Who, in his circumstance,' expressly proves- The present eye praises the present object: Where they are extended; which, like an arch, re- If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive, verberates The voice again; or like a gate of steel His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this: The unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; Most abject in regard, and dear in use! How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, To see these Grecian lords!-Why, even already Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: And case thy reputation in thy tent; Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, And drave great Mars to faction. I have strong reasons. Of this my privacy But 'gainst your privacy Achil. Ulyss. Is that a wonder? Ha! known? The providence that's in a watchful state, Those scraps are good deeds past: which are de- Great Hector's sister did Achilles win; vour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; Remuneration for the thing it was; High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,- Detail of argument. But our great Ajax bravely beat down him. [Exit. Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you: Achil. Achil. I see my reputation is at stake; O, then beware; Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus: (3) The descent of the deities to combat on ei ther side. Enter Thersites. Ther. A wonder! And I myself see not the bottom of it. Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had for himself. rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance. [Exit. Achil. How so? Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing. Achil. How can that be? Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride and a stand: ruminates, like a hostess, that hath 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, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i'the combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. He knows not me: I said, Good-morrow, Ajax; and he replies, Thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes me for the general? He is grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites. Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. will put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax. ACT IV. SCENE I.-Troy. A street. Enter, at one side, Par. See, ho! who's that there? Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand : Æne. Health to you, valiant sir, Dio. The one and other Diomed embraces. Our bloods are now in calm; and, so long, health: Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,-I humbly But when contention and occasion meet, desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous By Jove, I'll play the hunter for thy life, Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to pro- With all my force, pursuit, and policy." cure safe conduct for his person, of the magnani- Ene. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly mous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-hon-With his face backward. In humane gentleness, oured captain-general of the Grecian army, Aga- Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises' life, memnon. Do this. Patr. Jove bless great Ajax. Ther. Humph! Patr. come from the worthy Achilles,- Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to Hector to his tent! Ther. Humph! invite Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Aga Patr. Your answer, sir. Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. Achil. Why, but he is not in his tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings' on. Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the more capable2 creature. Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; (1) Lute-strings made of catgut. (2) Intelligent. Welcome, indeed! By Venus' hand I swear, Dio. We do; and long to know each other To Calchas' house; and there to render him, Ene. Ene. Good morrow, all. [Exit. -Here, you maid! where's my cousin Cressid? Cres. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking Par. And tell me, noble Diomed; 'faith, tell me true, Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship,- Dio. Both alike: He merits well to have her, that doth seek her Par. You are too bitter to your countrywoman. For every false drop in her bawdy veins A Grecian's life hath sunk; for every scruple A Trojan hath been slain: since she could speak, Par. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy: But we in silence hold this virtue well,We'll not commend what we intend to sell. Here lies our way. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Court before the house of Pandarus. Enter Troilus and Cressida. Tro. Dear, trouble not yourself; the morn is cold. Cres. Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down; He shall unbolt the gates. Tro. Trouble him not; To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants' empty of all thought! Cres. Tro. Pr'ythee now, to bed. Cres. Good morrow then. Are you a-weary of me? Tro. O Cressida! but that the busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, I would not from thee. Cres. Night hath been too brief. Tro. 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. Cres. You men will never tarry. Pr'ythee, tarry ;— O foolish Cressid !-I might have still held off, uncle ! Pan. Ha, ha! Alas, poor wretch! a poor capocchia !4-hast not slept to-night? would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? a bugbear take him! [Knocking. Cres. Did I not tell you?-'Would he were knock'd o'the head! Who's that at door? good uncle, go and see.- Cres. Come, you are deceiv'd, I think of no such thing.[Knocking. How earnestly they knock!-pray you, come in; I would not for half Troy have you seen here. [Exeunt Troilus and Cressida. Pan. [Going to the door.] Who's there? what's the matter? will you beat down the door? How now? what's the matter? Enter Eneas. Ene. Good morrow, lord, good morrow. Pan. Who's there? my lord Eneas? By my troth, I knew you not; what news with you so early? ne. Is not prince Troilus here! Pan. Here! what should he do here? Ene. Come, he is here, my lord, do not deny him; It doth import him much, to speak with me. pll be sworn :-For my own part, I came in late: Pan. Is he here, say you? 'tis more than I know, What should he do here? Ene. Who!-nay, then : Come, come, you'll do him wrong ere you are 'ware: As Pandarus is going out, enter Troilus. Tro. How now? what's the matter? Ene. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you, My matter is so rash: There is at hand I Tro. How my achievements mock me! will go meet them: and, my lord Eneas, We met by chance; you did not find me here. Ene. Good, good, my lord; the secrets of na ture Have not more gift in taciturnity. [Exeunt Troilus and Æneas. Pan. Is't possible? no sooner got, but lost? The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad. Pan. How now, how now? how go maiden- A plague upon Antenor: I would, they had broke's |