Troilus and Cressida (Modern)
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Enter Thersites [talking to himself].
¶[Thersites] How now, Thersites? 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 1210at me. 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but ¶I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's ¶Achilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken till these two ¶undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of ¶themselves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget 1215that thou art Jove, the king of gods, and, Mercury, lose ¶all the serpentine craft of thy caduceus, if thou take not ¶that little-little-less-than-little wit from them that they ¶have, which short-armed ignorance itself knows is so ¶abundant scarce, it will not, in circumvention, deliver a 1220fly from a spider without drawing the massy irons and ¶cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole ¶camp, or rather the bone-ache, for that me thinks is ¶the curse dependent on those that war for a placket. I have ¶said my prayers, and devil envy say, "Amen." -- What ho? 1225My lord Achilles?
¶
Enter Patroclus.
¶Thersites If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, 1230thou 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 1235thy death; then, if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair corpse, ¶I'll be sworn -- and sworn upon't -- she never ¶shrouded any but lazars. Amen. -- Where's Achilles?
[Patroclus comes forward.]
¶Patroclus What, art thou devout? Wast thou in a prayer?
¶Thersites Ay, the heavens hear me.
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Enter Achilles.
¶Achilles Who's there?
¶Patroclus Thersites, my lord.
¶Achilles Where, where? -- [To Thersites] Art thou come? Why, my cheese, ¶my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my 1245table so many meals? -- Come, what's Agamemnon?
¶Patroclus Thou mayst tell that knowest.
¶Achilles O tell, tell.
¶Thersites I'll decline the whole question: Agamemnon 1255commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am Patroclus' ¶knower, and Patroclus is a fool.
¶Patroclus You rascal.
¶Thersites Peace, fool, I have not done.
1260Thersites Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; ¶Thersites is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
¶Achilles Derive this. Come.
¶Thersites Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command ¶Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; 1265Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool, and Patroclus is a ¶fool positive.
¶Patroclus Why am I a fool?
Exit.
¶Thersites Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such 1275knavery. All the argument is a cuckold and a whore, a ¶good quarrel to draw emulations, factions, and bleed to ¶death upon. Now, the dry serpigo on the subject, and ¶war and lechery confound all..
[Exit Thersites?]
1280Patroclus Within his tent, but ill disposed, my lord.
¶Agamemnon 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
1285We dare not move the question of our place,
| ¶Or know not what we are. | |
| ¶Patroclus | |
| I shall so say to him. | |
[Exit Patroclus.]
¶Ulysses We saw him at the opening of his tent;
¶He is not sick.
1290Ajax Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart; you may ¶call it melancholy if will favor the man, but, by my ¶head, it is pride. But why? Why? Let him show us the cause. ¶--A word, my lord.
[Ajax takes Agamemnon aside.]
¶Nestor What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
1295Ulysses Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.
¶Nestor Who? Thersites?
¶Ulysses He.
Enter Patroclus.
| ¶Here comes Patroclus. | |
| ¶Nestor | |
| No Achilles with him? | |
¶Ulysses The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy;
1310His legs are legs for necessity, not for flight.
¶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
1315But for your health and your digestion sake,
| ¶An after dinner's breath. | |
| ¶Agamemnon | |
| Hear you, Patroclus. | |
¶We are too well acquainted with these answers,
¶But his evasion, winged thus swift with scorn,
1320Cannot outfly our apprehensions.
¶Much attribute he hath, and much the reason
¶Why we ascribe it to him, yet all his virtues,
¶Not virtuously of his own part beheld,
¶Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss,
1325Yea, and like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
¶Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him:
¶We came to speak with him, and you shall not sin
¶If you do say we think him over-proud
¶And under-honest; in self-assumption greater
1330Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than himself
¶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
1335His pettish lines, his ebbs, his flows, 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 price so much,
¶We'll none of him, but let him, like an engine
1340Not 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.
¶Patroclus I shall, and bring his answer presently.
1345Agamemnon In second voice we'll not be satisfied;
¶We come to speak with him. -- Ulysses, enter you.
¶
Exit Ulysses.
¶Ajax What is he more than another?
¶Agamemnon No more than what he thinks he is.
¶Agamemnon No question.
¶Ajax Will you subscribe his thought and say he is?
¶Agamemnon No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as valiant, as 1355wise, no less noble, much more gentle and altogether ¶more tractable.
¶Agamemnon Your mind is the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues 1360the 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.
¶
Enter Ulysses.
¶Ulysses Achilles will not to the field tomorrow.
| ¶Agamemnon | |
| What's his excuse? | |
| 1370Ulysses | |
| 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.
¶Agamemnon Why will he not upon our fair request
1375Untent his person and share the air with us?
¶Ulysses 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 wroth
1380Holds in his blood such swoll'n and hot discourse
¶That 'twixt his mental and his active parts
¶Kingdomed Achilles in commotion rages
¶And batters 'gainst itself. What should I say?
¶He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it
| 1385Cry, "No recovery." | |
| ¶Agamemnon | |
| Let Ajax go to him. | |
¶ [To Ajax] 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.
1390Ulysses O Agamemnon, let it not be so.
¶We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes
¶When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud lord
¶That bastes his arrogance with his own seam,
¶And never suffers matter of the world
1395Enter 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,
1400Nor by my will assubjugate his merit,
¶As amply titled as Achilles' is, by going to Achilles.
¶That were to enlard his fat-already pride,
¶And add more coals to Cancer when he burns
¶With entertaining great Hyperion.
1405This lord go to him? Jupiter forbid,
¶And say in thunder, "Achilles, go to him."
¶Agamemnon O no, you shall not go.
¶Ulysses Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel.
1415Ajax A paltry, insolent fellow.
¶Ajax Can he not be sociable?
¶Ajax I'll let his humors blood.
¶Ajax An all men were o'my mind --
¶Nestor Our noble general, do not do so.
1435Ulysses Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harm.
¶Here is a man -- but 'tis before his face;
| ¶I will be silent. | |
| ¶Nestor | |
| Wherefore should you so? | |
¶He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
1440Ulysses Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
¶Nestor What a vice were it in Ajax now --
¶Ulysses If he were proud --
1445Diomed Or covetous of praise --
¶Ulysses Ay, or surly borne --
¶Diomed Or strange, or self-affected.
¶Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck;
1450Fame be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
¶Thrice famed beyond, 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,
1455Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
¶To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
¶Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines
¶Thy spacious and dilated parts. Here's Nestor
¶Instructed by the antiquary times;
1460He 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. | |
| 1465Ajax | |
| Shall I call you father? | |
| ¶Ulysses | |
| Ay, my good son. | |
| ¶Diomed | |
| Be ruled by him, lord Ajax. | |
¶Ulysses There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles
¶Keeps thicket. Please it our general
1470To 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 flow'r, Ajax shall cope the best.
1475Agamemnon Go we to council; let Achilles sleep.
Exeunt.
