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And signify this loving interview
To the expecters of our Trojan part; [sin;
Desire them home.-Give me thy hand, my cou-
I will go eat with thee, and see your knights.
Ajax. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us
here.

Hect. The worthiest of them tell me name by

name;

But for Achilles, my own searching eyes
Shall find him by his large and portly size.

Agam. Worthy 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 stew'd with
And formless ruin of oblivion;
[husks,

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 every heart, great Hector, wel

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Agam. My well fam'd lord of Troy, no less to [To TROILUS.

you.

Men. Let me confirm my princely brother's greeting ;

You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither. Hect. Whom must we answer?

Men. The noble Menelaus.

Hect. O you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!

Mock not, that I affect the untraded + oath ; Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove:

She's well, but bade me not commend her to you. Men. Name her not now, Sir; she's a deadly theme.

Hect. Oh! pardon; I offend.

Nest. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee Labouring for destiny, make cruel way [oft, Through 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 declin'd; §
That 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;
But 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 like thee: Let an old man embrace thee;
And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.
Ene. 'Tis the old Nestor.

Hect. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, [time :Thou hast so long walk'd hand in hand with Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. Nest. I would my arms could match thee in contention,

As they contend with thee in courtesy.
Hect. I would they could.

Nest. Ha!

[row.

By this white beard, I'd fight with thee to-mow. Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time

Ulyss. I wonder now how yonder city stands, When we have here her base and pillar by us.

Hect. I know your favour, lord Ulysses, well. Ab! Sir, there's many a Greek and Trojau dead, Since first I saw yourself and Diomed In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.

Ulyss. Sir, I foretold you then what would

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For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the
clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.

Hect. I must not believe you:

There they stand yet; and modestly I think,
The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
A drop of Grecian blood: The end crowns all;
And that old common arbitrator, time,
Will one day end it.

Ulyss. So to him we leave it.

Most gentle, and most valiant Hector, welcome.
After the general, I beseech you next
To feast with me, and see me at my tent.
Achil. I shall forestall thee, lord Ulysses,
thou !-

Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
I have with exact view perus'd thee, Hector,
And quoted* joint by joint.

Hect. Is this Achilles ?

Achil. I am Achilles.

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As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb. Hect. Oh! like a book of sport thou’it read me o'er ;

But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?
Achil. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of
his body
[there 1
Shall I destroy him? whether there, there, or
That I may give the local wound a name;
And make distinct the very breach whereout
Hector's great spirit flew: Answer me, heavens!
Hect. It would discredit the bless'd 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, Where thou wilt hit me dead?

Achil. I tell thee, yea.

Hect. Wert 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;
But, by the forge that stithied Mars bis 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,
Or may I never——

Ajax. Do 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,
If you have stomach; the general state, I fear,
Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him.

Hect. I pray you, let us see you in the field; We have bad pelting wars, since you refus'd The Grecians' cause.

Achil. Dost thou entreat me, Hector ? To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death; To-night all friends.

Hect. Thy hand upon that match.
Agam. First, all you peers of Greece go to my
tent;

There 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.

[Exeunt all but TROILUS and ULYSSES. Tro. My lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you In what place of the field doth Calchas keep? Ulyss. At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus:

+ Forename. Inclination.

1 Former.

• Observed. Stithy, a smith's shop. Petty. Feast.

• Small drums

There Diomed doth feast with him to-night;
Who neither looks upon the heaven, nor earth,
But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view
On the fair Cressid.

Tre. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so much,

After we part from Agamemnon's tent,
To bring me thither?

Ulyss. You shall command me, Sir.
As gentle tell me, of what honour was

Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent. This night in banqueting must all be spent. Away, Patroclus.

[Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain, these two may run mad; but if with too much brain, and too little 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 ear

This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover wax: And the goodly transformation of Jupiter

there

That wails her absence?

Tro. O Sir, to such as boasting show their

scars,

A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord ?
She was belov'd, she lov'd; she is, and doth :
But, still, sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.
[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I-The Grecian Camp.-Before ACHILLES' Tent.

Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.

Achil. I'll beat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,

Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.Patrocius, let us feast him to the height.

Patr. Here comes Thersites.

Enter THERSITES.

Achil. How now, thou core of envy ? Thos crusty batch of nature, what's the news? Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seemest, and idol of idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.

