As truth authentic, ever to be cited, As true as Troilus, fhall crown-up the verfe, Cre. Prophet may you be ! • If I be false, or fwerve a hair from truth, • From false to falfe, among falfe maids in love, Upbraid my falsehood! when they've faid, as false As air, as water, as wind, as fandy earth; As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf; Yea, let them fay, to tick the heart of falsehood, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: feal it, feal it, I'll be the witness Here I hold your hand; here my coufin's; if ever you prove falfe to one another, fince I have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers between be call'd to the world's end after my name; call them all Pandars; let all inconftant men be Troilus's, all falle women Creffida's, and all broj kers between Pandars. Say, Amen. Troi. Amen! Cre. Amen! Pan. Amen! Whereupon I will fhew you a bedchamber; which bed, because it fhall not fpeak of your pretty encounters, prels it to death: away. And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here, Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this geer! SCENE VI. [Exeunt. Changes to the Grecian camp. Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Neftor, Ajax, Menelaus, and Calchas, Cal. Now, Princes, for the fervice I have done you, Th' advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompence: appear it to you, That, through the fight I bear in things to come, I have abandon'd Froy, left my poffeffion, To give me now a little benefit, Out of thofe many registred in promise, Aga. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan ? make de mand. Cal. You have a Trojan prifoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore) Defir'd my Creffid in right-great exchange, Whom Troy hath still deny'd: but this Antenor, I know, is fuch a wrest in their affairs, That their negotiations all must flack, Wanting his manage; and they will almoft Give us a prince o' th' blood, a fʊn of Priam, In change of him. Let him be fent, great Princes,. And he shall buy my daughter and her prefence Shall quite ftrike off all fervice I have done, In molt accepted pay. Aga, Let Diomedes bear him, And bring us Creffid hither: Calchas fhall have. Good Diomede, Furnifh you fairly for this interchange; Withal bring word, if Hector will to-morrow Dio. This fhall I undertake, and 'tis a burthen Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent. Uly. Achilles ftands i' th' entrance of his tent,, Please it our General to pass strangely by him,, As if he were forgot; and, Princes all, Lay negligent and loofe regard upon him. To ufe between your strangenefs and his pride, Achil. What, comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind. I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Aga. What fays Achilles? would he aught with us? Neft. Would you, my Lord, aught with the General? Achil. No. Neft. Nothing, my Lord. Aga. The better. Achil. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? Achil. What, does the cuckold fcorn me? Ajax. How now, Patroclus? Achil, Good morrow, Ajax. Ajax. Ha? Achil. Good morrow. Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exeunt Achil. What mean these fellows? know they not Achilles? Pat. They pafs by strangely: they were us'd to bend, To fend their fmiles before them to Achilles, To come as humbly as they us'd to creep Achil. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, Greatnefs once fall'n out with Fortune, • Muft fall out with men too: what the declin'd is, • He fhall as foon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies, ◄ Shew not their mealy wings but to the fummer; • And not a man, for being fimply man, • Hath honour, but is honour'd by thofe honours • That are without him; as place, riches, favour, • Prizes of accident as oft as merit : Which, when they fall, (as being flipp'ry standers), The love that lean'd on them, as flipp'ry too, • Doth one pluck down another, and together Die in the fall. But 'tis not fo with me: Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy At ample point all that I did poffefs, Save these mens looks; who do, methinks, find out Achil. What are you reading? Writes me, that man, how dearly ever parted *, Achil. This is not ftrange, Ulyffes, The beauty that is born here in the face To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself (That molt pure fpirit of fenfe) behold itfelf Salute each other with each other's form. Till it hath travell'd, and is marry'd there * i, è. how exquisitively soever his virtues be divided and balanced in him. Till he behold them formed in th' applaufe Where they're extended; which, like an arch, rever- Fronting the fun, receives and renders back [b'rates His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this, The unknown Ajax—— Heavn's! what a man is there? a very horfe, That has he knows not what, Nature! what things [there are, What things again most dear in the esteem, How some men fleep in skittish fortune's hall, Achil. This I do believe ; For they pafs'd by me, as mifers do by beggars, Uly. Time hath, my Lord, a wallet at his back, 'Wherein he puts alms for oblivion : (A great-fiz'd monster of ingratitude), Thofe fcraps are good deeds paft, which are devour'd As done: perfeverance keeps honour bright: "That one by one purfue; if you give way, VOL. VII. |