYSSESThe amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily
untie. Here comes Patroclus.
NESTORNo Achilles with him.
ULYSSESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 100The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy:
his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
PATROCLUSAchilles bids me say, he is much sorry,
If any thing more than your sport and pleasure
Did move your greatness and this noble state
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 105To call upon him; he hopes it is no other
But for your health and your digestion sake,
And after-dinner's breath.
AGAMEMNONHear you, Patroclus:
We are too well acquainted with these answers:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 110But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn,
Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
Much attribute he hath, and much the reason
Why we ascribe it to him; yet all his virtues,
Not virtuously on his own part beheld,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 115Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss,
Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him,
We come to speak with him; and you shall not sin,
If you do say we think him over-proud
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 120And under-honest, in self-assumption greater
Than in the note of judgment; and worthier
than himself
Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on,
Disguise the holy strength of their command,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 125And underwrite in an observing kind
His humorous predominance; yea, watch
His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if
The passage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and add,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 130That if he overhold his price so much,
We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine
Not portable, lie under this report:
'Bring action hither, this cannot go to war:
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 135Before a sleeping giant.' Tell him so.
PATROCLUSI shall; and bring his answer presently.
AGAMEMNONIn second voice we'll not be satisfied;
We come to speak with him. Ulysses, enter you.
AJAXWhat is he more than another?
AGAMEMNONAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 140No more than what he thinks he is.
AJAXIs he so much? Do you not think he thinks himself a
better man than I am?
AGAMEMNONNo question.
AJAXWill you subscribe his thought, and say he is?
AGAMEMNONAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 145No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as
wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether
more tractable.
AJAXWhy should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I
know not what pride is.
AGAMEMNONAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 150Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the
fairer. He that is proud eats up himself: pride is
his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle;
and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours
the deed in the praise.
AJAXAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 155I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
NESTORYet he loves himself: is't not strange?
ULYSSESAchilles will not to the field to-morrow.
AGAMEMNONWhat's his excuse?
ULYSSESHe doth rely on none,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 160But carries on the stream of his dispose
Without observance or respect of any,
In will peculiar and in self-admission.
AGAMEMNONWhy will he not upon our fair request
Untent his person and share the air with us?
ULYSSESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 165Things small as nothing, for request's sake only,
He makes important: possess'd he is with greatness,
And speaks not to himself but with a pride
That quarrels at self-breath: imagined worth
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 170That 'twixt his mental and his active parts
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages
And batters down himself: what should I say?
He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
Cry 'No recovery.'
AGAMEMNONAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 175Let Ajax go to him.
Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent:
'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led
At your request a little from himself.
ULYSSESO Agamemnon, let it not be so!
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 180We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
When they go from Achilles: shall the proud lord
That bastes his arrogance with his own seam
And never suffers matter of the world
Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 185And ruminate himself, shall he be worshipp'd
Of that we hold an idol more than he?
No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord
Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquired;
Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 190As amply titled as Achilles is,
By going to Achilles:
That were to enlard his fat already pride
And add more coals to Cancer when he burns
With entertaining great Hyperion.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 195This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid,
And say in thunder 'Achilles go to him.'
NESTOR O, this is well; he rubs the
vein of him.
DIOMEDES And how his silence drinks up
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 200this applause!
AJAXIf I go to him, with my armed fist I'll pash him o'er the face.
AGAMEMNONO, no, you shall not go.
AJAXAn a' be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride:
Let me go to him.
ULYSSESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 205Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
AJAXA paltry, insolent fellow!
NESTORHow he describes himself!
AJAXCan he not be sociable?
ULYSSESThe raven chides blackness.
AJAXAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 210I'll let his humours blood.
AGAMEMNONHe will be the physician that should be the patient.
AJAXAn all men were o' my mind, —
ULYSSESWit would be out of fashion.
AJAXA' should not bear it so, a' should eat swords first:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 215shall pride carry it?
NESTORAn 'twould, you'ld carry half.
ULYSSESA' would have ten shares.
AJAXI will knead him; I'll make him supple.
NESTORHe's not yet through warm: force him with praises:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 220pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.
ULYSSES My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.
NESTOROur noble general, do not do so.
DIOMEDESYou must prepare to fight without Achilles.
ULYSSESWhy, 'tis this naming of him does him harm.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 225Here is a man — but 'tis before his face;
I will be silent.
NESTORWherefore should you so?
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
ULYSSESKnow the whole world, he is as valiant.
AJAXAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 230A whoreson dog, that shall pelter thus with us!
Would he were a Trojan!
NESTORWhat a vice were it in Ajax now, —
ULYSSESIf he were proud, —
DIOMEDESOr covetous of praise, —
ULYSSESAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 235Ay, or surly borne, —
DIOMEDESOr strange, or self-affected!
ULYSSESThank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure;
Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:
Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 240Thrice famed, beyond all erudition:
But he that disciplined thy arms to fight,
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
And give him half: and, for thy vigour,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 245To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor;
Instructed by the antiquary times,
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 250Put pardon, father Nestor, were your days
As green as Ajax' and your brain so temper'd,
You should not have the eminence of him,
But be as Ajax.
AJAXShall I call you father?
NESTORAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 255Ay, my good son.
DIOMEDESBe ruled by him, Lord Ajax.
ULYSSESThere is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
Keeps thicket. Please it our great general
To call together all his state of war;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 260Fresh 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.
AGAMEMNONGo we to council. Let Achilles sleep:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 265Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

ACT III

SCENE I. Troy. Priam's palace.

PANDARUSFriend, you! pray you, a word: do not you follow
the young Lord Paris?
ServantAy, sir, when he goes before me.
PANDARUSYou depend upon him, I mean?
ServantAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 5Sir, I do depend upon the lord.
PANDARUSYou depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs
praise him.
ServantThe lord be praised!
PANDARUSYou know me, do you not?
ServantAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 10Faith, sir, superficially.
PANDARUSFriend, know me better; I am the Lord Pandarus.
ServantI hope I shall know your honour better.
PANDARUSI do desire it.
ServantYou are in the state of grace.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 15Grace! not so, friend: honour and lordship are my titles.
What music is this?
ServantI do but partly know, sir: it is music in parts.
PANDARUSKnow you the musicians?
ServantWholly, sir.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 20Who play they to?
ServantTo the hearers, sir.
PANDARUSAt whose pleasure, friend
ServantAt mine, sir, and theirs that love music.
PANDARUSCommand, I mean, friend.
ServantAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 25Who shall I command, sir?
PANDARUSFriend, we understand not one another: I am too
courtly and thou art too cunning. At whose request
do these men play?
ServantThat's to 't indeed, sir: marry, sir, at the request
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30of Paris my lord, who's there in person; with him,
the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's
invisible soul, —
PANDARUSWho, my cousin Cressida?
ServantNo, sir, Helen: could you not find out that by her
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35attributes?
PANDARUSIt 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 seethes.
ServantAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 40Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase indeed!
PANDARUSFair 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!
HELENAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 45Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
PANDARUSYou speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. Fair
prince, here is good broken music.
PARISYou have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you
shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50with a piece of your performance. Nell, he is full
of harmony.
PANDARUSTruly, lady, no.
HELENO, sir, —
PANDARUSRude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.
PARISAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 55Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.
PANDARUSI have business to my lord, dear queen. My lord,
will you vouchsafe me a word?
HELENNay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you
sing, certainly.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 60Well, sweet queen. you are pleasant with me. But,
marry, thus, my lord: my dear lord and most esteemed
friend, your brother Troilus, —
HELENMy Lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord, —
PANDARUSGo to, sweet queen, to go: — commends himself most
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65affectionately to you, —
HELENYou shall not bob us out of our melody: if you do,
our melancholy upon your head!
PANDARUSSweet queen, sweet queen! that's a sweet queen, i' faith.
HELENAnd to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 70Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall 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.
HELENMy Lord Pandarus, —
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 75What says my sweet queen, my very very sweet queen?
PARISWhat exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night?
HELENNay, but, my lord, —
PANDARUSWhat says my sweet queen? My cousin will fall out
with you. You must not know where he sups.
PARISAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 80I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.
PANDARUSNo, no, no such matter; you are wide: come, your
disposer is sick.
PARISWell, I'll make excuse.
PANDARUSAy, good my lord. Why should you say Cressida? no,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 85your poor disposer's sick.
PARISI spy.
PANDARUSYou spy! what do you spy? Come, give me an
instrument. Now, sweet queen.
HELENWhy, this is kindly done.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 90My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have,
sweet queen.
HELENShe shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.
PANDARUSHe! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain.
HELENFalling in, after falling out, may make them three.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 95Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing
you a song now.
HELENAy, ay, prithee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou
hast a fine forehead.
PANDARUSAy, you may, you may.
HELENAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 100Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all.
O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!
PANDARUSLove! ay, that it shall, i' faith.
PARISAy, good now, love, love, nothing but love.
PANDARUSIn good troth, it begins so.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 105Love, love, nothing but love, still more!
For, O, love's bow
Shoots buck and doe:
The shaft confounds,
Not that it wounds,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 110But tickles still the sore.
These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!
So dying love lives still:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 115Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
Heigh-ho!
HELENIn love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nose.
PARISHe eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 120blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot
thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.
PANDARUSIs 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
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 125a-field to-day?
PARISHector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the
gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day,
but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my
brother Troilus went not?
HELENAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 130He hangs the lip at something: you know all, Lord Pandarus.
PANDARUSNot I, honey-sweet queen. I long to hear how they
sped to-day. You'll remember your brother's excuse?
PARISTo a hair.
PANDARUSFarewell, sweet queen.
HELENAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 135Commend me to your niece.
PANDARUSI will, sweet queen.
PARISThey're come from field: let us to Priam's hall,
To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you
To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 140With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
Shall more obey than to the edge of steel
Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more
Than all the island kings, — disarm great Hector.
HELEN'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 145Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,
Yea, overshines ourself.
PARISSweet, above thought I love thee.

