Troilus and Cressida (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
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,
1960Salutes each other with each others forme.
¶Till it hath trauail'd, and is married there
1965It is familiar; but at the Authors drift,
¶That no may is the Lord of any thing,
¶Till he communicate his parts to others:
1970Nor doth he of himselfe know them for ought,
¶Till he behold them formed in th'applause,
¶Where they are extended: who like an arch reuerb'rate
¶The voyce againe; or like a gate of steele,
¶Fronting the Sunne, receiues and renders backe
1975His figure, and his heate. I was much rapt in this,
¶And apprehended here immediately:
¶The vnknowne Aiax;
¶Heauens what a man is there? a very Horse,
¶That has he knowes not what. Nature, what things there
(are.
¶An act that very chance doth throw vpon him?
¶Aiax renown'd? O heauens, what some men doe,
1985While some men leaue to doe!
¶Whiles others play the Ideots in her eyes:
¶How one man eates into anothers pride,
¶They clap the lubber Aiax on the shoulder,
¶As if his foote were on braue Hectors brest,
¶And great Troy shrinking.
¶Achil. I doe beleeue it:
¶Neither gaue to me good word, nor looke:
¶What are my deedes forgot?
¶Ulis. Time hath (my Lord) a wallet at his backe,
¶Wherein he puts almes for obliuion:
¶Which are deuour'd as fast as they are made,
¶Keepes honor bright, to haue done, is to hang
¶In monumentall mockrie: take the instant way,
¶Where one but goes a breast, keepe then the path:
¶For emulation hath a thousand Sonnes,
2010That one by one pursue; if you giue way,
¶Or hedge aside from the direct forth right;
¶Like to an entred Tyde, they all rush by,
¶And leaue you hindmost:
2015Lye there for pauement to the abiect, neere
¶Ore-run and trampled on: then what they doe in present,
2020And with his armes out-stretcht, as he would flye,
¶Remuneration for the thing it was: for beautie, wit,
¶To enuious and calumniating time:
¶One touch of nature makes the whole world kin:
¶Though they are made and moulded of things past,
2030And goe to dust, that is a little guilt,
¶More laud then guilt oredusted.
¶Then maruell not thou great and compleat man,
¶That all the Greekes begin to worship Aiax;
2035Since things in motion begin to catch the eye,
¶Then what not stirs: the cry went out on thee,
¶And still it might, and yet it may againe,
¶And case thy reputation in thy Tent;
¶And draue great Mars to faction.
¶Achil. Of this my priuacie,
¶The reasons are more potent and heroycall:
¶'Tis knowne Achilles, that you are in loue
¶With one of Priams daughters.
¶Achil. Ha? knowne?
2050Ulis. Is that a wonder?
¶The prouidence that's in a watchfull State,
¶Knowes almost euery graine of Plutoes gold;
¶Findes bottome in th'vncomprehensiue deepes;
¶Keepes place with thought; and almost like the gods,
2055Doe thoughts vnuaile in their dumbe cradles:
¶There is a mysterie (with whom relation
¶Which hath an operation more diuine,
2060All the commerse that you haue had with Troy,
¶As perfectly is ours, as yours, my Lord.
¶And better would it fit Achilles much,
¶To throw downe Hector then Polixena.
¶But it must grieue yong Pirhus now at home,
¶But our great Aiax brauely beate downe him.
¶Farewell my Lord: I as your louer speake;
¶Patr. To this effect Achilles haue I mou'd you;
¶A woman impudent and mannish growne,
¶Is not more loth'd, then an effeminate man,
¶In time of action: I stand condemn'd for this;
2075They thinke my little stomacke to the warre,
¶And your great loue to me, restraines you thus:
¶Shall from your necke vnloose his amorous fould,
¶And like a dew drop from the Lyons mane,
2080Be shooke to ayrie ayre.
¶Achil. Shall Aiax fight with Hector?
¶Patr. I, and perhaps receiue much honor by him.
¶My fame is shrowdly gored.
2085Patr. O then beware:
¶And danger like an ague subtly taints
¶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.
