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Have to the port of Athens sent their ship, fraught with the ministers and instruments of cruel war. Sixty and nine that wore their crownets regal from the Athenian bay put forth towards Phrygia, and their vow is made to ransack Troy, within whose strong immures the ravished Helen, Menelaus' queen, with wanton Paris, sleeps, and that's the quarrel. To Tenedos they come.

and the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge their warlike fraughty now on Dardan plains the fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch their brave pavilion Priam's six-gated city Dardan and Timbria Helius Cetus Troian and Antenorides with massy staples and corresponsive and fulfilling bolts spare up the sons of Troy

Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Sets all on hazard.

and hither am i come a prologue armed but not in confidence of author's pen or actor's voice but suited in like conditions as our argument to tell you fair beholders that our play leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils beginning in the middle starting thence away to what may be digested in a play

like or find fault do as your pleasures are now good or bad tis but the chance of war act one scene one troy before priam's palace enter troilus arm'd and pandarus call here my varlet i'll unarm again why should i war without the walls of troy that find such cruel battle here within

Which Trojan that is master of his heart let him to field? Troilus, alas, hath none. Will this gear ne'er be mended? The Greeks are strong, and skillful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant. But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance, Less valiant than the virgin in the night.

and skillless is unpractised infancy captain well i have told you enough of this for my part i'll not meddle nor make no further he that will have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding captain have i not tarried captain ay the grinding but you must tarry the bolting

Have I not tarried? Aye, the bolting, but you must tarry the leavening. Still have I tarried. Aye, 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 stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips. Patience herself!

What goddess e'er she be doth lesser blanch at sufferance than I do? At Priam's royal table do I sit, and when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts. So, traitor, when she comes, when is she thence? Well, she looked yesterday night fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else. I was about to tell thee, when my heart, as wedged with a sigh—

would rive in twain lest hector or my father should perceive me i have as when the sun doth light a scorn buried this sigh in a wrinkle of a smile but sorrow that has couched in seeming gladness

It's like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. And her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's. We'll go, too. 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 will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit, but— Oh, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus—

you tell thee there my hopes lie drowned reply not in how many fathoms deep they lie indrenched

I tell thee, I am mad in 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, oh, that her hand, in whose comparison all whites are ink,

writing 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, thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me the knife that made it. I speak no more than truth.

let us not speak so much faith i'll not meddle in't let her be as she is if she be fair tis the better for her and she be not she has the mens in her own hands good pandarus how now pandarus i have had my labour for my travail ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you gone between and between but small thanks for my labour what art thou angry pandarus

what with me because she's kin to me therefore she's not so fair as helen and she were not kin to me she would be as fair on friday as helen is on sunday but what care i i care not an she were a blackamoor tis all one to me

say i she is not fair i 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 i'll meddle nor make no more of the matter pandarus not i sweet pandarus pray you speak no more to me i will leave all as i found it and there's an end exit pandarus an alarum peace you ungracious clamors

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 it is too starved a subject for my sword but pandarus oh gods how you do plague me not come to cressid but by pander dante's as tetchy to be wooed to woo as she is stubborn chaste against all suit

Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, What Cressidae is, what Pandur, and what we. Her bed is India. There she lies, a pearl. Between our Ilium and where she resides, Let it be called wild and wandering flood. Ourself the merchant, and this sailing Pandur, Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.

Alarum, enter Aeneas. How now, Prince Troilus, wherefore not a field? Because not there. This woman's answer sorts, for womanish it is to be from thence. What news, Aeneas, from the field to-day? That Paris is returned home, and hurt. By whom, Aeneas? Troilus, by Menelaus. Let Paris bleed. 'Tis but a scar to scorn. Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn. Alarum.

quite good sport is out of town to-day. Exeunt. SCENE II. THE SAME. A STREET. Enter Cressida and Alexander.

who were those went by queen hecuba and helen and whither go they up to the eastern tower whose heighth commands as subject all the vale to see the battle hector whose patience is as a vertue fixed

Today was moved. He chide Andromache, and struck his armorer. And, like as there were husbandry in war, before the sun rose he was harnessed light, and to the field goes he, where every flower did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw in Hector's wrath. What was his cause of anger? The noise goes this.

there was among the greeks a lord of trojan blood nephew to hector they call him ajax good and what of him they say that he is a very man per se and stands alone so do all men unless they are drunk sick or have no legs this man lady hath robbed many beasts of their particular editions he is as valiant as the lion churlish as the bear slow as the elephant

a man into 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 cause and merry against the hair he hath the joints of every thing but every thing so out of joint that he is a gouty

Many hands and no use, or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry? They 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. Who comes here? Madam, your uncle Pandarus. Enter Pandarus.

hector's a gallant man as may be in the world lady what's that what's that good morrow uncle pandarus good morrow cousin cressid what do you talk of good morrow alexander how do you cousin

when were you at ilium this morning uncle what were you talking of when i came was hector armed and gone ere you came to ilium helen was not up was she hector was gone but helen was not up even so hector was stirring early that were we talking of and of his anger was he angry so he says here true he was so i know the cause too he'll lay about him to-day i can tell him that

and theirs Troilus will not come far behind him. Let them take heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too. What, is he angry too? Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. Oh, Jupiter, there's no comparison. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man if you see him? Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him. Well, I say Troilus is Troilus. Then you say as I say.

For I am sure he is not Hector. No, nor Hector is not Troilus in some degrees. Tis just to each of them. He is himself. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus, I would he were. So he is. Condition, I had gone barefoot to India. He is not Hector. Himself? No, he's not himself. Would I 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. Excuse me. He is elder.

pardon me pardon me t'other's not come to it you shall tell me another tale when t'other's come to it hector shall not have his wit this year he shall not need it if he have his own nor his qualities no matter nor his beauty twould not become him his own's better you have no judgment niece helen herself swore t'other day that troilus for a brown favor

for so tis i must confess not brown neither no but brown faith to say truth brown and not brown to say the truth true and not true she praised his complexion above paris why paris hath colour enough so he has then 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 a copper nose. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris. Then she's a merry Greek indeed. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him the other day into the compressed window.

and you know he has not passed three or four hairs on his chin indeed a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his particulars therein to a total why he is very young and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother hector is he so young a man and so old a lifter but to prove to you that helen loves him she came and put me her white hand to his cloven chin you no have mercy

how came it cloven why you know that tis dimpled i think his smiling becomes him better than any man in all phrygia oh he smiles valiantly does he not oh yes and twere a cloud in autumn why go to then but to prove to you that helen loves

Troilus will stand to the proof if you'll prove it so. Troilus! Why, he esteems her no more than I esteem an idle egg. If you love an idle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chicken to the shell. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin. Indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confess. Without the rack. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin.

Alas, poor Chin! many a war 'tis richer. But there was such laughing, Queen Hecuba laughed that her eyes ran o'er. With millstones? And Cassandra laughed. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes. Did her eyes run o'er too? And Hector laughed. At what was all this laughing? Mary, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin.

"'And it'd been a green hair I should have laughed, too.' They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer. "'What was his answer?' "'Quoth she, Here's but two and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.' "'This is her question.' "'That's true. Make no question of that. Two and fifty 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'd out and give it him but there was such laughing in helen so blush'd and paris so chaff'd and all the rest so laugh'd that it pass'd so let it now for it has been while going by well cousin i told you a thing yesterday think on't so i do i'll be sworn tis true he will weep you and twere a man born in april and i'll spring up in his tears and twere a nettle against may

A retreat sounded. Hark! They are coming from the field. Shall we stand up here and see them as they pass toward Ilium? Good niece, do, sweet niece Cressida. At your pleasure. Here, here, here's an excellent place. Here we may see most bravely. I'll tell them all by their names as they pass by, but mark Trollis above the rest. Speak!

speak not so loud that'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 who's that that's antinor he has a shrewd wit i can tell you and he's a man good enough he's one of the soundest judgments in whosoever and a proper man of person

When comes Troilus, I'll show you Troilus anon. If he see me, you shall see him nod at me. Will he give you the nod? You shall see. If he do, the rich shall have more. That's Hector, that. That, look you, that. There's a fellow. Go thy way, Hector. There's a brave man, niece. O brave Hector, look how he looks. There's a countenance. Is not a brave man? O, a brave man!

is it not it does a man's heart good look you what hacks are on his helmet look you yonder do you see look you there there's no jesting there's laying on take it off who will as they say there be hacks be those with swords swords anything he cares not and 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 not a gallant man too is not why this is brave now who said he came hurt home to-day he's not hurt why this will do helen's heart good now

would i could see troilus now you shall see troilus anon who's that that's helenus i marvel where troilus is that's helenus i think he went not forth to-day that's helenus can helenus fight uncle helenus no yes he'll fight in different well i marvel where troilus is hark do you not hear the people cry troilus helenus is a priest what sneaking fellow comes yonder

Where? Yonder. That's D. Phobos. Tis Troilus. There's a man, niece. Him. Brave Troilus. The Prince of Chivalry. Peace! For shame! Peace! Mark 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.

had a sister were a grace or a daughter a goddess he should take his choice o admirable man paris paris is dirt to him an eye warrant helen to change would give an eye to boot here come more

asses 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 doves crows and doves i had rather be such a man as troilus than agamemnon and all greece there is among the greeks achilles a better man than troilus achilles a drayman a porter a very camel

well well well well why have you any discretion have you 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 i a minced man and then to be baked with no date in the pie for then the man's dates out

you are such a woman one knows not at what ward you lie upon my back to defend my belly upon my wit to defend my wiles upon my secrecy to defend mine honesty my mask to defend my beauty

and you to defend all these and at all these wards i lie at a thousand watches say one of your watches nay i'll watch you for that and that's one of the chiefest 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's swell past hiding and then it's past watching you are such another

Enter Troilus's boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. Where? At your own house. There he unarms him. Good boy. Tell him I come. Exit boy. I doubt he be hurt. Fare you well, good niece. Adieu, uncle. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. To bring, uncle? Aye, a token from Troilus. By the same token, you are a bawd. Exit Pandarus.

words vows gifts tears and love's full sacrifice he offers in another's enterprise more in troilus thousand-fold i see than in the glass of panders praise may be yet hold i off women are angels wooing things 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 never knew love got so sweet as when desire did sue therefore 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 scene three the grecian camp before agamemnon's tent enter agamemnon nestor ulysses menelaus and others agamemnon princes what grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks

The ample proposition that hope makes in all designs begun on earth below fails in the promised largeness. Checks and disasters grow in the veins of actions highest reared, as knots by the conflux of meetings up infect the sound pine and divert his grain, tortive and errant from his course of growth.