ACT III

SCENE II. The same. Pandarus' orchard.

PANDARUSHow now! where's thy master? at my cousin
Cressida's?
BoyNo, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither.
PANDARUSO, here he comes.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5How now, how now!
TROILUSSirrah, walk off.
PANDARUSHave you seen my cousin?
TROILUSNo, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
And give me swift transportance to those fields
Where I may wallow in the lily-beds
Proposed for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 15And fly with me to Cressid!
PANDARUSWalk here i' the orchard, I'll bring her straight.
TROILUSI am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense: what will it be,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20When that the watery palate tastes indeed
Love's thrice repured nectar? death, I fear me,
Swooning destruction, or some joy too fine,
Too subtle-potent, tuned too sharp in sweetness,
For the capacity of my ruder powers:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying.
PANDARUSShe's making her ready, she'll come straight: you
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30must 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.
TROILUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 35Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom:
My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse;
And all my powers do their bestowing lose,
Like vassalage at unawares encountering
The eye of majesty.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 40Come, 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45we'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
daylight! an 'twere dark, you'ld close sooner.
So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 50a 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.
TROILUSYou have bereft me of all words, lady.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 55Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll
bereave you o' 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.
CRESSIDAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 60Will you walk in, my lord?
TROILUSO Cressida, how often have I wished me thus!
CRESSIDAWished, my lord! The gods grant, — O my lord!
TROILUSWhat should they grant? what makes this pretty
abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65lady in the fountain of our love?
CRESSIDAMore dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
TROILUSFears make devils of cherubims; they never see truly.
CRESSIDABlind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer
footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70fear the worst oft cures the worse.
TROILUSO, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's
pageant there is presented no monster.
CRESSIDANor nothing monstrous neither?
TROILUSNothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75seas, 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 80desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
CRESSIDAThey say all lovers swear more performance than they
are able and yet reserve an ability that they never
perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten and
discharging less than the tenth part of one. They
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 85that have the voice of lions and the act of hares,
are they not monsters?
TROILUSAre 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 90shall 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 95speak truest not truer than Troilus.
CRESSIDAWill you walk in, my lord?
PANDARUSWhat, blushing still? have you not done talking yet?
CRESSIDAWell, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.
PANDARUSI thank you for that: if my lord get a boy of you,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 100you'll give him me. Be true to my lord: if he
flinch, chide me for it.
TROILUSYou know now your hostages; your uncle's word and my
firm faith.
PANDARUSNay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 105though 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.
CRESSIDABoldness comes to me now, and brings me heart.
Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 110For many weary months.
TROILUSWhy was my Cressid then so hard to win?
CRESSIDAHard to seem won: but I was won, my lord,
With the first glance that ever — pardon me —
If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 115I love you now; but not, till now, so much
But I might master it: in faith, I lie;
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown
Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 120When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
But, though I loved you well, I woo'd you not;
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man,
Or that we women had men's privilege
Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 125For in this rapture I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My very soul of counsel! stop my mouth.
TROILUSAnd shall, albeit sweet music issues thence.
PANDARUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 130Pretty, i' faith.
CRESSIDAMy lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:
I am ashamed. O heavens! what have I done?
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
TROILUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 135Your leave, sweet Cressid!
PANDARUSLeave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning, —
CRESSIDAPray you, content you.
TROILUSWhat offends you, lady?
CRESSIDASir, mine own company.
TROILUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 140You cannot shun Yourself.
CRESSIDALet 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:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 145Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
TROILUSWell know they what they speak that speak so wisely.
CRESSIDAPerchance, 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 150Or else you love not, for to be wise and love
Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.
TROILUSO that I thought it could be in a woman —
As, if it can, I will presume in you —
To feed for aye her ramp and flames of love;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 155To 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 160Might 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.
CRESSIDAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 165In that I'll war with you.
TROILUSO 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 170Full of protest, of oath and big compare,
Want similes, truth tired 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 175Yet, 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.
CRESSIDAProphet may you be!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 180If 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
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 185To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falsehood! when they've said 'as false
As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 190Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,'
'Yea,' let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
'As false as Cressid.'
PANDARUSGo to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the
witness. Here I hold your hand, here my cousin's.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 195If 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,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 200and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen.
TROILUSAmen.
CRESSIDAAmen.
PANDARUSAmen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber with a
bed; which bed, because it shall not speak of your
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 205pretty encounters, press it to death: away!
And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here
Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this gear!

ACT III

SCENE III. The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.

