Bull-bearing Milo his addition' yield Paris from the prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seeths. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise:- Ajax. Shall I call you father? Nest. Ay, my good son. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general ACT III. SCENE I.-Troy. A room in Priam's palace. Enter Pandarus and a Servant. Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris? Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be prais'd! Pan. You know me, do you not? Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially. Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better. Serv. You are in the state of grace. [Music within. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles:-What music is this? Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is music in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians? Serv. Wholly, sir. Pan. Who play they to? Serv. To the hearers, sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music. Serv. Who shall I command, sir? Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these men play? Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir: Marry, sir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul, Pan. Who, my cousin, Cressida ? Serv. No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes? Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with (1) Titles. (2) Stream, rivulet. (3) Boils. Enter Paris and Helen, attended. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be to your fair pillow! Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.Fair prince, here is good broken music. Par. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance :-Nell, he is full of harmony. Pan. Truly, lady, no. Helen. O, sir, Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.* Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen :My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word? Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you sing, certainly. Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me.-But (marry) thus, my lord,—my dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,himself most affectionately to you. Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to ;-commends Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head! Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i'faith. Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offence. Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it 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. Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pan. What says my sweet queen,-my very very sweet queen. Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night. Helen. Nay, but my lord, Pan. What says my sweet queen?-My cousin will fall out with you. You must not know where he sups. Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide;" come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you sayCressida? no, your poor disposer's sick. Par. I spy. Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done. Pan. My ncice is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris. Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now. (4) Parts of a song. (5) Wide of your mark, Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, Pan. Have you seen my cousin? sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will un- Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, do us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith And give me swift transportance to those fields, Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, Pan. In good troth, it begins so: Love, love, nothing but love, still more! These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day? Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have arm'd to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not? Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen--I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse. Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her That it enchants my sense; What will it be, I fear it much; and I do fear besides, Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :-she fetches her breath as short as a newta'en sparrow. [Exit Pandarus. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse: Enter Pandarus and Cressida. a baby.-Here she is now: swear the oaths now to Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's 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 [Exit. ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the [A retreat sounded.fills,-Why do you not speak to her?-Come, draw Par. They are come from field: let us to Pri-day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas, the Helen. Commend me to your niece. am's hall, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you Or force of Greekish sinews: you shall do more Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, [Exe. Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. SCENE II.-The same. Pandarus' orchard. Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting. Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my cousin Cressida's? Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him thither. and kiss the mistress. How now? a kiss in fee'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, farm? build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel,' for all the ducks i'the river. go to, go to. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: bu she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What billing again? Here's -In witness whereof the parties interchangeablyCome in, come in; I'll go get a fire. [Exit Pan. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? thus. Cres. Wished, my lord ?-The gods grant!-O my lord! Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds I am asham'd;-O heavens! what have I done?safer footing than blind reason stumbling without For this time will I take my leave, my lord. fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid? What offends you, lady? Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning, Cres. Pray you, content you. Tro. Cres. Sir, mine own company. Tro. Yourself. You cannot shun Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we Vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking 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; I have a kind of self resides with you; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to But an unkind self, that itself will leave, limit. To be another's fool. I would be gone: Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak so wisely. Cres. They 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 that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters? Tro. Are they such? such are not we: Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert, before his birth; and, being born, his addition' shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Re-enter Pandarus. Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet? Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you. Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord: if he flinch, chide me for it. Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word, and my firm faith. Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can tell you: they stick where they are thrown. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart: Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. Cres. My lord, I do bescech you, pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss: | Cres. Let me go and try: Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love; And fell so roundly to a large confession, O virtuous fight, Cres. Prophet may you be! If I be false or swerve a hair from truth, From false to false, among false maids in love, Upbraid my falschood! when they have said-as false As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'M be the witness.-Here I hold your hand; here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars; let all inconstant men be Troiluses, all false (4) Comparison (5) Conclude it. women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pan-So do each lord; and either greet him not, dars! say, Amen. Tro. Amen. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away. And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here, [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Grecian camp. Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud As new into the world, strange, unacquainted: Out of those many register'd in promise, Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, Dio. This shall I undertake; and, 'tis a burden Please it our general to pass strangely by him, Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the Achil. No. [Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit Men. Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? Ajax. How now, Patroclus? Achil. Ajax. Achil. Good morrow. Ajax. Good morrow, Ajax. Ha? Ay, and good next day too. [Exit Ajax. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles? Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles; Achil Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out How now, Ulysses? Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son? Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on The bearer knows not, but commends itself him: If so, I have derision med'cinable, To use between your strangeness and his pride, (1) An instrument for tuning harps, &c. To others' eyes; nor doth the eye itself It is familiar; but at the author's drift: (2) Shyly, (3) Excellently endowed. Who, in his circumstance,' expressly proves- The present eye praises the present object: Where they are extended; which, like an arch, re- If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive, verberates The voice again; or like a gate of steel His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this: The unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use! How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, To see these Grecian lords!-Why, even already Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: And case thy reputation in thy tent; Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, And drave great Mars to faction. I have strong reasons. Of this my privacy But 'gainst your privacy Achil. 1 Ha! known? Ulyss. Is that a wonder? Those scraps are good deeds past: which are de- Great Hector's sister did Achilles win; vour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; Remuneration for the thing it was; High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,- (1) Detail of argument. But our great Ajax bravely beat down him. [Exit. Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you : Achil. Achil. I see my reputation is at stake; Patr. Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus. To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; (3) The descent of the deities to combat on ei ther side. (4) Polyxena. (5) Friend., |