Nor, princess, is it matter new to us, that we come short of our suppose so far, that after seven years see yet Troywall stand, seeth every action that hath gone before, whereof we have record, trial did draw by us and thwart, not answering the aim, and that unbodied figure of the thought that gave to surmise shape.

why then you princes do you with cheeks abashed behold our works and call them shames which are indeed naught else but the protractive trials of great jove to find persistive constancy in men the finesse of which metal is not found in fortune's love for then the bold and coward the wise and fool the artist and unread

The hard and soft seem all affind 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 lies rich in virtue and unmingled. With due observance of thy godlike seat, Great Hagamemnon, Nestor shall apply thy latest words.

in the reproof of chance lies the true proof of men the sea being smooth how 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 the strong ribbed bark through liquid mountains cut bounding between the two moist elements like perseus's horse

Where's then the saucy boat, whose weak untimbered sides, but even now co-rivalled greatness, either to harbour fled, or 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 makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

and flies fled under shade why then the thing of courage has roused with rage with rage doth sympathize and with an accent tuned in self-same key resorts to chiding fortune agamemnon 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. Besides the applause and approbation, the which, most mighty for thy place and sway, and thou most reverent for thy stretched-out life, I give to both your speeches, which were such as Agamemnon and the Hand of Greece should hold up high in brass.

and such a gain as venerable nestor hatched 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 thou great and wise to hear ulysses speak

speak prince of itaca and be it of less expect that matter needless of importless burden divide thy lips then we are confident when rank tercetus opes his majestic jaws we shall hear music wit and oracle troy yet upon his basis had been down and the great hector's sword had lacked a master but for these instances

the specialty of rule hath been neglected and 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 visited the unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask

the heavens themselves the planets and this centre observe degree priority and place in sisture course proportion season form office and custom in all line of order and therefore is the glorious planet sol in noble eminence enthroned and sphered amidst the other

whose medicinable eye corrects the ill aspects of planet's evil and posts like the commandment of a king sans check 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 divert and crack rend and deracinate the unity and married calm of states quite from their fixture

Oh, when degree is shaked, which is the ladder to all high designs, then enterprise is sick. How could communities, degrees and schools, and brotherhoods and cities, peaceful commerce from dividable shores, the primogenitive and due of birth, prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels, but by degree stand in authentic place?

take but degree away, untune that string, and hark what discord follows. Each thing meets in mere a pugnancy. The bounded waters should lift their bosoms higher than the shores and make a sop of all this solid globe. Strength 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

then everything includes itself in power power into will will into appetite and appetite a universal wolf so doubly seconded with will and power must make perforce a universal prey and 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 it hath to climb

the general's disdained 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 of 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.

most wisely hath ulysses ere discovered the fever whereof all our power is sick the nature of the sickness found ulysses what is the remedy the great achilles whom opinion crowns the sinew and the forehand of our host having 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 and 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 lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich to hear the wooden dialogue and sound twixt his stretched footing and the scaffoldage, such to be pitied and o'errested seeming, he acts thy greatness in, and when he speaks, tis like a chime amending, with terms unsquared.

which from the tongue of roaring typhon dropped would seem hyperboles.

at this fusty stuff the large achilles on his prest bed lolling from his deep chest laughs out a loud applause cries 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

Yet 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 and with a palsy fumbling on his gorget shake in and out the rivet and at this sport sir valour dies cries oh enough patroclus or give me ribs of steel i shall split all in pleasure of my spleen

and in this fashion all 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 as stuff for these two to make paradoxes

and in the imitation of these twain who as ulysses says opinion crowns with an imperial voice many are in fact ajax is grown self-willed and bears his head in such a reign 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 their cites a slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint to match us in comparisons with dirt

to weaken and discredit our exposure our rank soever rounded in with danger they tax our policy and call it cowardice count wisdom as no member of the war forestall 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 enemy's weight why 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 or those that with the fineness of their souls by reason guide his execution let this be granted and achilles horse makes many thetis sons

what trumpet look menelaus from troy enter aeneas what would you for our tent is this great agamemnon's tent i pray you even this may one that is a herald and a prince

do a firm message to his kingly ears with surety stronger than achilles arm for all the greekish heads which with one voice call agamemnon head and general fair leave and large security how may a stranger to those most imperial looks know them from the eyes of other mortals how ay i ask that i might waken reverence and 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? This Trojan scorns us, for the men of Troy are ceremonious courtiers. Courtiers as free as debonair, unarmed as bending angels. That's their fame and peace. But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, good arms, strong joints, true swords, and Jove's accord.

but peace eneas peace trojan lay thy finger on thy lips the worthiness of praise disdains his worth if that the praised himself bring the praise forth but what the repining enemy commends

that breath fame blows that praise so sure transcends sir you of troy call you yourself aeneas a greek that is my name what's your affair i pray you sir pardon tis for agamemnon's ears he hears not privately that comes from troy nor i from troy come not to whisper him i bring a trumpet to awake his ear to set his sense on the attentive bent and then to speak

Speak frankly as the wind. It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour. That thou shalt know. Trojan, he is awake. He tells thee so himself. Trumpet blow loud.

Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents, and every Greek of metal let him know what Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud. Trumpet sounds. We have great Agamemnon, here in Troy a prince called Hector, Priam is his father, who in this dull and long-continued truce is rusty-grown. He bade me take a trumpet, and to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords!

if there be one amongst the first 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 that 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 shall 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 to rouse a grecian that is true in love if any come hector shall honour him if none he'll stay in troy when he retires the grecian dames are sunburnt and not worth the splinter of a lance even so much

This 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. If then one is, or hath, or means to be, that one meets Hector, if none else, I'm he. Tell him of Nestor.

one that was a man when hector's grandsire sucked he is old now but if there be not in our grecian host one 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 vauntbrace put this withered brawn. And meeting him, we'll tell him that my lady was 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. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth!

Amen. Fair 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, and find the welcome of a noble foe. Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor.

"'Nestor.' "'What says Ulysses?' "'I have a young conception in my brain. Be you my time to bring it to some shape.' "'What is't?' "'This tis. Blunt wedges rive hard knots, the seeded pride that hath to this maturity blown up in rank Achilles, must or now be cropped or shedding breed a nursery of like evil to overbulk us all.'

well and how this challenge that the gallant hector sends however it is spread in general name relates in purpose only to achilles the 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 as 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 and wake him to the answer think you yes tis most meet whom may you else suppose that can from hector bring his honour off if not achilles though it be a sportful combat yet in the trial much opinion dwells

for here the trojans taste our dearest repute with 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 and 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 and choice being mutual act of all our souls makes merit her election and doth boil as twere from us all a man distilled out of our virtues who miscarrying what heart receives from hence the conquering part to steal a strong opinion to themselves

which entertained limbs are his instruments in no less working than are swords and bows directive by the limbs lear give pardon to my speech therefore 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 that ever hector and achilles meet for both our honour and our shame in this are dogged with two strange followers i see them not with my old eyes

what are they what glory our achilles shares from hector were he not proud we all should share with him but he already is too insolent and we were better parched in afric sun than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes should he scape hector fair if he were foiled why 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 for 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 comes safe off we'll dress him up in voices if he fail yet 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 employed plucks down achilles plumes

ulysses now 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 tar the mastiffs on as twere their bone

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Act 2 of Troilus and Cressida. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare. Act 2. Scene 1. A part of the Grecian camp. Enter Ajax and Thercites. Thercites! Agamemnon, how if ye had boils? Full all over, generally. Thercites! And those boils did run?

say so did not the general run then were that not a botchy caw dog then would come some matter from him i see none now thou bitch wolf's son canst thou not hear beating him feel then the plague of greece upon thee thou mongrel beef-witted lord

Speak then, thou vignette's leaven, speak, I will beat thee into handsomeness. I 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 moraine are thy jade's tricks.

"'Toadstool, learn me the proclamation!' "'Doth thou think I have no sense? Thou strikest me thus?' "'The proclamation!' "'Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.' "'Do not, Porpentine, do not! My fingers itch!' "'I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratchy of thee. "'I would make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece.'

When thou art forth in these incursions, thou strikest as slow as another. I say the proclamation. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full as envy at his greatness as Cerberus is at Proserpine's beauty. I, that thou barkest at him. Mistress Thercides. Thou shouldst strike him. Come.

Cobloaf. He would ponder into shivers with his fist as a sailor breaks a biscuit. Beating him. You horse and cur. Do. Do.

Thou stool for a witch. Ay, do, do, thou sodden-witted lord. Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows, and Athenago may tutor thee, thou scurvy, valiant ass. Thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit.

Like a barbarian slave. If thou used to beat me, I will begin at thy heel and tell what thou art by inches. Thou think of no bowels, thou? You dog! You scurvy lord! Beating him. You cur! Mars, his idiot. Do, redness. Do, camel. Do, do.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus. Why, how now, Ajax? Wherefore do you thus? How now, Thucydides? What's the matter, man? You see him there, do you? Ay, what's the matter? Nay, look upon him. So I do. What's the matter? Nay, but regard him well. Well?

why i do so but yet you look not well upon him for whosoever you take him to be he is ajak i know that fool ay but that fool knows not himself

Therefore I beat thee. No, no, no, no. 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 worth 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. What? I say this Ajax. Ajax offers to beat him. Nay, good Ajax. Has not so much wit. Nay, I must hold you. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle for whom he comes to fight.

peace fool i would have peace and quietness but the fool will not he there that he look you there oh thou damned cur i shall will you set your wit to a fool's no i warrant you for a fool's will shame it good words thucytes

what's the quarrel i bade the vile owl go learn me the tenor of the proclamation and he rails upon me i serve thee not well go to go to i serve here voluntarily your last service was sufferance twas not voluntary no man is beaten voluntary

ajax was here the voluntary and you as under an impress and 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

I were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel. What? With me tooth societies? There's Ulysses and old Nestor. His wit was mouldy. Your grandthighs had nails on their toes. Yoke you like draft oxen and make you plough up the walls. What? What? Yes, good sooth.

