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Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will shame it. So great as our dread father, in a scale
Of common ounces? will you with counters sum Achil. What's the quarrel?
The past-proportion of his infipite ? Ajar. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the tenour | And buckle-in a waist most fathomless, of the proclamation, and he rails upon me.
With spans and inches so diminutive Ther. I serve thee not.
As fears and reasons? fy, for godly shame! Ajax. Well, go to, go to.
Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sharp at Ther. I serve here voluntary.
reasons, Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not | You are so empty of them. Should not our father voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary: Ajax was Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, here the voluntary, and you as under an impress. Because your speech hath none, that tells him so? Ther. Even so?-a great deal of your wit too
Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector
priest, shall have a great catch, if he knock out either of You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your your brains ; 'a were as good crack a fusty nut with no kernel.
You know, an enemy intends you harm; Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?
You know, a sword, employ'd, is perilous, Ther. There's Ulysses and old Nestor,— whose And reason flies the object of all harm: wit was mouldy, ere your grandsires had nails on Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds their toes,--yoke you like draught oxen, and make A Grecian and his sword, if he do set you plough up the wars.
The very wings of reason to his heels; Achil. What, what?
And Ny like chidden Mercury from Jove, Ther. Yes, good sooth; To, Achilles ! to, Ajax! to! Or like a star dis-orb'd?-Nay, if we talk of reason, Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue.
Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood and honour T'her. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thou, afterwards.
thoughts Patr. No more words, Thersites; peace.
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect Ther. I will hold my peace, when Achilles' brach Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. shall I ?
Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she doth cost Achil. There's for you, Patroclus.
The holding Ther. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I Tro.
What is anght, but as 'tis valued ? come any more to your tents; I will keep where Hect. But value dwells not in particular will; there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools. It holds its estimate and dignity
[Exit. As well wherein 'tis precious of itself Patr. A good riddance.
As in the prizer: 'tis mad idolatry, Achil. Marry, this, sir, is proclaimed through all To make the service greater than the god; our host,
And the will dotes, that is attributive That Hector, by the first hour of the sun,
To what infectiously itself affects, Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, Without some image of the affected merit. To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election That hath a stomach; and such a one, that dare Is led on in the conduct of my will; Maintain—I know not what; 'tis trash: Farewell. My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,
Ajar. Farewell. Who shall answer him? Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery; otherwise, of will and judgment: How may I avoid, He knew his man.
Although my will distaste what it elected, Ajax. O, meaning you :-I'll go learn more of The wife I chose ? there can be no evasion it.
(Exeunt. To blench from this, and to stand firm by honour:
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, SCENE II.- Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace.
When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder viands Enter Priam, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and We do not throw in unrespective sieve, HELENUS.
Because we now are full." It was thought meet, Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent, Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: Thas once again says Nestor from the Greeks ; Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; Deliver Helen, and all damage else
The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce, As honour, loss of time, travel, expense,
And did him service: he touch'd the ports desir’d; Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consum'd And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held captive, In hol digestion of this cormorant war,
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and Shall be struck off :-Hector, what say you to't?
freshness Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. tban I,
Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our auni: As far as toucheth my particular, yet,
Is she worth keeping? why, she is a pearl, Dread Priam,
Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships, There is no lady of more softer bowels,
And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants. More spongy to suck in the sense of fear,
If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, More ready to cry out—Who knows what follows ? (AS you mast needs, for you all cry'd-Go, go,) Than Hecior is : The wound of peace is surety, If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, Surety secure; bat modest doubt is call'd
(As you must needs, for you all clapp'd yonr hands The beacon of the wise, the tent, that searches And cry'd-Inestimable!) why do you now To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go: The issue of your proper wisdoms rate; Since the tirst sword was drawn about this question, and do a deed, that fortune never did, Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes, Beggar the estimation which you priz'd Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours : Richer than sea and land? o ibeft most base; If we have lost so many tents of
That we have stolen what we do fear to keep! To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us, But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen, Had it our name, the value of one ten;
That in their country did them that disgrace, What merit's in that reason, which denies
We fear to warrant in our native place!
Cas. (Within.) Cry, Trojans, cry!
What noise? what shriek is this? Weigh you the worth and honour of a king,
Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice.
I am yours,
Cas. (Within.) Cry, Trojans !
Of any true decision. Nature craves, Hect. It is Cassandra.
All dues be render'd to their owners; Now,
Wbat nearer debt in all hamanity,
Than wife is to the busband? if this law
And that great minds, of partial indulgence Hect. Peace, sister, peace.