Arail. From whence, fragment?

Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy. Patr. Who keeps the tent now?

Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's whand.

Patr. Well said, Adversity! and what need these tricks?

Ther. Prythee be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male

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Patr. Male varlet, you rogue! what's that? Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, raptures, catarrhs, loads o'gravel i'the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten Evers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impostheme, sciaticas, limekilus i'the palm, incurabie bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-simple of the tetter; take and take again such preposterous dacoveries!

Petr. Why thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curse thus ?

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there, his brother, the bull,-the primitive statue and 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 an ox were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, on owl, a puttock, or a herring without a row, I would not care; but to be Menelaus,-I would conspire against destiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Thersites; for I care not to be the louse of a lazar, so I were not Menelaus.-Hey-day! spirits and fires!

Enter HECTOR, TROILUS, AJAX, AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, MENELAUS, and DIOMED, with Lights.

Agam. We go wrong, we go wrong.
Ajax. No, yonder 'tis ;

There, where we see the lights.
Hect. I trouble you.

Ajax. No, not a whit.

Ulyss. Here comes himself to guide you.

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Ther. That 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 Brabler the bound; but when he performs, astronomers foretel 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 drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after.-Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets! [Exit.

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Ther. Now the pledge; now, now, now !
Cres. Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve.
Tro. O beauty! where's thy faith ?
Ulyss. My lord,-

Tro. I will be patient: outwardly I will.
Cres. You look upon that sleeve; Behold it
well.-

He loved me-O false wench!-Giv't me again. Dio. Who was't?

Cres. No matter, now I hav't again.

I will not meet with you to-morrow night:

I pr'ythee Diomed, visit me no more.
Ther. Now she sharpens ;-Well said, whet

Cres. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more stone. to folly.

Ther. Roguery!

Dio. Nay, then,—

Cres. I'll tell you what :

Dio. Pho! pho! come, tell a pin: You are

forsworn.

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Dio. I shall have it. Cres. What, this? Dio. Ay, that.

Cres. Oh! all you gods!-0 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;
He that takes that, must take my heart withal.
Dio. I had your heart before, this follows it.
Tro. I did swear patience.

Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed; 'faith you shall not:

I'll give you something else,

Dio. I will have this; Whose was it?
Cres. 'Tis no matter.

Dio. Come, tell me whose it was.

Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.

But now you have it, take it.

Dio. Whose was it?

Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder,† And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

Dio. To morrow will I wear it on my helm; And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Tro. Wert thou the devil, and wor'st on thy It should be challenged. [horn, Cres. Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past ;-And yet

it is not;

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But it straight starts you.

Dio. I do not like this fooling.

Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not

you, pleases me best.

Dio. What, shall I come? the hour?

Cres. Ay, come :-O Jove !

Do come :-I shall be plagu'd.
Dio. Farewell till then.

Cres. Good night. I pr'ythee, come.

[Exit DIONEDES. Troilus, farewell! one eye yet looks on thee; But 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. [Exit CRESSIDA.

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Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish more,

Unless she said, My mind is now turn'd whore.
Ulyss. All's done, my lord.
Tre. It is.

Ulyss. Why stay we then?

Tro. To 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,
And esperance so obstinately strong,
That doth invert the attest || of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

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Ther. Will he swagger himself out on's own eves!

Tro. This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:

If beauty have a soul, this is not she;

If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimony,
If sacumony be the gods' delight,
If there be rule in unity itself,

This was not she. O madness of discourse,
That cause sets up with and against itself!
Bid authority! where reason can revolt
Wiest perdition, and loss assuine all reason
Whout revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid !
With my soul there doth commence a fight
Of

is strange nature, that a thing inseparate
Ddes more widely than the sky and earth;
A yet the spacious breath of this division
Admits to orifice for a point as subtle
As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Creased is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven:
Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself;
The buds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolv'd, and
lous'd;

And with another knot, five-finger tied,
The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy re-
liques

Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
Ligss. May worthy Troilus be half attach'd
With that which here his passion doth express?
Tre. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged
In characters as red as Mars his heart [well
Intan'd with Venus: never did young man
fancy

so eternal and so fix'd a soul. Hark, Greek ;—As much as I do Cressid love, Bach by weight hate I her Diomed: That sireve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm ; Were it a casque 5 compos'd by Vulcan's skill, Msword should bite it: not the dreadful spout, Which shipmen do the hurricano call,

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in mass by the almighty sun, kad dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear la his descent, than shall my prompted sword Fang on Diomed.