Two Achilles, two Ajax, two. I shall cut out your tongue. Tis no matter. I shall speak as much as thou afterwards. No more words Thucytes. Peace. I will hold my peace when Achilles' brats bids me, shall I? That's for you Patroclus. I will see you hanged like clock poles is I come any more to your tents.

i will keep where there is wit stirring and leave the faction of fools exit good riddance mar this sir is proclaimed through all our host that hector by the fifth hour of the sun will with a trumpet twixt our tents and troy to-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 who shall answer him i know not tis put to lottery otherwise he knew this man oh meaning you i will go learn more of it scene two troy a room in priam's palace enter priam hector troilus paris and helenus

After so many hours, lives, speeches spent, thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks, Deliver Helen, and all damage else, as honor, loss of time, travail, expense, wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consumed in hot digestion of this comorant war, shall be struck off. Hector, what say you to it?

though no man lesser fears the greeks than i as far as toucheth my particular yet 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 surety secure but modest doubt is called 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 sole amongst many thousand dimes hath 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 merits in that reason which denies the yielding of her up?

fie 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 the past proportion of his infinite and buckle in a waste most fathomless with spans and inches so diminutive as fears and reasons fie for godly shame no marvel though you bite so sharp at reasons you 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 you are for dreams and slumbers brother priest you fur your gloves with reason here are your reasons you know an enemy intends you harm you know a sword employed is perilous and reason flies the object of all harm

who marvels then when helenus beholds a 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 disorbed nay if we talk of reason let's shut our gates and sleep manhood and honour should have hair hearts would they but fat their thoughts with this crammed reason

Reason and respect make livers pale and lustyhood deject. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost the holding.

What is aught but as tis valued? But value dwells not in particular will; it holds his estimate and dignity as well wherein tis precious of itself as 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 effects without some image of the effected merit. I take today 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 although 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 turn not back the silks upon the merchant when we have soiled them

nor the remainder viands we 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 and did him service he touched the ports desired and for an old aunt whom the greeks held captive he brought a grecian queen whose youth and freshness wrinkles apollos and makes stale the morning why keep we

the grecians have our aunt is she worth keeping why she is a pearl whose price hath launched above a thousand ships and turned crowned kings to merchants if you'll avouch twas wisdom paris went as you must needs for your cry go go

if you'll confess he brought home noble prize as you must needs for you all clapt your hands and cried inestimable why do you now the issue of your proper wisdoms rate and do a deed that fortune never did beggar the estimation which you prized richer than sea and land how theft most base that we have stolen what we do fear to keep but thieves unworthy of a thing so stolen that in their country did them that disgrace we fear to warrant in our native place

Cry, Trojans, cry. What noise? What shriek is this? Tis our mad sister. I do know her voice. Cry, Trojans. It is Cassandra. Enter Cassandra, raving.

Cry, Trojans, cry! Lend me ten thousand eyes, and I will fill them with prophetic tears. Peace, sister, peace! Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled-held, soft infancy that nothing canst but cry, add to my clamors. Let us pay betimes a moiety of that mass of moon to come. Cry, Trojans, cry! Practice your eyes with tears.

Troy must not be, nor could the alien stand. Our firebrand brother Paris burns us all. Cry, Trojans, cry! A Helen and a woo! Cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go! Exit. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high strains of divination in our sister work some 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 why brother hector we may not think the justness of each act such and no other than event doth form it once deject the courage of our mind because cassandra's mad her brainsick raptures cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel which hath our several honours all engaged to make it gracious

for my private part i am no more touched than all priam's sons and jove forbid that there should be done amongst us such things as might offend the weakest spleen to fight for and maintain else 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 all fears attending on so dire a project for what alas can these my single arms

what propogation is in one man's valour to stand the push and enmity of those this quarrel would excite yet i protest were 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. Paris, you speak like one besotted on your sweet delights. You have the honey still, but these the gall. So to be valiant is no praise at all. Sir, I propose not merely to myself the pleasure such a beauty brings with it, but I would have the soil of her fair rape wiped off, in honorable keeping her.

What treason were it to the ransacked queen, disgraced your great worths, and shamed to me, now to deliver her possession up, on 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 when Helen is defended, nor none so noble whose life were ill bestowed 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. Paris and Troilus, you have both said well, and on the cause in question now in hand have glozed, but superficially, not much unlike young men whom Aristotle thought unfit to hear moral philosophy.

the reasons you allege do more conduce to the hot passion of distempered 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 of any true decision nature craves all dues be rendered 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 and that great minds of partial indulgence to their benumbed wills resist the same there is a law in each well-ordered nation to curb those raging appetites that are most disobedient and refractory

if 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 returned thus to persist in doing wrong extenuates not wrong but makes it much more heavy hector's opinion is this in way of truth

yet ne'ertheles my sprightly brethren i propend to you in resolution to keep helen still for tis a cause that hath no mean dependence upon our joint and several dignities why there you touched 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 spent more in her defence

But, worthy Hector, she is a theme of honor and renown, a spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds, whose present courage may beat down our foes in fame in time to come canonize us. For 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. I am yours, you valiant offspring of great Priamus.

I have a roisting challenge sent amongst the dun and factious nobles of the Greeks. We'll strike amazement to their drowsy spirits. I was advertised that their great general slept whilst emulation in the army crept. This, I presume, will wake him. Exeunt. Scene 3. The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles' tent. Enter Thercites, Solas.

how now sir psiches 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 whilst he railed at me

foot. I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue with my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a rare engineer. His Troy be not taken till these two undemide it. The walls will stand till they fall of themselves. 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 short-arm ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce.

It will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider without drawing their massive irons and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp, or rather the boneache, for that, methinks, 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?

Enter Patroclus. Who's there? Thucytes? Good Thucytes, come in and rail. If I could have remembered a gilt cataphract, thou wouldst 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 direction till thy death.

Then, if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair course, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lasers. Amen. Where's Achilles? What, art thou devout? Was't thou in prayer? Ay, the heavens hear me. Enter Achilles. Who's there? Thucydides, my lord. Where, where? Art thou come?

Why my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself into my table so many meals? Come, what's Agamemnon? Thy commander Achilles, then tell me Patroclus, what's Achilles? Thy lord Thucydides, then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself? Thy Noah Patroclus, then tell me Patroclus, what art thou?

thou mayest tell that knowest achilles oh tell tell then i'll decline the whole question agamemnon commands achilles achilles is my lord i am patroclus knower and patroclus is a fool you rascal achilles peace fool i have not done he is a privileged man proceed the

Agamemnon is a fool, Achilles is a fool, Thucydides is a fool, and as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool. Derive this. Come. Agamemnon is a fool to command Achilles. Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon.

thersites is a fool to serve such a fool and patroclus is a fool positive pat why am i a fool pat make that demand of the prover it suffices me that thou art look you who comes here patroclus i'll speak with nobody

Come in with me, Thessites. Exit. Here is such patchery, such juggling and such canavery. All the argument is a cuckold and a whore. A good quarrel to draw emulous factions and bleed to death upon. Now the dry serpico on the subject. And war and lechery confound all. Exit.

Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, Diomedes, and Ajax.

where is achilles ach within his tent but ill-disposed my lord let it be known to him that we are here he sent 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 i shall say so to him we saw him at the opening of his tent he is not sick

yes lion-sick sick of proud heart you may call it melancholy if you will favour the man but by my head tis pride but why why let him show us the cause a word my lord takes agamemnon aside what moves ajax thus to bay at him achilles hath inveigled his fool from him who

Then will Ajax lack matter if he have lost his argument? No, you see, he is his argument that has his argument, Achilles. All the better. Their fraction is more our wish than their faction. But it was a strong composure a fool could disunite. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Re-enter Patroclus. No Achilles with him?

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy. His legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry. If anything more than your sport and pleasure did move your greatness and this noble state to call upon him, he hopes it is no other but for your health and your digestion's sake. And after dinner's breath.

hear you patroclus we are too well acquainted with his answers but his evasion winged 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 do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss

Yeah, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, or 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 overproud and under-honest, in self-assumption greater than in the note of judgment, and worthier than himself in

here tend the savage strangeness he puts on disguise the holy strength of their command and underwrite in an observing kind his humorous predominance yea watch his pettish loons his ebbs his floes as if the passage and whole carriage of this action rode on his tide

go tell him this and add that if he overhold his prize 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 before a sleeping giant tell him so i shall and bring his answer presently exit in second voice we'll not be satisfied we come to speak with him ulysses enter you exit ulysses what is he more than another no more than what he thinks he is is he so much

Do you not think he thinks himself a better man than I am? No question. Will you subscribe his thought and say he is? No, noble Ajax, you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable. Why should a man be proud? How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is.

