[Aside. [Aside. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient. [Aside. 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 him, I mean? Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour bet ter. Pan. I do desire it. 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 ? Pan. Who play they to? Serv. To the hearers, Sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Serv. At mine, Sir, and their's that love music. Pan. Command, I mean, friend. Serv. Who shall I command, Sir? Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these men play? Serv. That's to't, indeed, Sir: Marry, Sir at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; with him, the mortal Venus, the heartblood of beauty, love's invisible soul, Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? Serv. No, Sir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes? Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris from the prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seeths." Serv. Sodden business ! there's a stewed phrase, indeed! Enter PARIS and HELEN, attended. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, • Boils. fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. 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. 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? Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But (marry) thus, my lord,-My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus The shaft confounds, But 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: 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 armHelen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweeted to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. lord, Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends himself most affectionately to you. 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. 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? 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 sup-To per, 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;t come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say -Cressida? no, your poor disposer's sick. .Par. I spy. Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done. Pan. My niece 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; Pan. Ay, yon may, you may. To Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. [Erit. [A Retreat sounded. Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's ball, greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buc- With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, vant, Paris : Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, mdo us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! Pur. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but straight. Pan. In good troth, it begins so: Love, love, nothing but love, still more! . By fits. + Wide of your mark. And fly with me to Cressid ! I fear it much; and I do fear besides, Re-enter PANDARUS. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come She does so straight you must be witty now. blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :-she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit PANDARUS. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a fevorous pulse; Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's a baby.-Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me. -What are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways: an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the fills. -Why do you not speak to her?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend daylight! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now, a kiss in fee-farm! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'the river go to, go to. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again 1 Here's-In witness whereof the parties interchangeably-Come in come in; I'll go get a fire. Exit PANDARUS. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus? Cres. Wished my lord ?-The gods grant 1-0 my lord! Tro. What should they grant? what. makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Cres. More dregs than water if my fears have eyes. Tro. Fears make devils cherubins; they never see truly. Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Tro. Oh let my lady apprehend no fear in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no mon ster. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Tro. Nothing but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady,-that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit. Cres. They, say, all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more 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 bares, are they not monsters ? Tro. Are there such? such are not we: Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove ; our head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert, before his birth; and, being born, his addition shall be Few words to fair truth: Troilus humble. 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 any lord: if he flinch, chide me for it. Tro. You know now your hostages: your uncle's word, and my firm faith. Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart: Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day For many weary months. Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win ? Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my with the first glance that ever-Pardon me; lord, If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. I 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 mother: See, we Too headstrong for their fools! Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us, Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. Pan. Pretty, i'faith. Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me ; Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss: I am asham'd ;-O heavens ! what have I done?For this time will I take my leave, my lord. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ? Pan. Leave? an you take leave till to-morrow morning, Cres. Pray you, content you. Cres. Let me go and try: Cres. Perchance my lord, I show more craft And fell so roundly to a large confession, • Titles. Tro. Oh! that I thought it could be in a [ As new into the world, strange, unacquainted: woman, (As, if it cau, I will presume in you,) To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth. 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, Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, f As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,— As true as Troilus shall crown up ý the verse, Cres. Prophet may you be ! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Pun. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness.-Here I hold your hand; here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars: let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen. SOENE 111.-The Grecian Camp. The advantage of the time prompts me aloud I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession, I do beseech you, as in way of taste, make demand. Shall quite strike off all service I have done, Agam. Let Diomedes hear him, And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have [Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS. Enter ACHILLES and their Tent. Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his teut: Please it our general to pass strangely by him, If so, I have derision med'cinable, put on A form of strangeness as we pass along ;- more Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Agam. What says Achilles? would he ought with us? Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Achil. No. To send their smiles before them to Achilles ; Achil. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, je in the fall. But 'tis not so with me: ortune and I are friends; I do enjoy Et 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 How now, Ulysses? Ulyss. Now great Thetis' son? Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. Ulyss. I do not strain at the position; It is familiar; but at the author's drift: Who, in his circumstance, expressly provesThat no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others: The voice again or like a gate of steel [this; 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! An act that very chance doth throw upon him, How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, How excellent soever endowed. + Detail of argument. Achil. I do believe it; for they pass'd by me, As misers do by beggars: neither gave to me Good word nor look: What, are my deeds forgot? Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes; As fast as they are made, forgot as soon Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Though less than your's in past, must o'ertop band, And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, One touch of nature makes the whole world And give to dust, that is a little gilt, I have strong reasons. Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy The reasons are more potent and heroical: 'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam's daughters. Achil. Ha! known? Ulyss. Is that a wonder? The providence that's in a watchful state, |