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queen, i'faith.

Bull-bearing Milo his addition' yield

Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make a comTo sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, plimental assault upon him, for my business seeths." Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor, indeed! Instructed by the antiquary times, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise :

Enter Paris and Helen, attended. But pardon, father Nestor, were your days

Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd, company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly You should not have the eminence of him, guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair But be as Ajax.

thoughts be to your fair pillow ! Ajax. Shall I call you father ?

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Nest. Ay, my good son.

Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.Dio.

Be ruld by him, lord Ajax. Fair prince, here is good broken music. Ulyss. There is no tarrying here'; the hart Par. You have broke it, cousin : and, by my Achilles

life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece Keeps thicket. Please it our great general it out with a piece of your performance :-Nell, he To call together all his state of war;

is full of harmony. Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, Pan. Truly, lady, no. We must with all our main of power stand fast:

Helen. 0, sir, And here's a lord,-come knights from east to west, Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude.' And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Par. Well said, my lord ! well, you say so in fits.

Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen :Light boats sail swist, though greater hulks draw My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ? deep

(Exeunt. Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll

hear you sing, certainly.

Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with

me.-But (marry) thus, my lord,-my dear lord, ACT III.

and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus,

Helen. My lord Pandarus ; honey-sweet lord, SCENE I.-Troy. A room in Priam's palace. himself most affectionately to you.

Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to ;-commend: Enter Pandarus and a Servant.

Helen. You shall not bób us out of our melody; Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word : Do not If you do, our melancholy upon your head ! you follow the young lord Paris ?

Pan. Sweet queen, street queen ; that's a sweet Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean.

Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

offence. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your tum ; that I must needs praise him.

shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such Serv. The lord be prais'd !

words, no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, that, Pan. You know me, do you not?

if the king call for him at supper, you will make Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

his excuse. Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pandarus.

Pan. What says my sweet queen,--my very very Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better.

sweet queen. Pan. I do desire it.

Par.* What exploit's in hand? where sups be Serv. You are in the state of grace.


[Music within. Helen. Nay, but my lord, Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship Pan. What says my sweet queen ?-My cousin are my titles :—What music is this?

will fall out with you. You must not know where Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is music in he sups. parts.

Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pan. Know you the musicians ?

Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide;' Serv. Wholly, sir.

come, your disposer is sick. Pan. Who play they to?

Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Serv. To the hearers, sir.

Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you sayPan. At whose pleasure, friend ?

Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick. Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.

Par. I spy. Pan. Command, I mean, friend.

Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give Serv. Who shall I command, sir ?

me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen. Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I Helen. Why, this is kindly done. am too courtly, and thou art too cunning : At whose Pan. My neice is horribly in love with a thing request do these men play?

you have, sweet queen. Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir : Marry, sir, at the IIclen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; my lord Paris. with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of Pan. He! no, she'll none of him ; they tivo are beauty, love's invisible soul,

twain. Pan. Who, my cousin, Cressida ?

llelen. Falling in, after falling out, may make Serv. No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out them three. that by her attributes ?

Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this ; Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not I'll sing you a song now. seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with

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Helen. Ay, ay, pr’ythee now. By my troth, Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?
sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

Tro. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door,
Pan. Ay, you may, you may.

Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will un- Staying for wastage. "O, be thou my Charon, do us all. O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

And give me swift transportance to those fields,
Par. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith

Where I may wallow in the lily beds
Per. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Propos'd for the deserver ! O gentle Pandarus,
Pan. In good troth, it begins so:

From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,

And fly with me to Cressid !
Love, love, nothing but love, still more!

Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her
For, oh, love's bow

straight. Shoots buck and doe;

Exit Pandarus. The shaft confounds,

Tro. I am giddy ; expectation whirls me round.

The imaginary relish is so sweet
Not that it wounds

That it enchants my sense; What will it be,
But tickles still the sore.

When that the watry palate tastes indeed
These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die ! Love's thrice-reputed nectar ? death, I fear me ;

Yet that which seems the wound to kill, Swooning destruction: or some joy too fine,
Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he !

Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness,
So dying love lives still :

For the capacity of my ruder powers:
Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!

I fear it much ; and I do fear besides,
Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! That I shall lose distinction in my joys;

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
Hey ho!

The enemy flying.
Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose.