Your 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. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Yet he loves himself. Is not strange?

re-enter ulysses akyles will not to the field to-morrow what's his excuse he doth rely on none but carries on the stream of his dispose without observance or respect of any in will peculiar and in self-admission why will he not upon our fair request untent his person and share the air with us

things small as nothing for request's sake only he makes important possessed 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 swollen and hot discourse that twixt his mental and his active parts kingdomed 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 let 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 o agamemnon let it not be so we'll consecrate the steps that ajax makes when they go from achilles

shall a proud lord that bastes his arrogance with his own seem and never suffers matter of the world enter his thoughts save such as do revolve and ruminate himself shall he be worshipped 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 asubjugate his merit, as amply titled as Achilles is, by going to Achilles. That were to enlarge his fat already pride, and add more coals to cancer when he burns with entertaining great Hyperion. This lord go to him? Jupiter forbid, and say in thunder, Achilles go to him. Aside to Diomedes

Oh, this is well. He rubs the vein of him. And how his silence drinks up this applause. If I go to him with my armed fist, I'll pash him o'er the face. Oh, no, you shall not go. And to be proud with me, I'll fease his pride. Let me go to him. Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel. A paltry, insolent fellow. How he describes himself. Can he not be sociable? The raven shides blackness. Ah!

i'll let his humours blood he will be the physician that shall be the patient and all men were my mind wit would be out of fashion i should not bear it so i should eat swords first shall pride carry it and twould you'd carry half a would have ten shares

I will need him, I'll make him supple. He's not yet, throw warm, force him with praises, pour in, pour in, his ambition is dry. To Agamemnon. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike. Our noble general do not do so. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Why, tis this naming of him does him harm. Here is a man, but tis before his face I will be silent. Wherefore should you so?

he's not emulous as achilles is achilles no the whole world he is as valiant lear a horse and dog that shall pelt'r thus with us would he were a trojan

what a vice were it in ajax now if he were proud or covetous of praise aye or surly born or strange or self-affected thank 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 thrice 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 vigor bull bearing milo his addition yield to sinewy i will not praise thy wisdom which like a bourne a pale ashore confines thy spacious and dilated parts

Here's Nestor, instructed by the antiquary times. He must, he is, he cannot but be wise. But pardon, Father Nestor, were your days as green as Ajax, and your brain so tempered, you should not have the eminence of him, but be as Ajax.

Shall I call you father? Aye, my good son. Be ruled by him, Lord Ajax. There is no tarrying here. The heart Achilles keeps thicket.

Please it our great general to call together all his state of war. Fresh kings are come to Troy. Tomorrow 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. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep. Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep. Exeunt. End of Act 2.

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two act three of troilus and cressida this librivox recording is in the public domain troilus and cressida by william shakspere act three scene one troy priam's palace enter a servant and pandarus phraeus friend you pray you a word

Do not you follow the young Lord Paris? Aye, sir, when he goes before me. You depend on him, I mean. Sir, I do depend upon the Lord. You depend upon a noble gentleman. I must needs praise him. The Lord be praised. You know me, do you not? Faith, sir, superficially. Friend, know me better. I am the Lord Pandarus. I hope I shall know your honor better. I do desire it. You are in the state of grace.

Grace, not so, friend. Honor and lordship are my titles. Music within. What music is this? I do but partly know, sir. It is music in parts. Know you the musicians? Holy, sir. Who play they to? To the hearers, sir. At whose pleasure, friend? At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.

Command, I mean, friend. Who shall I command, sir? Friend, we understand not one another. I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whose request do these men play? That toot indeed, sir. Mary, sir, at the request of Paris, my lord. Who's there in person with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul? Who, my cousin Cressidae?

No, sir, Helen, could you not find out that by her attributes? 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 seethes. Sodom business! There's a stude phrase indeed. Enter Paris and Helen, attended.

fair be to you my lord and to all this fair company fair desires in all fair measure fairly guide them especially to you fair queen fair thoughts be your fair pillow dear lord you are full of fair words you speak your fair pleasure sweet queen fair prince here is good broken music 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. Truly, lady, no. Oh, sir. Rude in sooth, in good sooth very rude. Well said, my lord. Well, you say so in fits. I have business to my lord, dear queen. My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word? Nay, this shall not hedge us out.

Weíll hear you sing, certainly. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But marry thus my lord, my dear lord and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus. My lord Pandarus, honey-sweet lord. Go to, sweet queen, to go. Commends himself most affectionately to you. You shall not bob us out of our melody, if you do our melancholy upon your head. Sweet queen, sweet queen, thatís a sweet queen, I faith.

and to make a sweet lady sad is a sour offence nay that shall not serve your turn that shall not in truth lie 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 my lord pandarus what says my sweet queen my very very sweet queen what exploits in hand where supps he to-night

nay but my lord what says my sweet queen my cousin will fall out with you you must not know where he sups i'll lay my life with my disposer cressida no no no such matter you are wide come your disposer is sick well i'll make excuse ay good my lord why should you say cressida no your poor disposer's sick i spy you spy what do you spy

come give me an instrument now sweet queen why this is kindly done my niece is horribly in love with the thing you have sweet queen she shall have it my lord if it be not my lord paris he no shall none of him they two are twain falling in after falling out may make them three come come i'll hear no more of this i'll sing you a song now ay ay pretty now

my truth sweet lord thou hast a fine forehead ay you may you may let thy song be love this love will undo us all cupid cupid cupid love ay that it shall if faith ay good now love love nothing but love in good troth it begins so sings

love love nothing but love still more for o love's bow shoots buck and doe the shaft confounds not that it wounds but tickles still the sore these lovers cry o o they die yet that which seems the wound to kill doth turn o o to ha ha he so dying love lives still o o awhile but ha ha ha

oh oh groans out for ha ha ha heigho in love if faith to the very tip of the nose 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 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 afield to-day hector deiphobus helenus antinor and all the gallantry of troy i would fain have armed to-day but my knell would not have it so how chance my brother troilus went not he hangs the lip at something you know all lord pandarus

not i honey sweet queen i long to hear how they sped to-day you'll remember your brother's excuse farewell sweet queen commend me to your niece i will sweet queen exit a retreat sounded there come from the 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 with these your white enchanting fingers touched 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 hector twill make us proud to be his servant paris

yea what he shall receive of us in duty gives us more palm in beauty than we have yea overshines our self sweet above thought i love thee scene two the same pandarus orchard enter pandarus and troilus boy meeting pand how now where's thy master at my cousin

No, sir, he stays for you to conduct him thither. PANDARUS. Oh, here he comes. How now, how now? SIRRA. SIRRA. Walk off. Have you seen my cousin? SIRRA. No, Pandarus, I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.

O be thou my charon, and give me swift transportance to those fields where I may wallow in the lily-beds reposed for the deserver. O gentle Pandarus, from Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings and fly with me to Cresset. Walk here i' the orchard; I'll bring her straight. Exit. I am giddy. Expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relishes so sweet that it enchants my sense. What will it be?

when that the watery palate tastes indeed loves thrice repurate 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 i 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 re-enter pandarus

she's making her ready she'll come straight you must be witty now she does so blush and fetches her wind so short as if she were frayed with a sprite i'll fetch her it is the prettiest villain she fetches her breath as short as a new-tan sparrow even such a passion doth embrace my bosom my heart beats thicker than a feverish pulse all my powers do their bestowing lose

like vassalage at unawares encountering the eye of majesty re-enter pandarus with cressida pandarus 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 must be made tame must you

come your ways come your ways and 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 loth you are to offend daylight and 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 tersel for all the ducks i the river go to go to you have bereft me of all words lady words pay no debts give her deeds but she'll bereave you o the deeds too if she call your activity in question what billy again here's in witness whereof the parties interchangeably come in come in i'll go get a fire

Exit. Will you walk in, my lord? Cressida, how often have I wishíd me thus. Wishíd, my lord, the gods grant. O my lord! What should they grant? What makes this pretty abruption? What two curious dregs buys my lady in the fountain of our love? More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.

Furs make devils of cherubims, they never see truly. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, Finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear; To fear the worst oft cures the worse. Let my lady apprehend no fear. In all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Nor nothing monstrous neither. 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 monstrosity in love lady that the will is infinite and the execution confined that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit they say all lovers swear more performance than they are able

and yet reserve an ability that they never perform vowing more then the perfection of ten and discharging less then the tenth part of one they that have the voice of lions and the act of hares are they not monsters are there such such are not we praise us as we are tasted allow us as we prove our head shall go bare to merit crowned 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 decrested as what envy can say worst shall be a mock for his truth and what truth can speak truest not truer than troilus will you walk in my lord

re-enter pandarus pand what blushing still have you not done talking yet pand well uncle what folly i commit i dedicate to you 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 you know now your hostages your uncle's word and my firm faith pand 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 burrs i can tell you they'll stick where they are thrown boldness comes to me now and brings me heart prince troilus i have loved you night and day for many weary months why was my crescent then so hard to win hard 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

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 too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools! Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us when we are so unsecret to ourselves? But, though I loved you well, I wooed you not.

and yet good faith i wished myself a man or that we women had men's privilege of speaking first sweet bid me hold my tongue for 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 and shall

albeit sweet music issues thence. GERALD. Pretty, if faith. LADY. My lord, I do beseech you pardon me. T'was 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. GERALD. Your leave, sweet Cressid? GERALD. Leave, and you take leave till to-morrow morning. LADY. Pray you content you.

What offends you, lady? LADY MACBETH: Sir, mine own company. You cannot shun yourself. LADY MACBETH: Let 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. Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. Well, know they what they speak, that speak so wisely. LADY MACBETH: Perchance, 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 or else you love not for to be wise and love exceeds man's might that dwells with gods above diogenes that i thought it could be in a woman as if it can i will presume in you to feed for i her rampant flames of love

to keep her constancy in plight and youth outliving beauties 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 might be affronted with the match and weight of such a winnow'd purity in love how were i then uplifted but alas i am as true as truth's simplicity and simpler than the infancy of truth in that i'll war with you

O virtuous fight when right with right wars who will be most right? Ah, true swains in love in the world to come approve their truths by Troilus. When their rhymes full of protest of oath and big compare want similes, truth tired with iteration. As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, as sun today, as turtle to her mate.

as iron to adamant as earth to the centre yet 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 prophet may you be

if i be false or swerve a hair from truth when time is old and hath forgot itself when water-drops have worn the stones of troy and blind oblivion swallowed cities up and mighty states characterless are grated to 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 pard to the hind or step-dame to her son yea let them say to stick the heart of falsehood as false as cressid go to a bargain made seal it seal it i'll be the witness here i hold your hand

here my cousins 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 and after my name call them all pandars let all constant men be troiluses all false women cressids and all brokers between pandars say amen amen amen

amen whereupon i will show you a chamber with a bed which bed because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters precede to death away and cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here bed chamber pander to provide this gear scene three the grecian camp before achilles tent enter agamemnon ulysses diomedes nestor ajax menelaus and calchas

Now, 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 night, I bear in things to love. I have abandoned Troy, left my possession, incurred a traitor's name, exposed myself from certain and possessed conveniences to doubtful fortunes.

sequestering from me all the time acquaintance, custom and condition made tame and most familiar to my nature, and here to do you service and become as new into the world, strange, unacquainted. I do beseech you, as in way of taste, to give me now a little benefit out of those many registered in promise which you say live to come in my behalf.

what wouldst thou of us troion make demand you have a trojan prisoner called antenor yesterday took troy holds him very dear oft 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 rest in their affairs that their negotiations all must slack, wanting his mannage, 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, in most accepted pay.

