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Cre. Sir, mine own company.
Troi. You cannot shun your self.

Cre. Let me go try :
I have a kind of self resides with you :
But an unkind self, that itself will leave,
To be another's fool. Where is my wit?
I would be gone : I speak I know not what. [wisely.

Troi. Well know they what they speak, that speak lo

Cre. Perchance, my Lord, I shew more craft than love,
And fell so roundly to a large confession,
To angle for your thoughts: but you are wise,
"A sign' you love not : To be wise and love,
Exceeds man's might, and dwells with Gods above.

Troi. O that I thought it could be in a woman,
(As, if it can, I will presume in you,)
To feed for ay her lamp and flames of love,
To keep her conftancy in plight and youth,
Out-living beauties outward, with a mind
That doth renew swifter than blood decays !
Oh that perswasion could but thus convince me!
That my integrity and truth to you
Might be affronted with the match and weight
Of such a winnow'd purity in love:
How were I then up-lifted! but alas,
I am as true as truth's fimplicity,
And simpler than the infancy of truth.

Cre. In that I'll war with you.

Troi. O virtuous fight!
True swains in love shall in the world to come
Approve their truths by Troilus ; when their rhymes,
Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,
Want similies: truth tired with iteration,
As true as steel, as plantage a to the moon.

As • 1 Or else

(a) It was heretofore the prevailing opinion that the production and growth of Plants depended much upon the influences of the Moon : and the rules and directions given for fowing, planting, grafting, and pruning, had reference generally to the changes, the increase, or waining of the Moon. Warburton.

As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to th' center:
Yet after all comparisons of truth,
As truth's authentick author to be cited
As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse
And fanctific the numbers.

Cre. Prophet may you be!
If I be falfe, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot it self,
When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy,
And blind oblivion fwallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterlefs are grated
To duity nothing; yet lec memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falsehood ; when they've faid as fallo
As air, as water, wind, as sandy earth;.
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf ;
Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her fon ;
Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
As false as Cresid.

Pan. Go to, a bargain made : feal it, feal it, I'll be the witness. Here I hold your hand ; here 'my cousin's; if ever you prove false to one another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goersbetween be called to the world's end after my name ; call them all Pandars : let all al inconftant' men be Troilus's, all false women Creffida's, and all brokers-between Pandars : say Amen.

Troi. Amem !
Cre. Amen!

Pan. Amen! Whereupon I will shew you ila chamber with a bed ;' which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death : away. And Cupid grant all tongue-ry'd maidens here, Bed, chamber, Pandar to provide this geer! (Exeunt.

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Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Diomedes, Neftor, Mene

laus, and Calchas.

Col. 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 light I bear in things to come,
I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession,
Incurr'd a traitor's name, expos’d my self,
From certain and poffelt conveniencies,
To doubtful fortunes ; fequeftred from all,
That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,
Made tame and most familiar to my nature :
And here to do you service am become
As new into the world, ftrange, unacquainted.
I do beseech you, as in way.of taste,
To give me now a little benefit,
Out of those many registred in promise,
Which you say live to come in my behalf.

Aga. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan ? make demand.

Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, callid Antenor,
Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear.
Oft have you, (often have you thanks therefore)
Desir'd my Creljid in right great exchange,
Whom Troy hath still deny'd: but this Antenor,
I know, is such a rest in their affairs,
That their negotiations all must Nack,
Wanting his manage; and they will almost
Give us a Prince o'th' blood, a son 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 most accepted t'pay':

Aga. Let Diomede bear him,
And bring us Cresid hither : Calchas shall have
What he requests of us. Good Diomede,
Furnish you fairly for this enterchange ;
Withall, 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.


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Achilles, and Patroclus appear before their Tent.
Ulyf. Achilles stands i'ch' entrance of his tent ;
Please it our General to pass strangely by him,
As if he were forgot ; and Princes all,
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:
I will come laft, 'cis 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 shall have desire to drink.
It may do good: Pride hath no other glass
To Thew it self, but pride ; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.

Aga. We'll 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 shake 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 'gainst Troy.

Aga. What says Achilles ? would he ought with us?
Neft. Would you, my Lord, ought with the General ?
Acbil. No.
Neft. Nothing, my Lord.

4 pain.

Aga. The better.
Achil. Good day, good day.
Men. How do you? how do you?
Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me?
Ajax. How now, Patroclus ?

. Good morrow, Ajax.
Ajax. Ha ?
Acbil. Good morrow.
Ajax. Ay, and good next day too.

[Exeunt. Acbil. What mean these fellows? know they not

Achilles ?
Pat. They pass by ftrangely: 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
Muft fall out with men too: what the declin'd is,
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall: for men, like butter-Aies,
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 Nipp'ry standers,
(The love that lean'd on them, as Nipp'ry too)
s'Do'one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall. But 'cis not so with me :
Fortune and I are friends, I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did poffefs,
Save these men's looks, who do methinks find out
Something in me not worth that rich beholding
As they have often giv'n. Here is Ulyses.
I'll interrupt his reading. -Now, Ulyses!

Ulys. Now, Thetis' fon!
Acbil. What are you reading ?


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