Re-enter Pandarus.
Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that
breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts,

Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: er place and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is you must

be witty now. She does so blush, and love.

fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest hot thoughts, and hot deeds ?-Why,

they are vipers: villain :-she fetches her breath as short as a newta'en

[Exit Pandarus. Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet lord, who's sparrow. a-field to-day ?

Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my

Per. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and
all the gallantry of Troy:

I would rain bave arm'a My heart beats thicker than a severous pulse : to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. How And all my powers do their bestowing lose, chance my brother Troilus went not ?

Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring
Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;—you The eye of majesty.
know all, lord Pandarus.

Enter Pandarus and Cressida.
Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen---I long to hear

Pan. Come, come, what need you blush? shame's how they sped to-day.—You'll remember your a baby.-Here she is now : swear the oaths now to

her, that you have sworn to me.-What, are you Par. To a hair.

gone again? you must be watched ere you be made Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.

tame, must you? Come your ways, come your Helen. Commend me to your niece.

ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the Pen. I will, sweet queen.

[Exit. fills,*--Why do you not speak to her ?--Come, draw

[.A retreat sounded. this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas, tho Par. They are come from field: let us to Pri- day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an am's hall,

'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you and kiss the mistress.? How now? a kiss in feeTo help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, farm ? build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, With these your white enchanting fingers touchd, you shall fight your nearts out, ere I part you. The Shall more obey, than to the of steel,

falcon as the tercel,” for all the ducks i'ihe river. Or force of Greekish sinews: you shall do more

go to, go to.
Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector. Tro. You have berest me of all words, lady.
Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: bu
Paris :

she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your *** Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,

activity in question. What billing again ? Here's Give us more palm in beauty than we have; - In witness whereof the parties interchangeablyYea, overshines ourself.

Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire. [Exit Pan.
Per. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exe.

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?
SCENE II.-The same.

Pandarus' orchard. Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished mo
Enter Pandarus and a Servant, meeting. thus,
Pen. How now? Where's thy master? at my

Cres. Wished, my lord ?—The gods grant!--O
cousin Cressida's ?
. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him

Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espics my

sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Enter Troilus.

Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have Pan. O, here he comes.--How now, how now.

eyes. Tro. Sirrah, walk off.

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Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds I am asham'd;- heavens! what have I done ? safer footing than blind reason stumbling without For this time will I take my leave, my lord. fear: To tear the worst, oft cures the worst. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid?

Tro: 0, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all] Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. morning, Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?

Cres. Pray you, content you. Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we Tro.

What offends you, lady? vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; Cres. Sir, mine own company. thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposi Tro.

You cannot shun tion enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty Yourself. imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, Cres. Let me go and try: that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; I have a kind of self resides with you; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to But an unkind self, that itself will leave, limit.

To be another's fool. I would be gone : Cres. They say, all lovers swear more perform- Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. ance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability Tro. Well know they what they speak, thal that they never perform ; vowing more than the per speak so wisely. fection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth Cros. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft thin part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and

love; the act of hares, are they not monsters?

And fell so roundly to a large confession, Tro. Are they such ? such are not we: Praise To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise;. us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove ; our head or else you love not; For to be wise, and love, shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman name desert, hefore his birth; and, being born, his (As, if it can, I will presume in you,) addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: To feed for aye? her lamp and flames of love; Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can To keep her constancy in plight and youth, say worst, shall be a mock for his truth ; and what Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. That doth renew swifter than blood decays! Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me,

That my integrity and truth to you
Re-enter Pandarus.

Might be affronted" with the match and weight Pan. What, blushing still ? have you not done of such a winnow'd purity in love; talking yet?

How were I then uplised! but, alas, Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedi- I am as true as truth's simplicity, cate to you.

And simpler than the infancy of truth. Pan. 'I thank you for that; is my lord get a boy Cres. In that I'll war with you. of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord : if Tro.

O virtuous fight, he Ilinch, chide me for it.

When right with right wars who shall be most right! Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's True sivains in love shall, in the world to come, word, and my firm faith.

Approve their truths by 'Troilus: when their rhymes, Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, 4 kindred, though they be long cre they are wooed, Want siniles, truth tir'd with iteration they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can As truc as steel, as plantage to the moon, tell you: they stick where they are thrown. As sun to day, as turtle to her mate, Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings mc As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre, heart:

Yet, after all comparisons of truth, Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day As truth's authentic author to be cited, For many weary months.

