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« As truth authentic, ever to be cited,
• As true as Troilus, shall crown-up the verse,
And sanctify the numbers.
Cre. Prophet may you be ! "If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, • When time is old and hath forgot itself, · When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy, • And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, • And mighty states characterless are grated < To dulty nothing ; yet let memory, • From false to falle, among falle maids in love, • Upbraid my falsehood! when they've faid, as false • As air, as water, as wird, as sandy earth; • As fox to lanıb, as wolf to heiter's calf ; s Pard to the hind, or Repdame to her son ; • Yea, let them fay, to Itick the heart of falsehood, . As false as Crediid..
Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, feal it, I'll be the witness Here i hold your hand; here my coufin's; if ever you prove falte to one another, since I have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pititul goers- between be call'd to the world's end after my pame; call them all Pandars; let all inconftant men be 'Troilus's, all falle women Crellida's, and all brąj kers between Pandars. Say, Amen.
Troi. Anen !
Pan. Amen! Whereupon } will shew you a bed. chamber ; which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, prels it to death : away. Anu Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here, Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this geer !
SCENE VI. Changes to the Grecian camp. Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajax,
Menelaus, and Calchas.
Cal. Now, Princes, for the service I have done you, Th’advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompence: appear it to you, That, through the fight ! bear in things to come,
I have abandon'd Fros, left my poffeflion,
Incurr'd a traitor's name, expos d myself,
From certain and poffefy'd conveniences,
To doubtful fortunes; iequelirea from all
That time, acquaintance, cuítoni, and condition,
Made tame und molt familiar to my nature;
And here, to do you service, am become
As new into the world, Itrange, unacquainted :
I do beseech you, as in way of taite,
To give me now a little benefit,
Out of those many registres in promise,
Which, you say, live to come in my behalf.
Aga. What wouldit thou of us, Trojan ? make de
mand. Gal. You have a Trojan prisoner, callid Antenor, Yesterday took : Troy holds him very dear.. Oft bave you (often have you thanks therefore) · Defir'd my Cressid in right-great exchange, · Whom I roy hath still deny'd: but this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs, That their negotiations all must fack, Wanting his man
anage; and they will almost
Give us a prince o' th' blood, a fun of Priam,
In change of him. Let him be sent, great Princes,
And he shall buy my daughter : and her presence
Shall quite strike off all service I have done,
In molt accepted pay.
Aga: Let Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Cretlid hither : Calchas shall have
What he requests of us. Good Diomede,
Furnith you fairly for this interchange ;
Withal bring word, if Hector will to-morrow
Be answer'd in his challenge Ajax is ready.
Dio. This shall I undertake, and 'tis a burthen
Which I am proud to bear.
S CE N E
; VII, Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent. Ulys. Achilles stands i' th' entrance of his tents, Please it our General to pass ftrangely by him,, As if he were forgot; and, Princes all,
Lay negligent and loote regard upon him.
I will come last ; tis like he'll question me.
Why such unplausive eyes are bent on him,
If so, I have decision medicinable
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will sh:ll have delire to drink.
It may do good. Pride hath no other glass
To Thew itself, but pride ; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.
execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pass along;
so do each Lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall thake him more
Than if not look'd on.
I will lead the way.
Achil. What, comes the General to speak with me?
You know my mind. I'll fight no more 'gainit Troy.
Aga. What says Achilles ? would he aught with us?
Neft. Would you, my Lord, aught with the General?
Neft. Nothing, my Lord.
Aga. The better.
Achil. Good day, good day.
Mon, How do you ? how do you?
Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me?
Ajax, How now, Patroclus ?
schil, Good morrow, Ajax.
Achil. Good morrow.
Ajax, Ay, and good next day too. [Exeunt,
Achil. What mean these fellows? know they not
Pat. They pass by strangely: they were us’d to bend,
To send their smiles before them to Achilles,
To come as humbly as they us'd to creep
To holy altars.
Achil. What, am I poor of late ? • 'Tis certain, Greatness once fall’n out with Fortune, • Must fall out with men too : what the declin'd is, • He thall as soon read in the eyes of others, • As feel in his own fa!l : for men, like butterflies,
Shew not their mealy wings but to the summer;
And not a man, for being simply man,
* Hath honour, but is honour'd by those honours
« That are without him; as place, riches, favour,
• Prizes of accident as oft as merit :
" Which, when they fall, (as being slipp'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 so with me :
Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did poffels,
Save these mens looks ; who do, methicks, find out
Something in me not worth that rich beholding,
As they have often giv'n. Here is Ulyfies.
I'll interrupt his reading Now, Ulysses ?
Uly/ Now, Thetis' fon!
Achil. What are you reading?
Ulys. A strange fellow here
W'rites me, that man, how dearly ever parted *,
How much in having, or without, or in,
Cannot make boast to have that which he háth,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection ;
As when his virtues shining upon others
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.
Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses,
The beauty that is born here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others' eyes : nor doth the eye itself
(That molt pure spirit of sense) behold itfelf
Not going from itself; but eyes oppos'd
Salute each other with each other's form.
For speculation turns not to itself,
Till it hath travell’d, and is marry'd there
Where it may see its self ; this is not strange.
Ulyf. I do not strain at the position,
It is familiar; but the author's drift ;
Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves
Thar no man is the lord of any thing,
(Tho' in and of him there is much consisting),
Till he communicate bis parts to others;
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught,
i, és how esquisitively foever his virtues be divided and balanced in lim.
Till he behold them formed in th' applause
Where they're extended; which, like an arch, rever-
The voice again; or, like a gate of steel [b'rates
Fronting the fun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this,
And apprehended here immediately
The unknown Ajax-
Heavn's ! what a man is there? a very horse,
That has he knows not what. Nature ! what things
Most abject in regard, and dear in use?
What things again most dear in the esteem,
And poor in worth? now shall we see to-morrow
An act, that very chance doth throw upon him
Ajax renown'd! O heav'ns, what some men do,
While some men leave to do!
How some men sleep in skittish fortune's hall, + While others play the ideots in her eyes ;
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is feasting in his wantonness!
To fee these Grecian Lords ! why ev'n already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast,
And great Troy shrinking.
Achil. This I do believe ;
For they pass'd by me, as misers do by beggars,
Neither gave to me good word, nor good look.
What! are my deeds forgot?
UI/. 'Time hath, my Lord, a wallet at his back, • Wherein he puts alms for oblivion : ' (A great-siz'd monster of ingratitude), • Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd • As fast as they are made, forgot as soon • As done : perseverance keeps honour bright: * To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, • Like rusty mail in monumental mockery. **For Honour travels in a streight so narrow, " Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path; “ For emulation hath a thousand fons, us. That one by one pursue ; if you give way, " Or turn aside from the direct forth-right, or Like to an entred tide, they all rush by, “ And leave you hindermolt; and there you lie, VOL. VII.