CALCHASNow, 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 love,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession,
Incurr'd a traitor's name; exposed myself,
From certain and possess'd conveniences,
To doubtful fortunes; sequestering from me all
That time, acquaintance, custom and condition
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 10Made 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,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 15Out of those many register'd in promise,
Which, you say, live to come in my behalf.
AGAMEMNONWhat wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make demand.
CALCHASYou have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor,
Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 20Oft have you — often have you thanks therefore —
Desired 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,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 25Wanting 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,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 30In most accepted pain.
AGAMEMNONLet Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have
What he requests of us. Good Diomed,
Furnish you fairly for this interchange:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 35Withal bring word if Hector will to-morrow
Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready.
DIOMEDESThis shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden
Which I am proud to bear.
ULYSSESAchilles stands i' the entrance of his tent:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 40Please 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 on him:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 45If so, I have derision medicinable,
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink:
It may be good: pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 50Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.
AGAMEMNONWe'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
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 55Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.
ACHILLESWhat, comes the general to speak with me?
You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy.
AGAMEMNONWhat says Achilles? would he aught with us?
NESTORWould you, my lord, aught with the general?
ACHILLESAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 60No.
NESTORNothing, my lord.
AGAMEMNONThe better.
ACHILLESGood day, good day.
MENELAUSHow do you? how do you?
ACHILLESAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 65What, does the cuckold scorn me?
AJAXHow now, Patroclus!
ACHILLESGood morrow, Ajax.
AJAXHa?
ACHILLESGood morrow.
AJAXAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 70Ay, and good next day too.
ACHILLESWhat mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
PATROCLUSThey pass by strangely: they were used to bend
To send their smiles before them to Achilles;
To come as humbly as they used to creep
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 75To holy altars.
ACHILLESWhat, am I poor of late?
'Tis certain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortune,
Must fall out with men too: what the declined is
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 80As 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,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 85Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,
The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
Do one pluck down another and together
Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 90Fortune 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;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 95I'll interrupt his reading.
How now Ulysses!
ULYSSESNow, great Thetis' son!
ACHILLESWhat are you reading?
ULYSSESA strange fellow here
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 100Writes 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
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 105Heat them and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.'
ACHILLESThis is not strange, Ulysses.
The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 110To others' eyes; nor doth the eye itself,
That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed
Salutes each other with each other's form;
For speculation turns not to itself,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 115Till it hath travell'd and is mirror'd there
Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.
ULYSSESI do not strain at the position, —
It is familiar, — but at the author's drift;
Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 120That 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
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 125Where they're extended; who, like an arch,
reverberates
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;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 130And 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!
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 135What things again most dear in the esteem
And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow —
An act that very chance doth throw upon him —
Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,
While some men leave to do!
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 140How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,
Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
To see these Grecian lords! — why, even already
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 145They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast
And great Troy shrieking.
ACHILLESI do believe it; for they pass'd by me
As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 150Good word nor look: what, are my deeds forgot?
ULYSSESTime hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 155As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done: perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 160For honour travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path;
For emulation hath a thousand sons
That one by one pursue: if you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 165Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by
And leave you hindmost;
Or like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 170Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours;
For time is like a fashionable host
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 175And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not
virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was;
For beauty, wit,
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 180Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 185And give to dust that is a little gilt
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
The present eye praises the present object.
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 190Since things in motion sooner catch the eye
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
And still it might, and yet it may again,
If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive
And case thy reputation in thy tent;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 195Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves
And drave great Mars to faction.
ACHILLESOf this my privacy
I have strong reasons.
ULYSSESAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 200But 'gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and heroical:
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters.
ACHILLESHa! known!
ULYSSESAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 205Is that a wonder?
The providence that's in a watchful state
Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold,
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps,
Keeps place with thought and almost, like the gods,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 210Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
There is a mystery — with whom relation
Durst never meddle — in the soul of state;
Which hath an operation more divine
Than breath or pen can give expressure to:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 215All the commerce that you have had with Troy
As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord;
And better would it fit Achilles much
To throw down Hector than Polyxena:
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 220When fame shall in our islands sound her trump,
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,
'Great Hector's sister did Achilles win,
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.'
Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 225The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break.
PATROCLUSTo this effect, Achilles, have I moved you:
A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loathed than an effeminate man
In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 230They think my little stomach to the war
And your great love to me restrains you thus:
Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 235Be shook to air.
ACHILLESShall Ajax fight with Hector?
PATROCLUSAy, and perhaps receive much honour by him.
ACHILLESI see my reputation is at stake
My fame is shrewdly gored.
PATROCLUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 240O, then, beware;
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves:
Omission to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 245Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
ACHILLESGo call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:
I'll send the fool to Ajax and desire him
To invite the Trojan lords after the combat
To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 250An appetite that I am sick withal,
To see great Hector in his weeds of peace,
To talk with him and to behold his visage,
Even to my full of view.
A labour saved!
THERSITESAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 255A wonder!
ACHILLESWhat?
THERSITESAjax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.
ACHILLESHow so?
THERSITESHe must fight singly to-morrow with Hector, and is so
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 260prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling that he
raves in saying nothing.
ACHILLESHow can that be?
THERSITESWhy, he stalks up and down like a peacock, — a stride
and a stand: ruminates like an hostess that hath no
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 265arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning:
bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should
say 'There were wit in this head, an 'twould out;'
and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire
in a flint, which will not show without knocking.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 270The man's undone forever; for if Hector break not his
neck i' the combat, he'll break 't himself in
vain-glory. He knows not me: I said 'Good morrow,
Ajax;' and he replies 'Thanks, Agamemnon.' What think
you of this man that takes me for the general? He's
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 275grown a very land-fish, language-less, a monster.
A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both
sides, like a leather jerkin.
ACHILLESThou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.
THERSITESWho, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 280answering: speaking is for beggars; he wears his
tongue in's arms. I will put on his presence: let
Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the
pageant of Ajax.
ACHILLESTo him, Patroclus; tell him I humbly desire the
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 285valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector
to come unarmed to my tent, and to procure
safe-conduct for his person of the magnanimous
and most illustrious six-or-seven-times-honoured
captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 290et cetera. Do this.
PATROCLUSJove bless great Ajax!
THERSITESHum!
PATROCLUSI come from the worthy Achilles, —
THERSITESHa!
PATROCLUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 295Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent, —
THERSITESHum!
PATROCLUSAnd to procure safe-conduct from Agamemnon.
THERSITESAgamemnon!
PATROCLUSAy, my lord.
THERSITESAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 300Ha!
PATROCLUSWhat say you to't?
THERSITESGod b' wi' you, with all my heart.
PATROCLUSYour answer, sir.
THERSITESIf to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 305go one way or other: howsoever, he shall pay for me
ere he has me.
PATROCLUSYour answer, sir.
THERSITESFare you well, with all my heart.
ACHILLESWhy, but he is not in this tune, is he?
THERSITESAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 310No, but he's out o' tune thus. What music will be in
him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know
not; but, I am sure, none, unless the fiddler Apollo
get his sinews to make catlings on.
ACHILLESCome, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.
THERSITESAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 315Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more
capable creature.
ACHILLESMy mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd;
And I myself see not the bottom of it.
THERSITESWould the fountain of your mind were clear again,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 320that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a
tick in a sheep than such a valiant ignorance.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Troy. A street.

PARISSee, ho! who is that there?
DEIPHOBUSIt is the Lord AEneas.
AENEASIs the prince there in person?
Had I so good occasion to lie long
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
DIOMEDESThat's my mind too. Good morrow, Lord AEneas.
PARISA valiant Greek, AEneas, — take his hand, —
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10You told how Diomed, a whole week by days,
Did haunt you in the field.
AENEASHealth to you, valiant sir,
During all question of the gentle truce;
But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15As heart can think or courage execute.
DIOMEDESThe one and other Diomed embraces.
Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health!
But when contention and occasion meet,
By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 20With all my force, pursuit and policy.
AENEASAnd thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward. In humane gentleness,
Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life,
Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25No man alive can love in such a sort
The thing he means to kill more excellently.
DIOMEDESWe sympathize: Jove, let AEneas live,
If to my sword his fate be not the glory,
A thousand complete courses of the sun!
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30But, in mine emulous honour, let him die,
With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow!
AENEASWe know each other well.
DIOMEDESWe do; and long to know each other worse.
PARISThis is the most despiteful gentle greeting,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35The noblest hateful love, that e'er I heard of.
What business, lord, so early?
AENEASI was sent for to the king; but why, I know not.
PARISHis purpose meets you: 'twas to bring this Greek
To Calchas' house, and there to render him,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Cressid:
Let's have your company, or, if you please,
Haste there before us: I constantly do think —
Or rather, call my thought a certain knowledge —
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 45Rouse him and give him note of our approach.
With the whole quality wherefore: I fear
We shall be much unwelcome.
AENEASThat I assure you:
Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 50Than Cressid borne from Troy.
PARISThere is no help;
The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it so. On, lord; we'll follow you.
AENEASGood morrow, all.
PARISAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 55And tell me, noble Diomed, faith, tell me true,
Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen best,
Myself or Menelaus?
DIOMEDESBoth alike:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 60He merits well to have her, that doth seek her,
Not making any scruple of her soilure,
With such a hell of pain and world of charge,
And you as well to keep her, that defend her,
Not palating the taste of her dishonour,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 65With such a costly loss of wealth and friends:
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;
You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins
Are pleased to breed out your inheritors:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 70Both merits poised, each weighs nor less nor more;
But he as he, the heavier for a whore.
PARISYou are too bitter to your countrywoman.
DIOMEDESShe's bitter to her country: hear me, Paris:
For every false drop in her bawdy veins
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 75A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak,
She hath not given so many good words breath
As for her Greeks and Trojans suffer'd death.
PARISAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 80Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,
Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy:
But we in silence hold this virtue well,
We'll but commend what we intend to sell.
Here lies our way.

ACT IV

SCENE II. The same. Court of Pandarus' house.