As true as Troilus shall crown ups the verse, Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? And sanctify the numbers. Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord, Cres.

Prophet may you be! With the first glance that cver-Pardon me; Ir I be false or swerve a hair from truth, If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. When time is old and hath forgot itself, I love you now; but not, till now, so much When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy But I might master it:-in faith, I lie;

And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown And mighty states characterless are grated Too headstrong for their mother: Sce, we Tools ! To dusty nothing; yet let memory,, Why have I blabb’d? who shall be true to us, From false to false, among false maids in love,, When we are so unsccret to ourselves ?

Upbraid my falschood! when they have said-as But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'l you not;

false And yct, good faith, I wish'd myself a man; As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Or that we women had men's privilege

As fox to lamb, us wolf to heifer's call, Of speaking first. Sweet, bid ine hold my tongue; Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ; For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak

Yca, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence, As falsc as Cressid. Cunning in duinbness, from my weakness draws Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, seal it; My very soul of counsel : Siop my mouth. be the witness.-Here I hold your hand; here, my Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another

, Pan. Pretty, i'iaith.

since I have taken such pains to bring you to Cres. My lord, I do bescech you, pardon me; gether, let all pitiful goers-between be called to 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss : the world's end after

my name, call them all — Pau

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Fomen Cressids, and all brokers-between Pan-So do each lord; and either greet him not,
dars! say, Amen.

Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Tro. Amen.

Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.
Cres. Amen.

Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me?
Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a You know my mind, I'll fight no more gainst Troy.
chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall Agam. What says Achilles ? would he aught
not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to with us?
death: away.

Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here,

general ? Bed, chamber, Pandar, to provide this geer! Achil.

No. (Exeunt. Nest. Nothing, my lord.

SCENE III. - The Grecian camp. Enter Aga-

The better.
memnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Nestor, Ajax, Men-

[Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor. elaus, and Calchas.


Good day, good day.

Men. How do you ? how do you ? " (Exit Men. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done

Achil. What, docs the cuckold scorn me? you,

Ajar. How now, Patroclus?
The advantage of the time prompts me aloud Achil.

Good morrow, Ajax. mradi To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind,


Ha? That

, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove Achil. Good morrow.
I have abandoned Troy, left my possession,

Incurr'd a traitor's name ; expos'd myself,

Ay, and good next day too.

Erit Ajax. From certain and possess'd conveniences,

Achil. What mean these seliows? know they To doubtful fortunes ; séquest'ring from me all

not Achilles ? That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,

Palr. They pass by strangely: they were us’d Made tame and most familiar to my nature ;

to bend,
And bere, to do you service, am become. To send their smiles before them to Achilles ;
As new into the world, strange, unacquainted:

To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep
I do beseech you, as in way of taste,

To holy altars.
To give me now a little benefit,


What, am I poor of late?'
Out of those many register'd in promise,, 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune,
Which, you say, live to come in my behálr.

Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is,
Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan ? He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
make demand.

As feel in his own fall: for men, like butterflies,
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, Show not their mealy wings, but to the summer;
Yesterday took ; Troy holds him very dear. And not a man, for being sinply man,
oft have you (often have you thanks therefore,)

Hath any honour; but honour for those honours
Desir'd My Cressid in right great exchange, That are without him, as place, riches, favour,
Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor, Prizes of accident as oft as merit:
I know, is such a wrest in their affairs,

Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,
That their negociations all must slack,

The love that lean'd on them, as slippery too,
Wanting his manage; and they will almost

Do one pluck down another, and together
Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,

Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:
In change of hind: let him be sent, great princes, Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy
And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence At ample point all that I do possess,
Shall quite strike off all service I have done,

Save these men's looks; who do, methinks, find out
In most accepted pain.

Something not worth in' me such rich beholding
Let Diomedes bear him,

As they have often given. Here is Ulysses;
And bring us Cressid hither ; Calchas shall have
What he requests of us.--Good Diomed,

I'll interrupt his reading.

How now, Ulysses ?
Furnish you fairly for this interchange :


Now, great Thetis' son ? Withal

, bring word--if Hector will to-morrow Achil. What are you reading? Be answer'd in his challenge : Ajax is ready, Ulyss.