Let Diomedes bear him, and bring us Cressid hither. Calchas shall have what he requests of us. Good Diomedes, furnish you fairly for this interchange. Withal bring word if Hector will to-morrow be answer'd in his challenge. Ajax is ready. Diomedes. This shall I undertake, and 'tis a burden which I am proud to bear. Exeunt, Diomedes, and Calchas, enter Achilles and Patroclus before their tent.

achilles stands i the entrance of his tent pleased 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 if 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 feed arrogance and are the proud man's we'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 than if not looked on i will lead the way what comes the general to speak with me

You know my mind. I'll fight no more against Troy. What says Achilles? Would he ought with us? Would you, my lord, ought with the general? No. Nothing, my lord. The better. Good day, good day. How do you, how do you? What? Does the cuckold scorn me? How now, Patroclus? Good morrow, Ajax. Hark!

good morrow mrs hushabye ay and good next day too exit what mean these fellows know they not achilles they 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 to holy altars what am i poor of late tis certain greatness once fallen out with fortune must fall out with men too what the decline is he shall as soon read in the eyes of others as 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 prizes of accident as oft as merit which when they fall as being slippery standers the love that leaned on them is slippery too do one pluck down another and together die in the fall tis not so with me fortune 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 ill interrupt his reading how now ulysses

Now, great Thetis' son. What are you reading? A strange fellow here writes 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, heap them, and they retort that heap again to the first giver. That is not strange, Ulysses.

The beauty that is born here in the face the bearer knows not, but commends itself to 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, till it hath travelled and is mirrored there, where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.

i do not strain at the position it is familiar but at the author's drift who in his circumstance expressly proves that no man is the lord of anything 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 formed in the applause where 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 rapt in this and 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 what 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 renowned

oh heavens what some men do while some men leave to do how some men creep in skittish fortune's hall whilst 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 they clap the lubber ajax on the shoulder as if his foot were on brave hector's breast and great troy shrieking i do believe it for they passed me by as misers do by beggars neither gave to me good word nor good look what are my deeds forgot

time 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 devoured as 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 for 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 like to an entered tide they all rush by and leave you hindmost

or like a gallant horse fallen in first rank lie there for pavement to the abject rear or run and trampled on then what they do in present though 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 outstretched as he would fly grasps in the comer welcome ever smiles and farewell goes out sighing

let not virtue seek remuneration for the thing it was for beauty wit high birth vigor of bone desert in service love 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 gods though they are made and moulded of things past and give to dust that is a little gilt more laud than gilt or dusted the present eye praises the present object

then marvel not thou great and complete man that all the greeks begin to worship ajax since 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

whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late made emulous missions mongst the gods themselves and drave great mars to faction of this my privacy i have strong reasons 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 ha known is that a wonder the providence that 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 does 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 all 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

but it must grieve young pyrrhus now at home when 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 the fool slides o'er the ice that you should break to 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 condemned for this they 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 dewdrop from the lion's mane be shook to air

shall Ajax fight with Hector? I, and perhaps receive much honour by him. I see my reputation is at stake. My fame is shrewdly gored. Oh, then beware. Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves. A mission to do what is necessary seals a commission to a blank of danger, and danger like an ague subtly taints even then when we sit idly in the sun. Go call for Cytus 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 unarmed i have a woman's longing an 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 fuller view enter thersites a labour saved a wonder

What? Ajax goes up and down the field asking for himself. How so? He must fight Thingley tomorrow with Hector and is so prophetically proud of a heroical cudgelling that he raves in saying nothing about it.

How can that be? Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, astride and astand, ruminates like a hostess that has no arithmetic 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 and twould out and so there is but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint which will not show without knocking

The man's undone forever, for if Hector breaks not his neck in the combat, he'll break himself in vague glory. He knows not me. I said, good morrow, Ajak. And he replies, thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man that takes me for the general? He's grown a very land fish, language-less monster.

A plague of opinion. A man may wear it on both sides like a leather jerkin. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thucydides. Who? I? Why, he'll answer nobody. He possesses not answering. Speaking is for beggars. He wears his tongue inth' arms.

i will put on his presence let patroclus make debars to me you shall see the pageant of ajax to him patroclus tell him i humbly desire the valiant 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 c

Do this. Jove bless great Ajax. I come from the worthy Achilles, who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent and to procure safe conduct from Agamemnon. Agamemnon. Aye, my lord. What say you to it? God be with you with all my heart.

Your answer, sir? If tomorrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other. Howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me. Your answer, sir? Fare you well with all my heart. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? No, but he's out of 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 cacklings on come thou shalt bear a letter to him straight hector let me bear another to his horse for that's the more capable creature captain my mind is troubled like a fountain stirred and i myself see not the bottom of it

EXIENT ACHILLES AND PETROCLAS Would the fountain of your mind were clear again that I might water an ass at it. I had rather be a tick in a sheep than such a valiant ignorance. EXIT

Enter from one side Aeneas and servant with a torch, from the other Paris, Diaphobus, Antinor, Diomedes, and others with torches. Aeneas. See, ho! Who is that there? Prince. It is the lord Aeneas. Aeneas. Is the prince there in person? Had I so good occasion till I long as you, Prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business should rob my bedmate of my company. Prince. That's my mind too. Good morrow, lord Aeneas.

A valiant Greek, Aeneas, take his hand. Witness the process of your speech wherein you told how Diomed, a whole week by days, did haunt you in the field. Health to you, valiant sir, during all question of the gentle truce. But when I meet you armed, as black defiance as heart can think or courage execute. The 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 with all my force pursuit and policy and thou shalt hunt a lion that will fly with his face backward inhumane gentleness welcome to troy now by anchises life welcome indeed by venus hand i swear no man alive can love in such a sort

the thing he means to kill more excellently. We sympathize. Jove, let Aeneas live, if to my sword his fate be not the glory a thousand complete courses of the sun. But, in mine emulous honor, let him die with every joint a wound and that tomorrow. We know each other well. We do, and long to know each other worse. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, the noblest hateful love,

that e'er I heard of. What business, lord, so early? I was sent for to the king, but why, I know not. His purpose meets you. 'Twas to bring this Greek to Calchas's house, and there to render him. For 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 tonight.

Rouse him, and give him note of our approach, with the whole quality wherefore I fear we shall be much unwelcome. That I assure you. Troilus had rather Troy were born to Greece than Cressid born from Troy. There is no help. The bitter disposition of the time will have it so. On, lord, we'll follow you. Good morrow all. Exit with servant. And 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 both alike he merits well to have her that doth seek her not making any scruple of her

with such a hell of pain and world of charge and you as well to keep her that defend her not palleting the taste of her dishonour with 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 both merits poised each weighs nor less nor more but he as he the heavier for a whore

You are too bitter to your countrywoman. She's bitter to her country. Hear me, Paris. For every false drop in her bawdy veins a 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 suffered death. Fair Diomed, you do as Chapmen do. Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy.

But we in silence hold this virtue well, Will but commend what we intend to sell. Here lies our way. ACTION. SCENE II. THE SAME. Court of Pandarus's House. Enter Troilus and Cressida. ACTION. Dear, trouble not yourself. The morn is cold. ACTION. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down. He shall unboat the gates. ACTION. Trouble him not. To bed, to bed! ACTION.

Sleep, kill those pretty eyes, and give as soft attachment to thy senses as infants empty of all thought. Good morrow then. I prithee now to bed. Are you aweary of me? O 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. Night hath been too brief. Beshrew 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. LADY MACBETH: O prithee, 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. ARCHIE. What? Saw the doors open here? LADY MACBETH: It is your uncle.

a pestilence on him now will he be mocking i shall have such a life enter pandarus pand how now how now how go maidenheads here you maid where's my cousin cressid hang yourself you naughty mocking uncle you bring me to do and then you flout me too pand to do what to do what let her say what what have i brought you to do pand come come beshrew your heart

you'll ne'er be good nor suffer others ha ha alas poor wretch ah poor capuccia hast not slept to-night would ye not a naughty man let it sleep a bugbear take him did not i tell you would he were knocked to 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 ha

Come, 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. EXIANT TROYLUS AND CRESCIDA Who's there? What's the matter? Will you beat down the door? How now, what's the matter? ENTER AENIUS

good morrow lord good morrow who's there my lord aeneas by my troth i knew you not what news with you so early is not prince troilus here what should he do here come he is here my lord do not deny him it doth import him much to speak with me is 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 who nay then come come you'll do him wrong ere you're aware

you will be so true to him to be false to him do you not know of him but yet go fetch him hither go re-enter troilus how now what's the matter my 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 aantonor delivered to us and for him forthwith ere the first sacrifice

Within this hour we must give up to Diomedes' hand, the Lady Cressida. Is it so concluded? By Priam, and the general state of Troy. They are at hand and ready to effect it. How my achievements mock me. I will go meet them. And, my lord Aeneas, we met by chance. You did not find me here. Good, good, my lord. The secrets of nature have not more gift in taciturnity.

axiond troilus and aeneas is't possible no sooner got but lost the devil take antinor the young prince will go mad a plague upon antinor i would they had broke s neck re-enter how now what's the matter who was here ah ah why sigh you so profoundly where's my lord gone tell me sweet uncle what's the matter would i were as deep under the earth as i am above

oh the gods what's the matter prithee get thee in would thou hadst never been born i knew thou wouldst be his death o poor gentleman a plague upon antinor

good uncle i beseech you on my knees beseech you what's the matter antinor thou must be gone wench thou must be gone thou art changed for antinor thou must to thy father and be gone from troilus twill be his death twill be his bane he cannot bear it gina oh you immortal gods i will not go antinor thou must gina i 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 make 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 drawing all things to it

i'll go in and weep duke duke tear 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 scene three the same street before pandarus house enter paris troilus aeneas deiphobus antinor and diomedes

It is great morning, and the hour prefixed of her delivery to this valiant Greek comes fast upon. Good my brother Troilus, tell you the lady what she is to do, and haste her to the purpose. Walk into her house. I'll bring her to the Grecian presently, and to this hand, when I deliver her, think it an altar, and thy brother, Troilus, a priest there offering to it his own heart. Exit.

i know what tis to love and would as i shall pity i could help please you walk in my lords scene four the same pandarus house enter pandarus and cressida be moderate be moderate why tell you me of moderation the grief is fine full perfect that i taste and violenteth in a sense as strong as 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 no more my grief in such a precious loss here here here he comes enter troilus ah sweet ducks oh troilus troilus embracing him

what a pair of spectacles is here let me embrace too o heart as the goodly saying is why sighest thou without breaking where he answers again because thou canst not ease thy smart by friendship nor by speaking there is 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 cressid i love thee in so strained a purity

that the blest gods as angry with my fancy more bright in zeal than the devotion which cold lips blow to their deities take thee from me el have the gods envy i i i tis to play a case el and is it true that i must go from troy a hateful truth

What, and from Troilus too? From Troy and Troilus. Is it possible? And suddenly, where injury of chance puts back leave-taking, jostles roughly by all time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips of all rejoinder, forcibly prevents our locked embrasures, strangles our dear vows even in the birth of our own laboring breath.