TROILUSDear, trouble not yourself: the morn is cold.
CRESSIDAThen, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;
He shall unbolt the gates.
TROILUSTrouble him not;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5To bed, to bed: sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses
As infants' empty of all thought!
CRESSIDAGood morrow, then.
TROILUSI prithee now, to bed.
CRESSIDAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 10Are you a-weary of me?
TROILUSO Cressida! but that the busy day,
Waked by the lark, hath roused the ribald crows,
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
I would not from thee.
CRESSIDAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 15Night hath been too brief.
TROILUSBeshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays
As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love
With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
You will catch cold, and curse me.
CRESSIDAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 20Prithee, tarry:
You men will never tarry.
O foolish Cressid! I might have still held off,
And then you would have tarried. Hark!
there's one up.
PANDARUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 25 What, 's all the doors open here?
TROILUSIt is your uncle.
CRESSIDAA pestilence on him! now will he be mocking:
I shall have such a life!
PANDARUSHow now, how now! how go maidenheads? Here, you
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30maid! where's my cousin Cressid?
CRESSIDAGo hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
You bring me to do, and then you flout me too.
PANDARUSTo do what? to do what? let her say
what: what have I brought you to do?
CRESSIDAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 35Come, come, beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good,
Nor suffer others.
PANDARUSHa! ha! Alas, poor wretch! ah, poor capocchia!
hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty
man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him!
CRESSIDAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 40Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head!
Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.
My lord, come you again into my chamber:
You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
TROILUSHa, ha!
CRESSIDAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 45Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing.
How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in:
I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
PANDARUSWho's there? what's the matter? will you beat
down the door? How now! what's the matter?
AENEASAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 50Good morrow, lord, good morrow.
PANDARUSWho's there? my Lord AEneas! By my troth,
I knew you not: what news with you so early?
AENEASIs not Prince Troilus here?
PANDARUSHere! what should he do here?
AENEASAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 55Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him:
It doth import him much to speak with me.
PANDARUSIs he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, I'll
be sworn: for my own part, I came in late. What
should he do here?
AENEASAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 60Who! — nay, then: come, come, you'll do him wrong
ere you're ware: you'll be so true to him, to be
false to him: do not you know of him, but yet go
fetch him hither; go.
TROILUSHow now! what's the matter?
AENEASAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 65My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
My matter is so rash: there is at hand
Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,
The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Deliver'd to us; and for him forthwith,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 70Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
We must give up to Diomedes' hand
The Lady Cressida.
TROILUSIs it so concluded?
AENEASBy Priam and the general state of Troy:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 75They are at hand and ready to effect it.
TROILUSHow my achievements mock me!
I will go meet them: and, my Lord AEneas,
We met by chance; you did not find me here.
AENEASGood, good, my lord; the secrets of nature
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 80Have not more gift in taciturnity.
PANDARUSIs't possible? no sooner got but lost? The devil
take Antenor! the young prince will go mad: a
plague upon Antenor! I would they had broke 's neck!
CRESSIDAHow now! what's the matter? who was here?
PANDARUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 85Ah, ah!
CRESSIDAWhy sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone!
Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?
PANDARUSWould I were as deep under the earth as I am above!
CRESSIDAO the gods! what's the matter?
PANDARUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 90Prithee, get thee in: would thou hadst ne'er been
born! I knew thou wouldst be his death. O, poor
gentleman! A plague upon Antenor!
CRESSIDAGood uncle, I beseech you, on my knees! beseech you,
what's the matter?
PANDARUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 95Thou must be gone, wench, thou must be gone; thou
art changed for Antenor: thou must to thy father,
and be gone from Troilus: 'twill be his death;
'twill be his bane; he cannot bear it.
CRESSIDAO you immortal gods! I will not go.
PANDARUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 100Thou must.
CRESSIDAI will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
I know no touch of consanguinity;
No kin no love, no blood, no soul so near me
As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine!
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 105Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood,
If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 110Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep, —
PANDARUSDo, do.
CRESSIDATear my bright hair and scratch my praised cheeks,
Crack my clear voice with sobs and break my heart
With sounding Troilus. I will not go from Troy.

ACT IV

SCENE III. The same. Street before Pandarus' house.

PARISIt is great morning, and the hour prefix'd
Of her delivery to this valiant Greek
Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus,
Tell you the lady what she is to do,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5And haste her to the purpose.
TROILUSWalk into her house;
I'll bring her to the Grecian presently:
And to his hand when I deliver her,
Think it an altar, and thy brother Troilus
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10A priest there offering to it his own heart.
PARISI know what 'tis to love;
And would, as I shall pity, I could help!
Please you walk in, my lords.

ACT IV

SCENE IV. The same. Pandarus' house.

PANDARUSBe moderate, be moderate.
CRESSIDAWhy tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as strong
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 5As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?
If I could temporize with my affection,
Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
The like allayment could I give my grief.
My love admits no qualifying dross;
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 10No more my grief, in such a precious loss.
PANDARUSHere, here, here he comes.
Ah, sweet ducks!
CRESSIDAO Troilus! Troilus!
PANDARUSWhat a pair of spectacles is here!
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 15Let me embrace too. 'O heart,' as the goodly saying is,
' — O heart, heavy heart,
Why sigh'st thou without breaking?
where he answers again,
'Because thou canst not ease thy smart
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 20By friendship nor by speaking.'
There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away
nothing, for we may live to have need of such a
verse: we see it, we see it. How now, lambs?
TROILUSCressid, I love thee in so strain'd a purity,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 25That the bless'd gods, as angry with my fancy,
More bright in zeal than the devotion which
Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me.
CRESSIDAHave the gods envy?
PANDARUSAy, ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case.
CRESSIDAAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 30And is it true that I must go from Troy?
TROILUSA hateful truth.
CRESSIDAWhat, and from Troilus too?
TROILUSFrom Troy and Troilus.
CRESSIDAIs it possible?
TROILUSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 35And suddenly; where injury of chance
Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by
All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips
Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents
Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 40Even in the birth of our own labouring breath:
We two, that with so many thousand sighs
Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves
With the rude brevity and discharge of one.
Injurious time now with a robber's haste
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 45Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how:
As many farewells as be stars in heaven,
With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them,
He fumbles up into a lose adieu,
And scants us with a single famish'd kiss,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 50Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
AENEAS My lord, is the lady ready?
TROILUSHark! you are call'd: some say the Genius so
Cries 'come' to him that instantly must die.
Bid them have patience; she shall come anon.
PANDARUSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 55Where are my tears? rain, to lay this wind, or
my heart will be blown up by the root.
CRESSIDAI must then to the Grecians?
TROILUSNo remedy.
CRESSIDAA woful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks!
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 60When shall we see again?
TROILUSHear me, my love: be thou but true of heart, —
CRESSIDAI true! how now! what wicked deem is this?
TROILUSNay, we must use expostulation kindly,
For it is parting from us:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 65I speak not 'be thou true,' as fearing thee,
For I will throw my glove to Death himself,
That there's no maculation in thy heart:
But 'be thou true,' say I, to fashion in
My sequent protestation; be thou true,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 70And I will see thee.
CRESSIDAO, you shall be exposed, my lord, to dangers
As infinite as imminent! but I'll be true.
TROILUSAnd I'll grow friend with danger. Wear this sleeve.
CRESSIDAAnd you this glove. When shall I see you?
TROILUSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 75I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels,
To give thee nightly visitation.
But yet be true.
CRESSIDAO heavens! 'be true' again!
TROILUSHear while I speak it, love:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 80The Grecian youths are full of quality;
They're loving, well composed with gifts of nature,
Flowing and swelling o'er with arts and exercise:
How novelty may move, and parts with person,
Alas, a kind of godly jealousy —
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 85Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin —
Makes me afeard.
CRESSIDAO heavens! you love me not.
TROILUSDie I a villain, then!
In this I do not call your faith in question
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 90So mainly as my merit: I cannot sing,
Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,
Nor play at subtle games; fair virtues all,
To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant:
But I can tell that in each grace of these
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 95There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil
That tempts most cunningly: but be not tempted.
CRESSIDADo you think I will?
TROILUSNo.
But something may be done that we will not:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 100And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency.
AENEAS Nay, good my lord, —
TROILUSCome, kiss; and let us part.
PARISAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 105 Brother Troilus!
TROILUSGood brother, come you hither;
And bring AEneas and the Grecian with you.
CRESSIDAMy lord, will you be true?
TROILUSWho, I? alas, it is my vice, my fault:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 110Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,
I with great truth catch mere simplicity;
Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Fear not my truth: the moral of my wit
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 115Is 'plain and true;' there's all the reach of it.
Welcome, Sir Diomed! here is the lady
Which for Antenor we deliver you:
At the port, lord, I'll give her to thy hand,
And by the way possess thee what she is.
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 120Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek,
If e'er thou stand at mercy of my sword,
Name Cressida and thy life shall be as safe
As Priam is in Ilion.
DIOMEDESFair Lady Cressid,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 125So please you, save the thanks this prince expects:
The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed
You shall be mistress, and command him wholly.
TROILUSGrecian, thou dost not use me courteously,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 130To shame the zeal of my petition to thee
In praising her: I tell thee, lord of Greece,
She is as far high-soaring o'er thy praises
As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant.
I charge thee use her well, even for my charge;
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 135For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,
Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,
I'll cut thy throat.
DIOMEDESO, be not moved, Prince Troilus:
Let me be privileged by my place and message,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 140To be a speaker free; when I am hence
I'll answer to my lust: and know you, lord,
I'll nothing do on charge: to her own worth
She shall be prized; but that you say 'be't so,'
I'll speak it in my spirit and honour, 'no.'
TROILUSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 145Come, to the port. I'll tell thee, Diomed,
This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head.
Lady, give me your hand, and, as we walk,
To our own selves bend we our needful talk.
PARISHark! Hector's trumpet.
AENEASAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 150How have we spent this morning!
The prince must think me tardy and remiss,
That sore to ride before him to the field.
PARIS'Tis Troilus' fault: come, come, to field with him.
DEIPHOBUSLet us make ready straight.
AENEASAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 155Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity,
Let us address to tend on Hector's heels:
The glory of our Troy doth this day lie
On his fair worth and single chivalry.