A strange fellow here

. This shall I undertake ; and, 'tis a burden Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted,
Which I am proud to bear. (Exe. Dio. and Cal. How much in having, or without, or in, -
Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their tent, Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;

As when his virtues shining upon others
Please it our general to pass strangely? by him, Heat them, and they retort that heat again
As if he were forgot; and, princes all,

To the first giver.
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:


This is not strange, Ulysses,
I will come last: Tis like, he'll question me,

The beauty that is borne here in the face
Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why tu’n’d on The bearer knows not, but commends itsell

To others' eyes; nor doth the eye itsell
If so, I have derision med'cinable,

(That most pure spirit of sense) behold itsell,
To use between your strangeness and his pride, Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos’d
Which his own will shall have desire to drink; Salutes each other with each other's form.
It may do good: pride hath no other glass For speculation turns not to itsell,
To show itself, but pride ; for supple knees Till it hath travell’d, and is married there
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all.

Agan. We'll execute your purpose, and put on Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,
A form of strangeness as we pass along ;-

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That'no man is the lord of any thing

Then marvel not, thou great and complete man ('Though in and of him there be much consisting,) That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax; Till he communicate his parts to others :

Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Nor doth he of himsell know them for aught Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, Till he behold them form'd in the applause And still it might; and yet it may again, Where they are extended; which, like an arch, re- If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive, verberates

And case thy reputation in thy tent; The voice again; or like a gate of steel

Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Fronting the sun, receives and renders back Made emulous missions: 'mongst the gods them His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this:

selves, And apprehended here immediately

And drave great Mars to faction. The unknown Ajax.


or this my privacy Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; I have strong reasons. That has he knows not what. Nature, what things


But 'gainst your privacy

The reasons are more potent and heroical : slost abject in regard, and dear in use!

'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love What things again most dear in the esteem, With one of Priam's daughters." And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow, Achil.

Ha! known? An act that very chance doth throw upon him, Ulyss. Is that a wonder? Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do, The providence that's in a watchful state, While some men leave to do!

Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold; How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps; While others play the idiots in her eyes !

Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods How one man eats into another's pride,

Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. While pride is fasting in his wantonness!

There is a mystery (with whom relation To see these Grecian lords !-Why, even already Durst never meddle) in the soul of state; They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder; Which hath an operation more divine, As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to: And great Troy shrinking:

All the commerce that you have had with Troy, Achil. I do believe it : for they pass'd by me, As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord ; As misers do by beggars: neither gave to me And better would it fit Achilles much, Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot? To throw down Hector, than Polyxena:

Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,,

When fame shall in our islands sound her trump; A great-sized monster of ingratitudes :

And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, Those scraps are good deeds past: which are de- Great Heclor's sister did Achilles win; vour'd

But our great Ajax bravely beat down him. As fast as they are made, forgot as soon

Farewell, my lord : as your lover speak; As done: Perseverance, dear my lord,

The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang


. Quite out of fashion, like a trusty mail

Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you: In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; A woman impudent and mannish grown For honour travels in a strait so narrow,

Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path; In time of action. I stand condemnd for this; For emulation hath a thousand sons,

They think, my little stomach to the war, That one by one pursue: If you give way, And your great love to me, restrains you thus: Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,

Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,

Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, And leave you hindmost;

And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank,

Be shook to air. Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,

Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector ? O'er-run and trampled on: Then what they do in Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour present,

by him. Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: Achil. I see my reputation is at stake ;, For time is like a fashionable host,

My fame is shrewdly gor'd. That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; Patr.

0, then beware; And with his arms out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Those wounds heal ill; that men do give themselves: Grasps-in the comer: Welcome ever smiles, Omission to do what is necessary And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue Seals a commission to a blank of danger; seek

And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Remuneration for the thing it was;

Even then when we sit idly in the sun. For beauty, wit,

Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus. High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, I'll send the fool to Ajax, and desire him Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all

To invite the Trojan lords after the combat, To envious and calumniating time.

To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, An appetite that I am sick withal, That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds,? To see great Hector in his weeds of peace; Though they are made and moulded of things past; To talk with him, and to behold his visage, And give to dust, that is a little gilt,

Even to my full of view. A labour sava! More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

(3) The descent of the deities to combat on ci (1) Detail of argument.

ther side. (2) New-fashioned toys.

(4) Polyxena. (5) Friend.

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