We two, that with so many thousand sighs did buy each other, Must poorly settle ourselves with the rude brevity and discharge of one.

injurious time now with a robber's haste crams his rich thievery up he knows not how as many farewells as be stars in heaven with distinct breath and consigned kisses to them he fumbles up into a lucid dew and scans us with a single famished kiss distasted with the salt of broken tears my lord is the lady ready hark you are called

some say the genius so cries come to him that instantly must die bid them have patience she shall come anon where are my tears rain delay this wind or my heart will be blown up by the root exit i must then to the grecians no remedy a woeful cressid mongst the merry greeks

When shall we see again? Hear me, my love. Be thou but true of heart. Aye, true. How now? What wicked deem is this? Nay, we must use expostulation kindly, for it is parting from us. I speak not, be thou truest, 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 and i will see thee oh you shall be exposed my lord to dangers as infinite as imminent but i'll be true and i'll grow friend with danger wear this sleeve and you this glove when shall i see you i will corrupt the grecian sentinels to give thee nightly visitation

but yet be true. O heavens, be true again. Here, while I speak it, love, the 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, which I beseech you call a virtuous sin, makes me afeard.

O heavens, you love me not. GERALD. Die I a villain then? In this I do not call your faith in question so mainly as my merit. I cannot sing, nor heal the hile of old, 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 there lurks a still and dumb discourse of devil that tempts most cunningly. But be not tempted. Do you think I will? No, but something may be done that we will not, and sometimes we are devils to ourselves, when we will tempt the frailty of our powers, presuming on their changeful potency. Nay, good my lord. Come, kiss.

And let us part. Good brother, come you hither, And bring Aeneas and the Grecian with you. My lord, will you be true? Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault. Whilst 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 is plain and true there's all the reach of it enter aeneas paris antenor deiphobus and diomedes diomedes 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 entreat 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 ireland fair lady cressid so 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 grecian

thou dost not use me courteously to 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 called her servant

i charge thee use her well even for my charge for by the dreadful pluto if thou dost not though the great bulk achilles be thy guard i'll cut thy throat achilles o be not moved prince

let me be privileged by my place and message to 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 it so i'll speak it in my spirit and honour no come to the port i'll tell thee diomed this brave shall oft make thee hide thy head lady give me your hand

and as we walk to our own selves bend we our needful talk. Hark! Hector's trumpet. How have we spent this morning? The prince must think me tardy and remiss that saw to ride before him to the field. Tis Troilus's fault. Come, come to field with him.

let us make ready straight yea 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 scene five the grecian camp lists set out enter ajax armed agamemnon achilles patroclus menelaus ulysses nestor and others

here art thou in appointment fresh and fair anticipating time with starting courage give with thy trumpet a loud note to troy thou dreadful iax that the appalled air may pierce the head of the great combatant and hail him hither

Thou trumpet, there's my purse. Now crack thy lungs and split thy brazen pipe. Blow, villain, till thy spirit-biased cheek outswell the colic of puffed aquilon. Come, stretch thy chest and let thy eyes spout blood. Thou blow'st for Hector. Trumpet sounds. No trumpet answers.

Tis but early days. Is not yon Diomed with Calchas daughter? 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. Enter Diomedes with Cressida. Is this the lady Cressid? Even she. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. Our general doth salute you with a kiss.

yet is the kindness but particular twere better she were kissed in general and very courtly counsel i'll begin so much for nesta i'll take what winter from your lips fair lady achilles bids you welcome i had good argument for kissing once but that's no argument for kissing now

For this popped Paris in his hardiment, And parted thus you and your argument. Oh, deadly gall and theme of all our scorns, For which we lose our heads to gild his horns. The first was Menelaus' kiss, this mine. Patroclus kisses you. Oh, this is trim. Paris and I kiss evermore for him. I'll have my kiss, sir.

lady by your leave in kissing do you render or receive both take and give i'll make my match to live the kiss you take is better than you give

therefore no kiss i'll give you boot i'll give you three for one you're an odd man give even or give none an odd man lady every man is odd no paris is not for you know tis true that you are odd and he is even with you you fill at me o the head no i'll be sworn

it were no match your nail against his horn may i sweet lady beg a kiss of you you may i do desire it why beg then why then for venus sake give me a kiss when helen is a maid again and his helen i am your debtor claim it when tis due

Never is my day and then a kiss of you. Lady, a word. I'll bring you to your father. Exit with Cressida.

A woman of quick sense. Fie, fie upon her. There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body. Oh, these encounterers, so glib of tongue that give a costing welcome ere it comes, and wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts to every ticklish reader.

set them down for sluttish spoils of opportunity and daughters of the game trumpet within the trojans trumpet yonder comes the troop enter hector armed aeneas troilus and other trojans with attendants aeneas hail 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 by any voice or order of the field hector bade ask which way would hector have it he cares not he'll obey conditions tis done like hector but securely done a little proudly and great deal misprizing the knight opposed if not achilles sir what is your name

if not Achilles nothing therefore Achilles but what I know this in the extremity of great and little dollar and pride excel themselves in Hector the one almost as infinite as all the other blankers nothing weigh him well and that which looks like pride is courtesy this Ajax is half made affectors blood in love whereof half Hector stays at home half heart of hand half Hector comes to seek

this blended knight half trojan and half greek diomedes a maiden battle then oh i perceive you re-enter diomedes diomedes here is sir diomed go gentle knight stand by our ayax as you and lord aeneas consent upon the order of their fight so be it either to the uttermost or else abreath the combatants being kin half stints their strife before their strokes begin

ajax and hector enter the lists they are opposed already what trojan is that same that looks so heavy the youngest son of priam a true knight not yet mature yet matchless firm of word speaking in deeds and deedless in his tongue not soon provoked nor being provoked soon calmed his heart and hand both open and both free

for what he has he gives what thinks he shows yet 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 is more vindictive 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 did ingratillion thus translate him to me alarum hector and ajax fight they are in action now ajax hold thy known hector thou sleep'st awake thee his blows are well disposed there

you must no more trumpets cease princes enough so you please i am not warm yet let us fight again as hector pleases why 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

were 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 bounds in my father's

By Jove multipotent, thou shouldst not bear from me A Greekish member wherein my sword Had not in pressure made of our rank feud: But the just gods gainsay that any drop Thou borrowed'st from thy mother, my sacred aunt, Should by my mortal sword be drained. Let me embrace the Ajax. By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms: Hector would have them fall upon him thus:

COUSIN, ALL HONOR TO THEE. I 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. NOT NEOTOLEMUS SO MIRABLE ON WHOSE BRIGHT CREST FAME WITH HER LOUDST OYE'S CRIES, THIS IS HE, COULD PROMISE TO HIMSELF A THOUGHT OF ADDED HONOR TORN FROM HECTOR.

there is expectance here from both the sides what further will you do we'll answer it the issue is embracement ajax farewell if i might in entreaties find success as seldom have i the chance i would desire my famous cousin to our grecian tents

Tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles doth long to see unarmed the valiant Hector. Aeneas, call my brother Troilus to me, and signify this loving interview to the expectors of our Trojan part. Desire them home. Give me thy hand, my cousin. I will go eat with thee and see your knights. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. The worthiest of them tell me name by name.

but for achilles mine own searching eyes shall find him by his large and portly size 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 strewed with husks and formless ruin of oblivion but in this extant moment faith and troth

strain purely from all hollow by a stroying bids thee with most divine integrity from heart of very heart great hector welcome i thank thee most imperious agamemnon to troilus my well-famed lord of troy no less to you let me confirm my princely brother's greeting you brace of warlike brothers welcome hither who must we answer

The noble Menelaus. Oh you, my lord. By Mars his gauntlet thanks. Mock not that I affect the untraded oath. Your quantum wife swears still by Venus glove. She's well, but bad may not commend her to you. Name her not now, sir. She's a deadly theme. No pardon, I offend.

I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, laboring for destiny, make cruel way through ranks of Greekish youth, and I have seen thee, as hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed, despising many forfeits and subduments. When thou hast hung thy advanced sword in the air, not letting it decline on the declined, that I have said to some of 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 hemmed thee in, "'like an Olympian wrestling, this have I seen. "'But this thy countenance, still locked 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, and worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.' "'Tis the old Nestor.' "'Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, that hast so long walked hand in hand with time. Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee.' "'I would my arms could match thee in contention, as they contend with thee in courtesy.' "'I would they could.'