ACT IV

SCENE V. The Grecian camp. Lists set out.

AGAMEMNONHere art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
Anticipating time with starting courage.
Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 5May pierce the head of the great combatant
And hale him hither.
AJAXThou, trumpet, there's my purse.
Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe:
Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 10Outswell the colic of puff'd Aquilon:
Come, stretch thy chest and let thy eyes spout blood;
Thou blow'st for Hector.
ULYSSESNo trumpet answers.
ACHILLES'Tis but early days.
AGAMEMNONAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 15Is not yond Diomed, with Calchas' daughter?
ULYSSES'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
He rises on the toe: that spirit of his
In aspiration lifts him from the earth.
AGAMEMNONIs this the Lady Cressid?
DIOMEDESAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 20Even she.
AGAMEMNONMost dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady.
NESTOROur general doth salute you with a kiss.
ULYSSESYet is the kindness but particular;
'Twere better she were kiss'd in general.
NESTORAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 25And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.
So much for Nestor.
ACHILLESI'll take what winter from your lips, fair lady:
Achilles bids you welcome.
MENELAUSI had good argument for kissing once.
PATROCLUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 30But that's no argument for kissing now;
For this popp'd Paris in his hardiment,
And parted thus you and your argument.
ULYSSESO deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!
For which we lose our heads to gild his horns.
PATROCLUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 35The first was Menelaus' kiss; this, mine:
Patroclus kisses you.
MENELAUSO, this is trim!
PATROCLUSParis and I kiss evermore for him.
MENELAUSI'll have my kiss, sir. Lady, by your leave.
CRESSIDAAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 40In kissing, do you render or receive?
PATROCLUSBoth take and give.
CRESSIDAI'll make my match to live,
The kiss you take is better than you give;
Therefore no kiss.
MENELAUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 45I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.
CRESSIDAYou're an odd man; give even or give none.
MENELAUSAn odd man, lady! every man is odd.
CRESSIDANo, Paris is not; for you know 'tis true,
That you are odd, and he is even with you.
MENELAUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 50You fillip me o' the head.
CRESSIDANo, I'll be sworn.
ULYSSESIt were no match, your nail against his horn.
May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?
CRESSIDAYou may.
ULYSSESAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 55I do desire it.
CRESSIDAWhy, beg, then.
ULYSSESWhy then for Venus' sake, give me a kiss,
When Helen is a maid again, and his.
CRESSIDAI am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due.
ULYSSESAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 60Never's my day, and then a kiss of you.
DIOMEDESLady, a word: I'll bring you to your father.
NESTORA woman of quick sense.
ULYSSESFie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 65Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
That give accosting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 70To every ticklish reader! set them down
For sluttish spoils of opportunity
And daughters of the game.
ALLThe Trojans' trumpet.
AGAMEMNONYonder comes the troop.
AENEASAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 75Hail, all you state of Greece! what shall be done
To him that victory commands? or do you purpose
A victor shall be known? will you the knights
Shall to the edge of all extremity
Pursue each other, or shall be divided
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 80By any voice or order of the field?
Hector bade ask.
AGAMEMNONWhich way would Hector have it?
AENEASHe cares not; he'll obey conditions.
ACHILLES'Tis done like Hector; but securely done,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 85A little proudly, and great deal misprizing
The knight opposed.
AENEASIf not Achilles, sir,
What is your name?
ACHILLESIf not Achilles, nothing.
AENEASAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 90Therefore Achilles: but, whate'er, know this:
In the extremity of great and little,
Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;
The one almost as infinite as all,
The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 95And that which looks like pride is courtesy.
This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood:
In love whereof, half Hector stays at home;
Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek
This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek.
ACHILLESAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 100A maiden battle, then? O, I perceive you.
AGAMEMNONHere is Sir Diomed. Go, gentle knight,
Stand by our Ajax: as you and Lord AEneas
Consent upon the order of their fight,
So be it; either to the uttermost,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 105Or else a breath: the combatants being kin
Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.
ULYSSESThey are opposed already.
AGAMEMNONWhat Trojan is that same that looks so heavy?
ULYSSESThe youngest son of Priam, a true knight,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 110Not yet mature, yet matchless, firm of word,
Speaking in deeds and deedless in his tongue;
Not soon provoked nor being provoked soon calm'd:
His heart and hand both open and both free;
For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 115Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
Nor dignifies an impure thought with breath;
Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;
For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes
To tender objects, but he in heat of action
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 120Is more vindicative than jealous love:
They call him Troilus, and on him erect
A second hope, as fairly built as Hector.
Thus says AEneas; one that knows the youth
Even to his inches, and with private soul
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 125Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.
AGAMEMNONThey are in action.
NESTORNow, Ajax, hold thine own!
TROILUSHector, thou sleep'st;
Awake thee!
AGAMEMNONAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 130His blows are well disposed: there, Ajax!
DIOMEDESYou must no more.
AENEASPrinces, enough, so please you.
AJAXI am not warm yet; let us fight again.
DIOMEDESAs Hector pleases.
HECTORAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 135Why, then will I no more:
Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son,
A cousin-german to great Priam's seed;
The obligation of our blood forbids
A gory emulation 'twixt us twain:
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 140Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so
That thou couldst say 'This hand is Grecian all,
And this is Trojan; the sinews of this leg
All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood
Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 145Bounds in my father's;' by Jove multipotent,
Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member
Wherein my sword had not impressure made
Of our rank feud: but the just gods gainsay
That any drop thou borrow'dst from thy mother,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 150My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword
Be drain'd! Let me embrace thee, Ajax:
By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;
Hector would have them fall upon him thus:
Cousin, all honour to thee!
AJAXAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 155I thank thee, Hector
Thou art too gentle and too free a man:
I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
A great addition earned in thy death.
HECTORNot Neoptolemus so mirable,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 160On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st Oyes
Cries 'This is he,' could promise to himself
A thought of added honour torn from Hector.
AENEASThere is expectance here from both the sides,
What further you will do.
HECTORAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 165We'll answer it;
The issue is embracement: Ajax, farewell.
AJAXIf I might in entreaties find success —
As seld I have the chance — I would desire
My famous cousin to our Grecian tents.
DIOMEDESAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 170'Tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles
Doth long to see unarm'd the valiant Hector.
HECTORAEneas, call my brother Troilus to me,
And signify this loving interview
To the expecters of our Trojan part;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 175Desire them home. Give me thy hand, my cousin;
I will go eat with thee and see your knights.
AJAXGreat Agamemnon comes to meet us here.
HECTORThe worthiest of them tell me name by name;
But for Achilles, mine own searching eyes
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 180Shall find him by his large and portly size.
AGAMEMNONWorthy of arms! as welcome as to one
That would be rid of such an enemy;
But that's no welcome: understand more clear,
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 185And formless ruin of oblivion;
But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
Strain'd purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
Bids thee, with most divine integrity,
From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome.
HECTORAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 190I thank thee, most imperious Agamemnon.
AGAMEMNON My well-famed lord of Troy, no
less to you.
MENELAUSLet me confirm my princely brother's greeting:
You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither.
HECTORAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 195Who must we answer?
AENEASThe noble Menelaus.
HECTORO, you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!
Mock not, that I affect the untraded oath;
Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove:
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 200She's well, but bade me not commend her to you.
MENELAUSName her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme.
HECTORO, pardon; I offend.
NESTORI have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft
Labouring for destiny make cruel way
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 205Through ranks of Greekish youth, and I have seen thee,
As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Despising many forfeits and subduements,
When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' the air,
Not letting it decline on the declined,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 210That I have said to some my standers by
'Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!'
And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee in,
Like an Olympian wrestling: this have I seen;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 215But this thy countenance, still lock'd in steel,
I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,
And once fought with him: he was a soldier good;
But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,
Never saw like thee. Let an old man embrace thee;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 220And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.
AENEAS'Tis the old Nestor.
HECTORLet me embrace thee, good old chronicle,
That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time:
Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee.
NESTORAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 225I would my arms could match thee in contention,
As they contend with thee in courtesy.
HECTORI would they could.
NESTORHa!
By this white beard, I'ld fight with thee to-morrow.
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 230Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time.
ULYSSESI wonder now how yonder city stands
When we have here her base and pillar by us.
HECTORI know your favour, Lord Ulysses, well.
Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 235Since first I saw yourself and Diomed
In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.
ULYSSESSir, I foretold you then what would ensue:
My prophecy is but half his journey yet;
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 240Yond towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.
HECTORI must not believe you:
There they stand yet, and modestly I think,
The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 245A drop of Grecian blood: the end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
ULYSSESSo to him we leave it.
Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome:
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 250After the general, I beseech you next
To feast with me and see me at my tent.
ACHILLESI shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses, thou!
Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
I have with exact view perused thee, Hector,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 255And quoted joint by joint.
HECTORIs this Achilles?
ACHILLESI am Achilles.
HECTORStand fair, I pray thee: let me look on thee.
ACHILLESBehold thy fill.
HECTORAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 260Nay, I have done already.
ACHILLESThou art too brief: I will the second time,
As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.
HECTORO, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er;
But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 265Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?
ACHILLESTell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
Shall I destroy him? whether there, or there, or there?
That I may give the local wound a name
And make distinct the very breach whereout
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 270Hector's great spirit flew: answer me, heavens!
HECTORIt would discredit the blest gods, proud man,
To answer such a question: stand again:
Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly
As to prenominate in nice conjecture
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 275Where thou wilt hit me dead?
ACHILLESI tell thee, yea.
HECTORWert thou an oracle to tell me so,
I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well;
For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 280But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,
I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er.
You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag;
His insolence draws folly from my lips;
But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 285Or may I never —
AJAXDo not chafe thee, cousin:
And you, Achilles, let these threats alone,
Till accident or purpose bring you to't:
You may have every day enough of Hector
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 290If you have stomach; the general state, I fear,
Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him.
HECTORI pray you, let us see you in the field:
We have had pelting wars, since you refused
The Grecians' cause.
ACHILLESAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 295Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
To-night all friends.
HECTORThy hand upon that match.
AGAMEMNONFirst, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 300There in the full convive we: afterwards,
As Hector's leisure and your bounties shall
Concur together, severally entreat him.
Beat loud the tabourines, let the trumpets blow,
That this great soldier may his welcome know.
TROILUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 305My Lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you,
In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?
ULYSSESAt Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus:
There Diomed doth feast with him to-night;
Who neither looks upon the heaven nor earth,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 310But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view
On the fair Cressid.
TROILUSShall sweet lord, be bound to you so much,
After we part from Agamemnon's tent,
To bring me thither?
ULYSSESAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 315You shall command me, sir.
As gentle tell me, of what honour was
This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there
That wails her absence?
TROILUSO, sir, to such as boasting show their scars
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 320A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?
She was beloved, she loved; she is, and doth:
But still sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.

