Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
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Troylus and Cressida.
¶such paines to bring you together, let all pittifull goers
1835betweene be cal'd to the worlds end after my name: call
¶say, Amen.
¶Troy. Amen.
1840Cres. Amen.
¶Pan. Amen.
¶Whereupon I will shew you a Chamber, which bed, be-
¶it to death: away.
1845And Cupid grant all tong-tide Maidens heere,
¶Bed, Chamber, and Pander, to prouide this geere.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Vlysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Agamemnon,
¶Menelaus and Chalcas.
Florish.
1850Th'aduantage of the time promps me aloud,
¶To call for recompence: appeare it to your minde,
¶That through the sight I beare in things to loue,
¶That time, acquaintance, custome and condition,
¶Made tame, and most familiar to my nature:
¶And here to doe you seruice am become,
1860As new into the world, strange, vnacquainted.
¶To giue me now a little benefit:
¶Which you say, liue to come in my behalfe.
¶demand?
¶Yesterday tooke: Troy holds him very deere.
¶Oft haue you (often haue you, thankes therefore)
¶Whom Troy hath still deni'd: but this Anthenor,
¶Wanting his mannage: and they will almost,
1875Giue vs a Prince of blood, a Sonne of Priam,
¶In change of him. Let him be sent great Princes,
¶In most accepted paine.
1880Aga. Let Diomedes beare him,
¶What he requests of vs: good Diomed
¶Furnish you fairely for this enterchange;
¶Withall bring word, if Hector will to morrow
1885Be answer'd in his challenge. Aiax is ready.
¶Which I am proud to beare.
Exit.
¶
Enter Achilles and Patroclus in their Tent.
¶As if he were forgot: and Princes all,
¶Lay negligent and loose regard vpon him;
1900Feede arrogance, and are the proud mans fees.
¶So doe each Lord, and either greete him not,
1905Then if not lookt on. I will lead the way.
¶You know my minde, Ile fight no more 'gainst Troy.
¶Nes. Would you my Lord ought with the Generall?
1910Achil. No.
¶Nes. Nothing my Lord.
¶Aga. The better.
¶Achil. Good day, good day.
¶Men. How doe you? how doe you?
¶Aiax. How now Patroclus?
¶Achil. Good morrow Aiax?
¶Aiax. Ha.
¶Achil. Good morrow.
¶Achilles?
1925To come as humbly as they vs'd to creepe to holy Altars.
¶Achil. What am I poore of late?
¶Must fall out with men too: what the declin'd is,
1930As feele in his owne fall: for men like butter-flies,
¶Shew not their mealie wings, but to the Summer:
¶And not a man for being simply man,
¶Hath any honour; but honour'd for those honours
¶That are without him; as place, riches, and fauour,
1935Prizes of accident, as oft as merit:
¶The loue that leand on them as slippery too,
¶Doth one plucke downe another, and together
¶Dye in the fall. But 'tis not so with me;
1940Fortune and I are friends, I doe enioy
¶Saue these mens lookes: who do me thinkes finde out
¶Something not worth in me such rich beholding,
¶Vlis. Now great Thetis Sonne.
¶Achil. What are you reading?
¶Writes me, that man, how dearely euer parted,
1950How much in hauing, or without, or in,
¶Cannot make boast to haue that which he hath;
¶Nor feeles not what he owes, but by reflection:
¶As when his vertues shining vpon others,
¶Heate them, and they retort that heate againe
1955To the first giuer.
¶The beautie that is borne here in the face,
¶The bearer knowes not, but commends it selfe,
¶Not going from it selfe: but eye to eye oppos'd,
Salutes