By this white beard I'd fight with thee tomorrow. Well, welcome, welcome. I have seen the time. I wonder now how yonder city stands when we have here her base and pillar by us. I know your favour, Lord Ulysses, well. Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead, since first I saw yourself and Diomed in Ilion on your Greekish embassy.

sir i foretold you then what would ensue my prophecy is but half his journey yet for yonder walls that pertly front your town yond towers whose wanton tops do bust the clouds must kiss their own feet 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 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 hector i shall forestall thee lord ulysses thou now hector i have fed mine eye on thee

i have with exact view pursued thee hector and quoted joint by joint hector is this achilles hector i am achilles hector stand fair i pray thee let me look on thee hector behold thy fill hector nay i have done already hector thou art too brief i will the second time as i would by thee view thee limb by limb hector oh like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er but there's more in me than thou understand'st

why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye tell 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 hector's great spirit flew

answer me heavens it 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 where thou wilt hit me dead i tell thee yea

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 his helm i'll kill thee everywhere yea o'er and o'er

You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag. His insolence draws folly from my lips. But I'll endeavor deeds to match these words, or may I never— Do not chafe thee, cousin. And you, Achilles, let these threats alone, till accident or purpose bring you to it. 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. I pray you, let us see you in the field.

we have had pelting wars since you refused the grecians cause hector dost thou entreat me hector to-morrow do i meet thee fell as death to-night all friends the hand upon that match first all of your 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 tambourines let the trumpets blow that this great soldier may his welcome know alexia all except troilus and ulysses my lord ulysses tell me i beseech you in what place of the field doth calchas keep at menelaus tent most princely troilus

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. Diomed. Shall, sweet lord, be bound to you so much After we part from Agamemnon's tent to bring me thither? Thutmose. You 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?

O sir, to such as boasting Show their scars a mock is due. We walk on, my lord. She was beloved, she loved, She is and doth, But still sweet love is food For fortune's tooth.

scene i the grecian camp before achilles tent enter achilles and patroclus i'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. Here comes Thucytes. Enter Thucytes. How now thou core of envy, thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news? Why, thou picture what thou seemest, an idol of idiot worshippers, here's a letter for thee. From whence, fragment? Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy. Who keeps the tent now? The surgeon's box.

or the patient's wound. Well said, adversity. And what need these tricks? Prithee, be silent, boy. I profit not by thy talk. Thou art thought to be Achilles' male valet. Male valet, you rogue? What's that? Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, the gut-scribing ruptures here.

Tars, loads of gravel in the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impostune, sciaticus, lime kilns in the palm, incurable bone ache.

and the rivalled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries. Why thou damnable box of envy thou, what meanest thou to curse thus? Do I curse thee? Why no, you ruinous butt, you horse-unindistinguishable cur, no. No, why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of sleeved silk?

thou green-thastened flap for a thaw eye thou tassel of a prodigal's purse thou ah how the poor world is pestered with such water-flies diminutives of nature outgaul finch egg my sweet patroclus i am thwarted quite from my great purpose in to-morrow's battle

here is a letter from queen hecuba a token from her daughter my fair love both taxing me and gauging me to keep an oath that i have sworn i will not break it full greeks fail fame honour or go or stay my major vow lies here this i'll obey come come thucydides help to trim my tent this night in banqueting must all be spent

Away, Patroclus. Exeant, Achilles and Patroclus. 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 earwax.

and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the primitive statue and oblique memorial of Cuckold, a thrifty shooing 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, when 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 fitchoo 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 were not Thercites, for I care not to be the louse of a lazer, so I will not be the lazer.

Heyday, spirits and fires! Enter Hector, Troilus, Ajax, Agamemnon, Ulysses, Nestor, Menelaus, and Diomedes, with lights. We go wrong, we go wrong. No, yonder tis, there where we see the lights. I trouble you. No, not a whit. Here comes himself to guide you. Re-enter Achilles. Welcome, brave Hector.

Welcome, princes, all. So now, fair Prince of Troy, I bid good night. I ask commands the guard to tend on you. Thanks, and good night to the Greeks, General. Good night, my lord. Good night, sweet Lord Menelaus. Sweet draft, sweet coaster, sweet sink, sweet sewer.

good night and welcome both at once to those that go or tarry good night exeunt agamemnon and menelaus old nestor tarrys and you too diomed keep hector company an hour or two i cannot lord i have important business the tide whereof is now good night great hector give me your hand aside to troilus

Follow his torch. He goes to Kalkas' tent. I'll keep you company. Sweet sir, you honor me. And so good night.

Exit Diomedes, Ulysses and Troilus following. Come, come, enter my tent. Exeunt Achilles, Hector, Ajax and Nestor. That same Diomedes a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust Dave. 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 Brebla the hound.

But 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 drab and uses the traitor Calchas' tent. I'll after nothing but lechery, all incontinent varlet. Exit.

Scene 2. The same. Before Calchas' tent. Enter Diomedes. What? Are you up here? Ho! Speak! Who calls? Calchas, I think. Where's your daughter? She comes to you. Enter Troilus and Ulysses at a distance. After them, Thercites. Stand where the torch may not discover us.

Enter Cressida. Cressid comes forth to him. How now, my charge? Now, my sweet guardian. Hark! A word with you. Yea, so familiar. She will sing any man at first sight. And any man may sing her, if he can take her cliff. She's noted. Will you remember? Remember, yes. Nay, but do then.

and let your mind be coupled with your words. What should she remember? Blest! O sweet honey-Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Rogary! Nay, then. I'll tell you what. Foe, foe, come, tell a pin. You are forsworn. In faith I cannot. What would you have me do? A juggling trick.

to be sacredly open. What did you swear you would bestow on me? I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath. Bid me do anything but that, sweet Greek. Good night. Hold! Patience! How now, Trojan? Diomed! No, no, good night. I'll be your fool no more. I better must!

Hark, one word in your ear. Oh, plague and madness! You are moved, prince. Let us depart, I pray you, lest your displeasure should enlarge itself to wrathful terms. This place is dangerous. The time break deadly. I beseech you, go. Behold, I pray you! Nay, good my lord, go off. You flow to great distraction. Come, my lord. I pray thee, stay! You have not patience. Come. I pray you, stay!

by hell and hell's torments i will not speak a word and so good night nay but you part in anger doth that grieve thee o withered truth why how now lord by jove i will be patient guardian why greek foe foe adieu you palter in faith i do not come hither once again

you shake my lord at something will you go you will break out she strokes his cheek come come nay 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 ere the devil luxury with his fat rump and potato finger tickles these together

"'Froy, lechery, froy!' "'But will you then?' "'In faith I will. La, never trust me else.' "'Give me some token for the surety of it.' "'I'll fetch you one.' "'Exit.' "'You have sworn patience.' "'Fear me not, sweet lord. I will not be myself or have cognition of what I feel. I am all patience.' "'Re-enter Cressida.' "'Near the pledge. Near.'

now now here diomed keep this sleeve diomed oh beauty where is thy faith diomed my lord diomed i will be patient outwardly i will you look upon that sleeve behold it well he loved me oh false wench give it me again diomed whose wust diomed it is no matter now i have it again i will not meet with you to-morrow night

i pray thee diomed visit me no more diomed now she sharpens will old sid whetstone diomed i shall have it diomed what this diomed i that diomed oh all you gods oh 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 doth take my heart withal. I had your heart before. This follows it. I did swear patience. You shall not have it, Diomed. Faith, you shall not. I'll give you something else. I will have this. Whose was it? It is no matter. Come, tell me whose it was. T'was one's that loved me better than you will. Now you have it.

take it. Who's was it? By all Diana's waiting women yond, and by herself. I will not tell you who's. Tomorrow will I wear it on my helm, and grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. Were thou the devil, and worsted on my hall, it should be challenged. Well, well, tis done, tis past, and yet it is not.

I will not keep my word. Why then, farewell. Thou'lt never shall mock Diomed again. You shall not go. One cannot speak a word but it straight starts you. I do not like this fooling. Nor I by Pluto. But that that likes not you pleases me best. What, shall I come? The hour? Ay, come. O Jove, do come.

i shall be plag'd farewell till then good night i prithee come exit diomedes 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 oh then conclude

minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude exit a prince of strait she could not publish more unless she said my mind is now turn'd whore all's done my lord it is why stay we then to make a recordation to my soul of every syllable that here was spoke but if i tell how these two did coact shall i not lie in publishing a truth

sith yet there is a credence in my heart an aspirance 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

i cannot conjure trojan she was not sure most sure she was why my negation hath no taste of madness nor mine my lord cressid was here but now let it not be believed for womanhood we had mothers do we not give advantage to stubborn critics act without a theme for deprivation to square the general sex by cressid's rule

Rather think this not, Cressida. What hath she done, prince, that can soil our mothers? Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Would he swagger himself out on his own eyes? This she? No, this is Diamonds, Cressida. Beauty have a soul, this is not she. If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies, if sanctimony be the gods' delight.

If there be rule in unity itself, this is not she. No madness of discourse that sets up with and against itself. Bifold authority where reason can revolt without perdition and loss assume all reason without revolt. Is and is not Cressida. Within my soul there doth conduce a fight of this strange nature that a thing inseparable divides more wider than the sky and earth.

and yet the spacious breadth of this division admits no orefex for a point as subtle as ariakne's broken woof to enter

Instants, oh, instants strong as Pluto's gates, Crescent is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven. Instants, oh, instants strong as heaven itself, The bonds of heaven are slipped, dissolved and loosed, And with another knot, five finger tied, The fractions of her faith,

orts of her love the fragments scraps the bits and greasy relics of her o'ereaten faith are bound to diabet may worthy troilus be half attached with that which here his passion doth express ay greek and that shall be divulged well in characters as red as mars his heart inflamed with venus never did young man fancy with so eternal and so fixed a soul

hark greek as much as i do cressid love so much by weight i hate her diomed that 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 for the dreadful spout which shipmen do the hurricane o call constringed in mass by the almighty sun shall dizzy and more clamour neptune's ear in his descent than shall my prompted sword falling on diomed he'll tickle it for his concupy o cresset o false cresset false false false

Let all untruths stand by thy stated name, and thou seem glorious. O contain yourself, your passion draws ears hither. Enter Aeneas. 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. Have with you, prince. My courteous lord adieu.