ACT V

SCENE I. The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.

ACHILLESI'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.
PATROCLUSHere comes Thersites.
ACHILLESAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 5How now, thou core of envy!
Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?
THERSITESWhy, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol
of idiot worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
ACHILLESFrom whence, fragment?
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 10Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.
PATROCLUSWho keeps the tent now?
THERSITESThe surgeon's box, or the patient's wound.
PATROCLUSWell said, adversity! and what need these tricks?
THERSITESPrithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 15thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet.
PATROCLUSMale varlet, you rogue! what's that?
THERSITESWhy, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases
of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs,
loads o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing
lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas,
limekilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the
rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take
again such preposterous discoveries!
PATROCLUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 25Why thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest
thou to curse thus?
THERSITESDo I curse thee?
PATROCLUSWhy no, you ruinous butt, you whoreson
indistinguishable cur, no.
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 30No! why art thou then exasperate, thou idle
immaterial skein of sleave-silk, thou green sarcenet
flap for a sore eye, thou tassel of a prodigal's
purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pestered
with such waterflies, diminutives of nature!
PATROCLUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 35Out, gall!
THERSITESFinch-egg!
ACHILLESMy sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle.
Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40A token from her daughter, my fair love,
Both taxing me and gaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it:
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;
My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 45Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent:
This night in banqueting must all be spent.
Away, Patroclus!
THERSITESWith too much blood and too little brain, these two
may run mad; but, if with too much brain and too
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50little blood they do, I'll be a curer of madmen.
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough and one
that loves quails; but he has not so much brain as
earwax: and the goodly transformation of Jupiter
there, his brother, the bull, — the primitive statue,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty
shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's
leg, — to what form but that he is, should wit larded
with malice and malice forced with wit turn him to?
To an ass, were nothing; he is both ass and ox: to
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 60an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To be a
dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an
owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would
not care; but to be Menelaus, I would conspire
against destiny. Ask me not, what I would be, if I
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65were not Thersites; for I care not to be the louse
of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus! Hey-day!
spirits and fires!
AGAMEMNONWe go wrong, we go wrong.
AJAXNo, yonder 'tis;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70There, where we see the lights.
HECTORI trouble you.
AJAXNo, not a whit.
ULYSSESHere comes himself to guide you.
ACHILLESWelcome, brave Hector; welcome, princes all.
AGAMEMNONAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 75So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night.
Ajax commands the guard to tend on you.
HECTORThanks and good night to the Greeks' general.
MENELAUSGood night, my lord.
HECTORGood night, sweet lord Menelaus.
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 80Sweet draught: 'sweet' quoth 'a! sweet sink,
sweet sewer.
ACHILLESGood night and welcome, both at once, to those
That go or tarry.
AGAMEMNONGood night.
ACHILLESAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 85Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,
Keep Hector company an hour or two.
DIOMEDESI cannot, lord; I have important business,
The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector.
HECTORGive me your hand.
ULYSSESAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 90 Follow his torch; he goes to
Calchas' tent:
I'll keep you company.
TROILUSSweet sir, you honour me.
HECTORAnd so, good night.
ACHILLESAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 95Come, come, enter my tent.
THERSITESThat same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most
unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers
than I will a serpent when he hisses: he will spend
his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 100but when he performs, astronomers foretell it; it
is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun
borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his
word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than
not to dog him: they say he keeps a Trojan
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 105drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll
after. Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets!

ACT V

SCENE II. The same. Before Calchas' tent.

