I have a kind of self resides with you: I would be gone :-I speak I know not what". TRO. Well know they what they speak that speak so wisely. And fell so roundly to a large confession, To angle for your thoughts: But you are wise; To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love; Might be affronted with the match and weight How were I then uplifted! but, alas, TRO. O virtuous fight, As sun to day, as turtle to her mate, CRES. Prophet may you be! And mighty states characterless are grated a We follow the reading of the folio. The sentences are transposed in the quarto. To dusty nothing; yet let memory From false to false, among false maids in love, Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said, as false As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son; Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, As false as Cressid. PAN. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness.-Here I hold your hand: here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name, call them all-Pandars; let all constant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen. TRO. Amen. CRES. Amen. PAN. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away. And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here, Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this geer! [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS. CAL. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, ⚫ The meaning appears to us sufficiently clear-through my prescience in knowing what things I should love. The ordinary reading, unsupported by any authority, is "That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove I have abandon'd Troy." The commentators have given us four pages to prove, and disprove, the correctness of the modern reading. As new into the world, strange, unacquainted: I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit, AGAM. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make demand. AGAM. Let Diomedes bear him, [Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS. Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent. ULYSS. Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent:- Lay negligent and loose regard upon him: I will come last: "T is like, he 'll question me, Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on him: If so, I have derision medicinable, To use between your strangeness and his pride, So do each lord; and either greet him not, Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more ACHIL. What, comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind, I 'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. AGAM. What says Achilles? would he aught with us? NEST. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? ACHIL. No. ACHIL. Good morrow. AJAX. Ay, and good next day too. ACHIL. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles? To come as humbly as they us'd to creep ACHIL. What, am I poor of late? "T is certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers, Do one pluck down another, and together Die in the fall. But 't is not so with me: At ample point all that I did possess, Save these men's looks: who do, methinks, find out As they have often given. Here is Ulysses; I'll interrupt his reading. How now, Ulysses? ULYSS. Now, great Thetis' son! [Exit AJAX. ACHIL. What are you reading? ULYSS. A strange fellow here ACHIL. This is not strange, Ulysses. (That most pure spirit of sense) behold itself," ] For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell'd, and is married there Where it may see itself: this is not strange at all. It is familiar; but at the author's drift: (Though in and of him there is much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others: Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again; or, like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this; And apprehended here immediately The unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are, 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 heavens, what some men do, How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, How one man eats into another's pride, a The lines in brackets are not in the folio. |