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

Axiom Troilus, Aeneas and Ulysses Would I could meet that rogue Diomedes, I would croak like a raven, I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me anything for the intelligence of this war. The parrot will not do more for an almond than he for a commodious thrab.

literary literary still wars and literary nothing else holds fashion a burning devil take them exit scene three troy before priam's palace enter hector and andromache when was my lord so much ungently tempered to stop his ears against admonishment unarm unarm and do not fight to-day you train me to offend you get you in

By all the everlasting gods, I'll go. My dreams will sure prove ominous to the day. No more, I say.

enter cassandra where is my brother hector hector here sister arm'd and bloody in intent consult 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 hector oh tis true hector ho bid my trumpets sound

No notes of sally for the heavens, sweet brother. Be gone, I say. The gods have heard me swear. The gods are deaf to heart and peevish vows. They are polluted offerings, more abhorred than spotted livers in the sacrifice. O 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 it is the purpose that makes strong the vow but vows to every purpose must not hold an arm sweet hector hold you still i say mine honor keeps the weather of my fate life every man holds dear but the brave man holds honor far more precious dear than life

enter troilus how now young man mean'st thou to fight to-day cassandra call my father to persuade exit cassandra no faith young troilus doff thy harness youth i am to-day i the vane 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 brother you have a vice of mercy in you which better fits a lion than a man what vice is that good troilus chide me for it when many times the captive grecian falls even in the fan and wind of your fair sword you bid them rise and live oh tis fair play

Fools play by heaven, Hector. How now? How now? Of all the gods, let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers. And when we have our armors buckled on, the venomed vengeance ride upon our swords. Spur them to rueful work and rain them from Ruth. Fie! Savage! Fie! Hector, then tis wars. Troilus, I would not have you fight today. Who should withhold me?

not fate obedience nor the hand of mars beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire nor priamus and hecuba on knees their eyes o'ergolld with recourse of tears nor you my brother with your true sword drawn opposed to hinder me should stop my way but by my ruin re-enter cassandra with priam 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 all together come hector come go back thy wife hath dreamed thy mother hath had visions cassandra doth foresee

and i myself am like a prophet suddenly enwrapped to tell thee that this day is ominous therefore come back aeneas is afield and i do stand engaged to many greeks even in the faith of valour to appear this morning to them a but thou shalt not go b 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 oh priam yield not to him

Do not, dear father. Andromache, I am offended with you. Upon the love you bear me, get you in. Exit Andromache. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl makes all these boatments. Farewell, dear Hector. Look how the diest. Look how thy eye turns pale. Look how thy wounds do bleed at many vents. How Troy rolls. How Hecuba cries out.

how poor andromache shrills her dollars forth behold distraction frenzy and amazement like witless antics one another meet and all cry hector hector's dead oh hector hector away away farewell yet soft hector take my leave thou dost thyself and all our try deceive exit you are amazed my liege at her exclaim

go in and cheer the town wheel forth and fight do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night pharaoh farewell the gods with safety stand about thee exeunt severally priam and hector alarums they are at it

proud diomed believe i come to lose my arm or win my sleeve enter pandarus pand do you hear my lord do you hear diomed what now pand here's a letter come from yon poor girl diomed let me read pand a horse in tisick a horse in rascally tisick 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 room 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 words words mere words no matter from the heart the effect doth operate the other way tearing the letter go wind to wind

there turn and change together my love with words and error still she feeds but edifies another with her deeds scene four plains between troy and the grecian camp alarums excursions enter

now they are clapper clawing each other i'll go look on that dissembling abominable valet's diomed has got the same scurvy doting foolish young knave slevin troy there in his helm

I would fain see them 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. On the other side, the policy of those crafty swearing rascals, that stale old mouth-eaten dry cheese, Nestor.

and that same dog-fox Ulysses is not prev worthy of Blackberry, they set me up in policy that mongrel Kurt Ajax against that dog of his badder kind Achilles, and now is the Kurt Ajax prouder than the Kurt Achilles, and will not arm today.

Whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinion. Soft, here come sleeve and tether. Enter Diomedes, Troilus following. Fly not, for shouldst thou take the river Styx, I would swim after. Thou dost miscall retire.

i do not fly but advantageous care withdrew me from the odds of multitude have at thee hold thy whore grecian now for thy whore trajan now the sleeve now the sleeve

AXIANT TROILUS AND DIOMEDES FIGHTING Enter Hector. What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector's match? Art thou of blood and honour? No, no, I am a rascal, a scurvy railing knave, a very filthy rogue. I do believe thee. Live. EXIT God have 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 swallowed one another i would laugh at that miracle yet in a sort letry eats itself i'll seek them exit scene v another part of the plains enter diomedes and a servant

go 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 and am her knight by proof agamemnon i go my lord exit enter agamemnon

Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamas hath bit down Menon, bastard Margherlon hath Doreus prisoner, and stands colossus-wise waving his beam upon the pashed courses of the kings Epistrophos and Sedius. Polyxenus is slain, Amphimachus and Thoas deadly hurt, Patroclus, Tyne are slain, and Palamides sore hurt and bruised.

the dreadful sagittary appalls our numbers haste we diomed to reinforcement or we perish all enter nestor go bear patroclus body to achilles and bid the snail paste ajax arm for shame there is a thousand hectares 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 skulls before the belching whale. Then is he yonder, and there the stroy Greeks, ripe for his edge, fall down before him like the mower's swathe.

here there and everywhere he leaves and takes dexterity so obeying appetite that what he will he does and does so much that proof is called impossibility enter ulysses

"'Oh, courage, courage, princes! Great Achilles is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance. Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, together with his mangled myrmidons, that noseless, handless, hacked, and chipped, come to him, crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend and foams at mouth,'

and he is armed and at it roaring for troilus who hath done to-day mad and fantastic execution engaging 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 enter ajax

troilus thou coward troilus exit hector aye there there troilus so so we draw together enter achilles where is this hector come come now boy queller show thy face know what it is to meet achilles angry hector where's hector i will none but hector scene six another part of the plains enter ajax

Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy head. Enter Diomedes. Troilus, I say, where's Troilus? What wouldst thou? I would correct him. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office, ere that correction. Troilus, I say, what, Troilus? Enter Troilus. Traitor, Diomedes! Turn thy false face, thou traitor, and pay the life thou oast me for my horse!

art thou there diomed i'll fight with him alone stand diomed diomed he is my prize i will not look upon diomed how both you cogging greeks how that you both exeunt fighting enter hector hector yea troilus oh well fought my youngest brother diomed enter achilles achilles now do i see thee ha hapeth thee hector diomed pause if thou wilt hector i 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 shall hear of me again till when go seek thy fortune exit a fare thee well i would have been much more a fresher man had i expected thee how now my brother re-enter troilus a a jax of paenanias shall it be

no by the flame of yonder glorious heaven he shall not carry him i'll be tame too or bring him off fate hear me what i say i reck not though i end my life to-day exit enter one in sumptuous armor stand stand thou greek thou art a goodly mark no 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 scene seven another part of the plains enter achilles with myrmidons come 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 impale him with your weapons round about in fellest manner execute your aims follow me sirs and my proceedings aye it is decreed hector the great must die enter menelaus and paris fighting then thersites the cackold and the cackold maggota at it ne'er bull ne'er dog

loo paris loo near my doubled hen sparrow loo paris loo the bull has the game wear horns ho exeunt paris and menelaus enter margarolan turn slave and fight what art thou a bastard son of priam's

I am a bastard too. I love bastards. I'm a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in everything illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard take heed? The quarrel's most ominous to us. If the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgement. Farewell, bastard.

EXIT. THE DEVIL TAKE THEE, COWARD. EXIT. SCENE VIII. ANOTHER PART OF THE PLANES. ENTER HECTOR. MOST PUTRIFIED 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. PUTS OFF HIS HELMET AND HANGS HIS SHIELD BEHIND HIM.

enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Hector. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set, how ugly night comes breathing at his heels, even with the veil and darking of the sun to close the day up. Hector's life is done. Hector. I am unarmed. Forgo this vantage, Greek. Hector. Strike, fellows, strike! This is the man I seek. Hector falls. Hector. 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 a retreat sounded i retire upon our grecian part the trojan trumpets sound alike my lord the dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth and stickler like the armies separates

my half-supt sword that frankly would have fed pleased with this dainty bait thus goes to bed sheathes his sword come tie his body to my horse's tail along the field i will the trojan trail scene nine another part of the plains enter agamemnon ajax menelaus nestor diomedes and others marching shouts within

Hark! hark! what shout is that? Peace drums. Achilles! Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles! The brute is. Hector's slain, and by Achilles. If it be so, yet bragless let it be. Great Hector was a man as good as he. March patiently along. Let one be sent to pray Achilles see us at our tent.

if in his death the gods have us befriended great troy is ours and our sharp wars are ended march scene ten another part of the plains enter aeneas and trojans stand ho yet are we masters of the field never go home here starve we out the night enter troilus hector is slain hector the gods forbid he's dead

and at the murderer's horse's tail in beastly sort dragged through the shameful field. Down on you, heavens! Effect your rage with speed. Guards upon your thrones and smite at Troy. I say at once, let your brief plagues be mercy and linger not our sure destructions on. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. You understand me not that tell me so.

I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death, but dare all eminence that gods and men address their dangers in. Hector is gone! Who shall tell Priam so? Or Hecuba? That will screech an owl I be called? Go into Troy, and say there Hector is dead. There is a word will Priam turn to stone. Make wells of niobees of the maids and wives.

cold statues of the youth and in a word scare troy out of itself but march away the actor is dead there is no more to say stay you vile abominable tents thus proudly pitched upon our phrygian plains let titan rise as early as he dare all through and through you thou great-sized coward no space of earth shall sunder our two hates

I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, That moldeth goblins swift as frenzies thoughts. Strike a free march, to Troy with comfort go, Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. But hear you, hear you.

hence broker lackey and gimme in shame pursue thy life and live i with thy name exit a goodly medicine for my aching bones o world world world thus is the poor agent despised o traitors and bauds how earnestly are you set i work and how ill requited why should our endeavor 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 and armed tail sweet honey and sweet notes together fail good traders in the flesh set this in your painted cloths as many as be here of panders hall your eyes half out weep out at panders fall or if you cannot weep yet give some groans though not for me yet for your aching bones

Brethren and sisters of the whole door-trade, Some two months hence my will shall here be made. It should be now, but that my fear is this, Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss. Till then I'll sweat and seek about for eases, And at that time bequeath you my diseases.

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