DIOMEDESWhat, are you up here, ho? speak.
CALCHAS Who calls?
DIOMEDESCalchas, I think. Where's your daughter?
CALCHAS She comes to you.
ULYSSESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 5Stand where the torch may not discover us.
TROILUSCressid comes forth to him.
DIOMEDESHow now, my charge!
CRESSIDANow, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you.
TROILUSYea, so familiar!
ULYSSESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 10She will sing any man at first sight.
THERSITESAnd any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff;
she's noted.
DIOMEDESWill you remember?
CRESSIDARemember! yes.
DIOMEDESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 15Nay, but do, then;
And let your mind be coupled with your words.
TROILUSWhat should she remember?
ULYSSESList.
CRESSIDASweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 20Roguery!
DIOMEDESNay, then, —
CRESSIDAI'll tell you what, —
DIOMEDESFoh, foh! come, tell a pin: you are forsworn.
CRESSIDAIn faith, I cannot: what would you have me do?
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 25A juggling trick, — to be secretly open.
DIOMEDESWhat did you swear you would bestow on me?
CRESSIDAI prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek.
DIOMEDESGood night.
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 30Hold, patience!
ULYSSESHow now, Trojan!
CRESSIDADiomed, —
DIOMEDESNo, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more.
TROILUSThy better must.
CRESSIDAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 35Hark, one word in your ear.
TROILUSO plague and madness!
ULYSSESYou are moved, prince; let us depart, I pray you,
Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself
To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 40The time right deadly; I beseech you, go.
TROILUSBehold, I pray you!
ULYSSESNay, good my lord, go off:
You flow to great distraction; come, my lord.
TROILUSI pray thee, stay.
ULYSSESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 45You have not patience; come.
TROILUSI pray you, stay; by hell and all hell's torments
I will not speak a word!
DIOMEDESAnd so, good night.
CRESSIDANay, but you part in anger.
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 50Doth that grieve thee?
O wither'd truth!
ULYSSESWhy, how now, lord!
TROILUSBy Jove,
I will be patient.
CRESSIDAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 55Guardian! — why, Greek!
DIOMEDESFoh, foh! adieu; you palter.
CRESSIDAIn faith, I do not: come hither once again.
ULYSSESYou shake, my lord, at something: will you go?
You will break out.
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 60She strokes his cheek!
ULYSSESCome, come.
TROILUSNay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:
There is between my will and all offences
A guard of patience: stay a little while.
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 65How the devil Luxury, with his fat rump and
potato-finger, tickles these together! Fry, lechery, fry!
DIOMEDESBut will you, then?
CRESSIDAIn faith, I will, la; never trust me else.
DIOMEDESGive me some token for the surety of it.
CRESSIDAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 70I'll fetch you one.
ULYSSESYou have sworn patience.
TROILUSFear me not, sweet lord;
I will not be myself, nor have cognition
Of what I feel: I am all patience.
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 75Now the pledge; now, now, now!
CRESSIDAHere, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
TROILUSO beauty! where is thy faith?
ULYSSESMy lord, —
TROILUSI will be patient; outwardly I will.
CRESSIDAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 80You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.
He loved me — O false wench! — Give't me again.
DIOMEDESWhose was't?
CRESSIDAIt is no matter, now I have't again.
I will not meet with you to-morrow night:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 85I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.
THERSITESNow she sharpens: well said, whetstone!
DIOMEDESI shall have it.
CRESSIDAWhat, this?
DIOMEDESAy, that.
CRESSIDAAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 90O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!
Thy master now lies thinking in his bed
Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,
And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,
As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 95He that takes that doth take my heart withal.
DIOMEDESI had your heart before, this follows it.
TROILUSI did swear patience.
CRESSIDAYou shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;
I'll give you something else.
DIOMEDESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 100I will have this: whose was it?
CRESSIDAIt is no matter.
DIOMEDESCome, tell me whose it was.
CRESSIDA'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.
But, now you have it, take it.
DIOMEDESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 105Whose was it?
CRESSIDABy all Diana's waiting-women yond,
And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
DIOMEDESTo-morrow will I wear it on my helm,
And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 110Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy horn,
It should be challenged.
CRESSIDAWell, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;
I will not keep my word.
DIOMEDESWhy, then, farewell;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 115Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.
CRESSIDAYou shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
But it straight starts you.
DIOMEDESI do not like this fooling.
THERSITESNor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not you pleases me best.
DIOMEDESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 120What, shall I come? the hour?
CRESSIDAAy, come: — O Jove! — do come: — I shall be plagued.
DIOMEDESFarewell till then.
CRESSIDAGood night: I prithee, come.
Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 125But with my heart the other eye doth see.
Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,
The error of our eye directs our mind:
What error leads must err; O, then conclude
Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 130A proof of strength she could not publish more,
Unless she said ' My mind is now turn'd whore.'
ULYSSESAll's done, my lord.
TROILUSIt is.
ULYSSESWhy stay we, then?
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 135To make a recordation to my soul
Of every syllable that here was spoke.
But if I tell how these two did co-act,
Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 140An esperance so obstinately strong,
That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears,
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.
Was Cressid here?
ULYSSESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 145I cannot conjure, Trojan.
TROILUSShe was not, sure.
ULYSSESMost sure she was.
TROILUSWhy, my negation hath no taste of madness.
ULYSSESNor mine, my lord: Cressid was here but now.
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 150Let it not be believed for womanhood!
Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage
To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme,
For depravation, to square the general sex
By Cressid's rule: rather think this not Cressid.
ULYSSESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 155What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers?
TROILUSNothing at all, unless that this were she.
THERSITESWill he swagger himself out on's own eyes?
TROILUSThis she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:
If beauty have a soul, this is not she;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 160If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,
If sanctimony be the gods' delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,
This is not she. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself!
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 165Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt
Without perdition, and loss assume all reason
Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid.
Within my soul there doth conduce a fight
Of this strange nature that a thing inseparate
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 170Divides more wider than the sky and earth,
And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Admits no orifex for a point as subtle
As Ariachne's broken woof to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 175Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and loosed;
And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 180The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics
Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
ULYSSESMay worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his passion doth express?
TROILUSAy, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 185In characters as red as Mars his heart
Inflamed with Venus: never did young man fancy
With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.
Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,
So much by weight hate I her Diomed:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 190That sleeve is mine that he'll bear on his helm;
Were it a casque composed by Vulcan's skill,
My sword should bite it: not the dreadful spout
Which shipmen do the hurricano call,
Constringed in mass by the almighty sun,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 195Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear
In his descent than shall my prompted sword
Falling on Diomed.
THERSITESHe'll tickle it for his concupy.
TROILUSO Cressid! O false Cressid! false, false, false!
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 200Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
And they'll seem glorious.
ULYSSESO, contain yourself
Your passion draws ears hither.
AENEASI have been seeking you this hour, my lord:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 205Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
TROILUSHave with you, prince. My courteous lord, adieu.
Farewell, revolted fair! and, Diomed,
Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
ULYSSESAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 210I'll bring you to the gates.
TROILUSAccept distracted thanks.
THERSITESWould I could meet that rogue Diomed! I would
croak like a raven; I would bode, I would bode.
Patroclus will give me any thing for the
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 215intelligence of this whore: the parrot will not
do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing
else holds fashion: a burning devil take them!

ACT V

SCENE III. Troy. Before Priam's palace.

ANDROMACHEWhen was my lord so much ungently temper'd,
To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
HECTORYou train me to offend you; get you in:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 5By all the everlasting gods, I'll go!
ANDROMACHEMy dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.
HECTORNo more, I say.
CASSANDRAWhere is my brother Hector?
ANDROMACHEHere, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 10Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd
Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter.
CASSANDRAO, 'tis true.
HECTORAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 15Ho! bid my trumpet sound!
CASSANDRANo notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet brother.
HECTORBe gone, I say: the gods have heard me swear.
CASSANDRAThe gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows:
They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 20Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.
ANDROMACHEO, be persuaded! do not count it holy
To hurt by being just: it is as lawful,
For we would give much, to use violent thefts,
And rob in the behalf of charity.
CASSANDRAAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 25It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
But vows to every purpose must not hold:
Unarm, sweet Hector.
HECTORHold you still, I say;
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 30Lie every man holds dear; but the brave man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight to-day?
ANDROMACHECassandra, call my father to persuade.
HECTORNo, faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 35I am to-day i' the vein of chivalry:
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.
Unarm thee, go, and doubt thou not, brave boy,
I'll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy.
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 40Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
Which better fits a lion than a man.
HECTORWhat vice is that, good Troilus? chide me for it.
TROILUSWhen many times the captive Grecian falls,
Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 45You bid them rise, and live.
HECTORO,'tis fair play.
TROILUSFool's play, by heaven, Hector.
HECTORHow now! how now!
TROILUSFor the love of all the gods,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 50Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers,
And when we have our armours buckled on,
The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords,
Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth.
HECTORFie, savage, fie!
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 55Hector, then 'tis wars.
HECTORTroilus, I would not have you fight to-day.
TROILUSWho should withhold me?
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 60Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;
Not you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,
Opposed to hinder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.
CASSANDRAAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 65Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:
He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,
Fall all together.
PRIAMCome, Hector, come, go back:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 70Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had visions;
Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself
Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt
To tell thee that this day is ominous:
Therefore, come back.
HECTORAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 75AEneas is a-field;
And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.
PRIAMAy, but thou shalt not go.
HECTORAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 80I must not break my faith.
You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,
Let me not shame respect; but give me leave
To take that course by your consent and voice,
Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.
CASSANDRAAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 85O Priam, yield not to him!
ANDROMACHEDo not, dear father.
HECTORAndromache, I am offended with you:
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
TROILUSThis foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 90Makes all these bodements.
CASSANDRAO, farewell, dear Hector!
Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale!
Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents!
Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out!
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 95How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth!
Behold, distraction, frenzy and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet,
And all cry, Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!
TROILUSAway! away!
CASSANDRAAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 100Farewell: yet, soft! Hector! take my leave:
Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.
HECTORYou are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim:
Go in and cheer the town: we'll forth and fight,
Do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night.
PRIAMAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 105Farewell: the gods with safety stand about thee!
TROILUSThey are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,
I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.
PANDARUSDo you hear, my lord? do you hear?
TROILUSWhat now?
PANDARUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 110Here's a letter come from yond poor girl.
TROILUSLet me read.
PANDARUSA whoreson tisick, a whoreson rascally tisick so
troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl;
and what one thing, what another, that I shall
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 115leave you one o' these days: and I have a rheum
in mine eyes too, and such an ache in my bones
that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell what
to think on't. What says she there?
TROILUSWords, words, mere words, no matter from the heart:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 120The effect doth operate another way.
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.
My love with words and errors still she feeds;
But edifies another with her deeds.

