Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
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Troylus and Cressida.
¶T'inuite the Troian Lords after the Combat
¶To see vs here vnarm'd: I haue a womans longing,
2095An appetite that I am sicke withall,
¶To talke with him, and to behold his visage,
¶Euen to my full of view. A labour sau'd.
¶Ther. A wonder.
2100Achil. What?
¶Ther. Aiax goes vp and downe the field, asking for
¶himselfe.
2105and is so prophetically proud of an heroicall cudgelling,
¶that he raues in saying nothing.
¶Achil. How can that be?
2110Arithmatique but her braine to set downe her recko-
¶ning: bites his lip with a politique regard, as who should
¶there is: but it lyes as coldly in him, as fire in a flint,
¶which will not shew without knocking. The mans vn-
2115done for euer; for if Hector breake not his necke i'th'com-
¶bat, heele break't himselfe in vaine-glory. He knowes
¶not mee: I said, good morrow Aiax; And he replyes,
¶thankes Agamemnon. What thinke you of this man,
¶that takes me for the Generall? Hee's growne a very
¶pinion, a man may weare it on both sides like a leather
¶Ierkin.
¶his tongue in's armes: I will put on his presence; let Pa-
¶troclus make his demands to me, you shall see the Page-
¶ant of Aiax.
2130valiant Aiax, to inuite the most valorous Hector, to come
¶vnarm'd to my Tent, and to procure safe conduct for his
¶seauen times honour'd Captaine, Generall of the Grecian
¶Armie Agamemnon, &c. doe this.
¶Ther. Hum.
¶Patr. I come from the worthy Aehilles.
¶Ther. Ha?
2140to his Tent.
¶Ther. Hum.
¶Ther. Agamemnon?
¶Patr. I my Lord.
2145Ther. Ha?
¶Ther. God buy you with all my heart.
¶Ther. If to morrow be a faire day, by eleuen a clocke
¶me ere he has me.
¶Ther. Fare you well withall my heart.
¶Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?
¶be in him when Hector has knockt out his braines, I know
¶sinewes to make catlings on.
2160straight.
¶more capable creature.
2165Ther. Would the Fountaine of your minde were cleere
¶Ticke in a Sheepe, then such a valiant ignorance.
¶
Enter at one doore Æneas with a Torch, at another
¶Par. See hoa, who is that there?
¶Dieph. It is the Lord Æneas.
¶Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
¶Diom. That's my minde too: good morrow Lord
¶Æneas.
¶Par. A valiant Greeke Æneas, take his hand,
¶You told how Diomed, in a whole weeke by dayes
¶Did haunt you in the Field.
¶During all question of the gentle truce:
2185But when I meete you arm'd, as blacke defiance,
¶As heart can thinke, or courage execute.
¶Diom. The one and other Diomed embraces,
¶Our blouds are now in calme; and so long health:
¶But when contention, and occasion meetes,
2190By Ioue, Ile play the hunter for thy life,
¶With all my force, pursuite and pollicy.
¶Welcome to Troy; now by Anchises life,
2195Welcome indeede: by Venus hand I sweare,
¶The thing he meanes to kill, more excellently.
¶(If to my sword his fate be not the glory)
¶But in mine emulous honor let him dye:
¶With euery ioynt a wound, and that to morrow.
¶Æne. We know each other well.
¶The noblest hatefull loue, that ere I heard of.
2210To Calcha's house; and there to render him,
¶Lers haue your company; or if you please,
¶(Or rather call my thought a certaine knowledge)
2215My brother Troylus lodges there to night.
¶Rouse him, and giue him note of our approach,
¶With the whole quality whereof, I feare
¶We shall be much vnwelcome.
2220Troylus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
Par. There