Ter. He'll tickle it for his concupy. ¶¶ Tre. O Cressid! O false Cressid ! false, false, false !

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Let all untruths stand by thy stained name, And they'll seem glorious.

Ulyss. Oh! contain yourself; Your passion draws ears hither.

Enter ENEAS.

Ene. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord:

Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;
Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
Tro. Have with you, prince :-My courteous
lord, adieu:

Farewell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,
Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.
Tro. Accept distracted thanks.

[Exeunt TROILUS, ÆNEAS, and ULYSSES. Ther. 'Would 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 intelligence 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!

[Exit.

SCENE III.-Troy.-Before PRIAM'S
Palace.

Enter HECTOR and ANDROMACHE. And. When was my lord so much ungently temper'd,

To stop his ears against admonishment?
Unarin, unarm, and do not fight to-day.
Hect. You train me to offend you; get you in :
By all the everlasting gods, I'll go.

And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the day.

Hect. No more, I say.

Enter CASSANDRA.

Cas. Where is my brother Hector?

And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent:

Consort 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.

Cas. Oh! it is true.

Hect. Ho! bid my trumpet sound!

Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet

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How now, young man? mean'st thou to fight today?

And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade. [Exit CASSANDRA. Hect. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harness, youth, I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry:

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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.
Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,
Which better fits a lion than a man.

Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide!
me for it.

Tro. When many times the captive Grecians

fall,

Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,
You bid them rise, and live.

Hect. Oh! 'tis fair play.

Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.
Hect. How now? how now?

Tro. For the love of all the gods,

Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother;
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. +

Hect. Fie, savage, fie!

Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars.

Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and
fight;
[night.
Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at
Pri. Farewell : the gods with safety stand
about thee!

[Exeunt severally PRIAM and HECTOR.
Alarums.

Tro. They are at it; hark! Proud Diomed,

believe,

I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.

AS TROILUS is going out, enter, from the
other side, PANDARUS.

Pan. Do you hear, my lord? do you hear f
Tro. What now?

Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.
Tro. Let me read.

Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally ptisick so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl: and what one thing, what another, that I shall leave 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,

Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says she

to-day.

Tro. Who should withhold me?

Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars
Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire;
Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,
Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears;
Nor you, my brother, with your true sword
drawn,

Oppos'd to hiuder me, should stop my way,
But by my ruin.

Re-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.

Cas. Lay 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 altogether.

Pri. Come, Hector, come, go back:

there?

Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter
from the heart; [Tearing the letter.
The effect doth operate another way.—
Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change toge-
ther.-

My love with words and errors still she feeds;
But edities another with her deeds.

[Exeunt severally. SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter THERSITES. Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another; I'll go look on. This dissembling abo ninable varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy

Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath bad there, in his helm: I would fain see them meet;

visions;

Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself

Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,
To tell thee-that this day is ominous:
Therefore, come back.

Hect. Eneas is a-field;

And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks,
Even in the faith of valour, to appear
This morning to them.

Pri. But thou shalt not go.

Hect. I 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.
Cas. O Priam, yield not to him.
And. Do not, dear father.

Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you:
Upon the love you bear me, get you in.
[Exit ANDROMACHE.
Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl
Makes all these bodements.

Cas. O 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!
How poor Andromache shrills her dolours
forth!

Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazement,
Like witless antics, one another meet,

And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hec-
tor!

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that that same young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, might send that Greekish whoremasterly villain with the sleeve, back to the dis sembling luxurions drab, on a sleeveless errand. O' the other side, The policy of those crafty swearing rascals,-that stale old mouse-eaten dry cheese, Nestor : and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, -is not proved worth 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 prouder 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 come sleeve, and t'other.

Enter DIOMEDES, TROILUS following. Tro. Fly not; for, should'st thou take the river Styx,

I Would swim after.

Dio. Thou dost miscal retire:

I do not fly; but advantageous care
Withdrew me from the odds of multitude:
Have at thee!

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian -now for thy whore, Trojan!-now the sleeve, now the sleeve!

[Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting.

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