ACT V

SCENE IV. Plains between Troy and the Grecian camp.

THERSITESNow they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go
look on. That dissembling abominable varlets Diomed,
has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's
sleeve of Troy there in his helm: I would fain see
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 5them meet; that that same young Trojan ass, that
loves the whore there, might send that Greekish
whore-masterly villain, with the sleeve, back to the
dissembling luxurious drab, of a sleeveless errand.
O' the t'other side, the policy of those crafty
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 10swearing rascals, that stale old mouse-eaten dry
cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, is
not proved worthy a blackberry: they set me up, in
policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog of
as bad a kind, Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 15prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm
to-day; whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim
barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion.
Soft! here comes sleeve, and t'other.
TROILUSFly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 20I would swim after.
DIOMEDESThou dost miscall retire:
I do not fly, but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee!
THERSITESAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 25Hold thy whore, Grecian! — now for thy whore,
Trojan! — now the sleeve, now the sleeve!
HECTORWhat art thou, Greek? art thou for Hector's match?
Art thou of blood and honour?
THERSITESNo, no, I am a rascal; a scurvy railing knave:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 30a very filthy rogue.
HECTORI do believe thee: live.
THERSITESGod-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a
plague break thy neck for frightening me! What's
become of the wenching rogues? I think they have
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 35swallowed one another: I would laugh at that
miracle: yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself.
I'll seek them.

ACT V

SCENE V. Another part of the plains.

DIOMEDESGo, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;
Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;
Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 5And am her knight by proof.
ServantI go, my lord.
AGAMEMNONRenew, renew! The fierce Polydamas
Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 10And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,
Upon the pashed corses of the kings
Epistrophus and Cedius: Polyxenes is slain,
Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt,
Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 15Sore hurt and bruised: the dreadful Sagittary
Appals our numbers: haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.
NESTORGo, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles;
And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 20There is a thousand Hectors in the field:
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work; anon he's there afoot,
And there they fly or die, like scaled sculls
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 25And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath:
Here, there, and every where, he leaves and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite
That what he will he does, and does so much
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 30That proof is call'd impossibility.
ULYSSESO, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance:
Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 35That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to him,
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend
And foams at mouth, and he is arm'd and at it,
Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 40Engaging and redeeming of himself
With such a careless force and forceless care
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,
Bade him win all.
AJAXTroilus! thou coward Troilus!
DIOMEDESAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 45Ay, there, there.
NESTORSo, so, we draw together.
ACHILLESWhere is this Hector?
Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 50Hector? where's Hector? I will none but Hector.

ACT V

SCENE VI. Another part of the plains.

AJAXTroilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head!
DIOMEDESTroilus, I say! where's Troilus?
AJAXWhat wouldst thou?
DIOMEDESI would correct him.
AJAXAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 5Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office
Ere that correction. Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
TROILUSO traitor Diomed! turn thy false face, thou traitor,
And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse!
DIOMEDESHa, art thou there?
AJAXAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 10I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed.
DIOMEDESHe is my prize; I will not look upon.
TROILUSCome, both you cogging Greeks; have at you both!
HECTORYea, Troilus? O, well fought, my youngest brother!
ACHILLESNow do I see thee, ha! have at thee, Hector!
HECTORAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 15Pause, if thou wilt.
ACHILLESI do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan:
Be happy that my arms are out of use:
My rest and negligence befriends thee now,
But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 20Till when, go seek thy fortune.
HECTORFare thee well:
I would have been much more a fresher man,
Had I expected thee. How now, my brother!
TROILUSAjax hath ta'en AEneas: shall it be?
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 25No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him: I'll be ta'en too,
Or bring him off: fate, hear me what I say!
I reck not though I end my life to-day.
HECTORStand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark:
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 30No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;
I'll frush it and unlock the rivets all,
But I'll be master of it: wilt thou not,
beast, abide?
Why, then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

ACT V

SCENE VII. Another part of the plains.

ACHILLESCome here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel:
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath:
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 5Empale him with your weapons round about;
In fellest manner execute your aims.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:
It is decreed Hector the great must die.
THERSITESThe cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now,
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 10bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now my double-
henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The bull has the
game: ware horns, ho!
MARGARELONTurn, slave, and fight.
THERSITESWhat art thou?
MARGARELONAct 5 Sc 7 Ln 15A bastard son of Priam's.
THERSITESI am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard
begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard
in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will
not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard?
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 20Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the
son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment:
farewell, bastard.
MARGARELONThe devil take thee, coward!

ACT V

SCENE VIII. Another part of the plains.

HECTORMost putrefied core, so fair without,
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath:
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death.
ACHILLESAct 5 Sc 8 Ln 5Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:
Even with the vail and darking of the sun,
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
HECTORI am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek.
ACHILLESAct 5 Sc 8 Ln 10Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.
So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down!
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.
On, Myrmidons, and cry you all amain,
'Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.'
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 15Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.
MYRMIDONSThe Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord.
ACHILLESThe dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Act 5 Sc 8 Ln 20Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.

ACT V

SCENE IX. Another part of the plains.

AGAMEMNONHark! hark! what shout is that?
NESTORPeace, drums!
Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles.
DIOMEDESThe bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles.
AJAXAct 5 Sc 9 Ln 5If it be so, yet bragless let it be;
Great Hector was a man as good as he.
AGAMEMNONMarch patiently along: let one be sent
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Act 5 Sc 9 Ln 10Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

ACT V

SCENE X. Another part of the plains.

AENEASStand, ho! yet are we masters of the field:
Never go home; here starve we out the night.
TROILUSHector is slain.
ALLHector! the gods forbid!
TROILUSAct 5 Sc 10 Ln 5He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail,
In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed!
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy!
I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy,
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 10And linger not our sure destructions on!
AENEASMy lord, you do discomfort all the host!
TROILUSYou understand me not that tell me so:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
But dare all imminence that gods and men
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 15Address their dangers in. Hector is gone:
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and say there, Hector's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 20Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away:
Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 25Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
I'll through and through you! and, thou great-sized coward,
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates:
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 30That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe.
PANDARUSBut hear you, hear you!
TROILUSHence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 35Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name!
PANDARUSA goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world!
world! world! thus is the poor agent despised!
O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set
a-work, and how ill requited! why should our
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 40endeavour be so loved and the performance so loathed?
what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see:
Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;
And being once subdued in armed tail,
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 45Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
Good traders in the flesh, set this in your
painted cloths.
As many as be here of pander's hall,
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 50Or if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will shall here be made:
It should be now, but that my fear is this,
Act 5 Sc 10 Ln 55Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss:
Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases,
And at that time bequeathe you my diseases.