To their benumbed wills, resist the same; Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled There is a law in each well-order'd nation, elders,
To curb those raging appetites that are Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Most disobedient and refractory: Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes
If Helen then be wife to Sparta's king,--
As it is known she is,-these moral laws
But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go. [Exit. Is this, in way of truth : yet, ne'ertheless,
Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not ihese high | My spritely brethren, I propend to you Of divination in our sister work
(strains In resolution to keep Helen still; Some touches of remorse? or is your blood For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependance So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
Upon our joint and several diguities. Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Tro. Why, there you touch'd the life ofoor design: Can qualify the same?
Were it not glory that we more affected Tro.
Why, brother Hector, Than the performance of our heaving spleens, We may not think the justness of each act
I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood Such and no other than event doth form it; Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector, Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
She is a theme of honour and renown; Because Cassandra's mad: her brain-sick raptures A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds ; Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel,
Whose present courage may beat down our foes,
The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks,
Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits : All fears attending on so dire a project.
I was advertis'd, their great general slept, For what, alas, can these my single arms ?
Whilst emulation in the army crept; What propugnation is in one man's valour, This, I presume, will wake him. [E.reunt. To stand the push and enmity of those This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,
Scene III.-The Grecian Camp. Before Achilles'
Ther. How now, Theraites ? what, lost in the Nor faint in the pursuit.
labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry Pri. Paris, you speak
it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him : 0 worthy Like one besotted on your sweet delights:
satisfaction! 'would, it were otherwise; that I could You have the honey still, but these the gall;
beat him, whilst be railed at me: 'Sfoot, I'll learn So to be valiant is no praise at all.
to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issoe Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself
of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, The pleasures such a beauty brings with it; -a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken till these Bat I would have the soil of her fair rape
two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall Wip'd off, in bonourable keeping her.
of themselves. Othon great thunder-darter of What treason were it to the ransack'd queen,
Olympus, forget that thou art Jove, the king of Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of Now to deliver her possession up
thy Caduceus; if ye take not that little little lessOn terms of base compulsion? Can it be,
than-little wit from them that they have! which That so degenerate a strain as this
short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?
scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly There's not the meanest spirit on our party,
from a spider, without drawing their massy irons, Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw,
and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, whole camp! or, rather, the bone-ache! for that, Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, methinks, is the curse dependant on those that war Where Helen is the sabject : then, I say,
for a placket. I have said my prayers; and devil, Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well, envy, say amen. What, ho! mylord Achilles ! The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
Enter PATROCLUS. Hect. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said well; Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, And on the cause aud question now in band
come in and rail. Have gloz'd,--but superficially ; not much
Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt counterUnlike young men, whom Aristotle thought feit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my conUnfit to bear moral philosophy :
templation : but it is no matter; Thyself upon thyThe reasons, you allege, do more conduce
self! The common curse of mankind, folly and To the hot passion of distemper'd blood,
iguorance, be thine in great revenue ! beaven bless Than to make up a free determination
thee from a tutor, and discipline come pot near thee! 'Twixt right and wrong; for pleasure and revenge Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death! then Have ears more dear than adders to the voice
if she, that lays thee out, says-thou art a fair corse,
I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shrouded courtesy; his logs are legs for necessity, not for any but lazars. Amen. "Where's Achilles ?
flexure. Patr. What, art thou devout! Wast thou in Patr. Achilles bids me say--he is much sorry, Ther. Ay; the heavens hear me! (prayer? | If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Enter ACHILLES.
Did move your greatness, and this noble state,
To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other, Achil. Who's there?
But, for your health and your digestion sake, Patr. Thersites, my lord.
An after-dinner's breath. Achil. Where, where ?-Art thou come! Why,
Hear you, Patroclus:my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served
We are too well acquainted with these answers : thyself into my table so many meals? Come; what's But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Agamemnon?
Cannot outfly our apprehensions. Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ;—then tell me, Much attribute he hath ; and much the reason Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues,Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray Not virtuously on his own part bebeld, thee, what's thyself? Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,
Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; Patroclus, what art thou?
Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him, Patr. Thou mayest tell, that knowest.
We come to speak with him: And you shall not sin, Achil. O tell, tell. Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Agamem- And under-honest; in self-assumption greater,
If you do say we think him over-prond, non commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; I am
Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool.
himself Patr. You rascal!
Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on; Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done. (sites. Disguise the holy strength of their command, Achil. He is a privileged man.-Proceed, Ther And underwrite in an observing kind Ther. Agamemnon is a fool ; Achilles is a fool; His humorous predominance ; yea, watch Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclas is a
His pettish lunes, bis ebbs, bis flows, as if Achil. Derive this; come.
[fool, The passage and whole carriage of this action Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command | Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add, Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of That, if he overhold his price so much, Agamemnon; Thersites is a fool to serve such a
We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive.
Not portable, lie under this report-
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give fices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here?
Before a sleeping giant :- Tell him so. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, NESTOR, DIOME Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently. DES, and AJAX.
[Exil. Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody: -Come
Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, in with me, Thersites.
[Exit. We come to speak with him.-Ulysses, enter. Ther. Here is such patchery, such joggling, and
[Exit Ulysses. such knavery! all the argument is, a cuckold, and
Ajax. What is he more than another? a whore; a good quarrel, to draw emulous factions,
Agam. No more than what he thinks he is. and to bleed to death upon. Now the dry serpigo on
Ajax. Is he so much? Do you not think, he
thinks himself a better man than I am? the subject! and war, and lechery, confound all! [Exit. Agam. No question.
[he is ? Agam. Where is Achilles ?
Ajas. Will you sabsbribe his thought, and say, Patr. Witbiu his tent; bat ill dispos’d, my lord.
Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as Agam. Let it be known to him,
that we are here. valiant, as wise, no less poble, much more gentle, He shent our messengers ; and we lay by
and altogether more tractable. Our appertainments, visiting of him:
Ajax. Why should a man be proud ? How doth Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think
pride grow? I know not wbat pride is. We dare not move the question of our place,
Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your Or know not what we are.
virtue's the fairer. He, that is proud, eats up himPatr. I sball say so to him.
self: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, bis
[Exit. own chronicle ; and whatever praises itself but in Ulyss. We saw him at the opening of his tent;
the deed, devours the deed in the praise. He is not sick.
Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engenAjax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you
dering of toads. may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man ;
Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it pot strange? bat, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why ? let
(Aside.) him shew us a cause.--A word, my lord.
Re-enter ULYSSES. (Takes Agamemnon aside.) Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him?
Agam. What's his excuse? Ulyss. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him.
He doth rely on none; Nest. Who? Thersites?
But carries on the stream of his dispose, Ulyss. He.
Without observance or respect of any, Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he bave lost In will pecoliar and in self-admission. Ulyss. No; yon see, he is his argument, that has
Agam. Why will be not, upon our fair request, his argument; Achilles.
Untent his person, and share the air with us? Nest. All the better; their fraction is more our
Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake wish than their faction: But it was a strong com
[ness; posure, a fool could disunite.
He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatUlyss. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly And speaks not to himself, but with a pride may easily untie. Here comes Patroclus.
That quarrels at self-breath: imagin’d worth
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Re-enter PATROCLUS.
That, 'twixt bis mental and his active parts, Nest. No Achilles with him.
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for ! And batters down himself: What should I say?
He is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Thrice-fam'á, beyond all erudition :
Let Ajax go to him. But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield
To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom, We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes Which like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord, Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor,That bastes his arrogance with his own seam; Instructed by the antiquary times, And never suffers matter of the world
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;-
You should not have the eminence of him,
Ajar. Shall I call you father ?
Nest. Ay, my good son. As amply titled as Achilles is,
Be ruld by him, lord Ajax. By going to Achilles :
Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart That were to enlard his fat-already pride;
To call together all his state of war;
Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, And say in thunder-Achilles, go to him.
We must with all our main of power stand fast: Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. And here's a lord,--come knights from east to west,
(Aside.) And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Dio. And how his silence drinks up tbis applause! Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep:
(Aside.) Light boats sail swist, though greater hulks draw Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm’d fist I'll pash
[Exeunt. Over the face,
ACT III. Agam. o, no, you shall not go.
Scene I.-Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze bis Let me go to him.
Enter PANDARUS and a Servant. Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word : Do not quarrel.
you follow the young lord Paris ? Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow,
Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Nest.
How he describes Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? Himself!
( Aside.) Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord. Ajar. Can he not be sociable?
Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I Ulyss.
The raven must needs praise him. Chides blackness.
(Aside.) Serv. The lord be praised! Ajax.
I will let his humours blood. Pan. You know me, do you not? Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the pa Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially. tient.
(Aside.) Pan. Friend, know me betier; I am the lord Ajax. An all men
Pandarus. Were o'my mind,
Serv. I hope I shall know your honour belter. Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. Pan. I do desire it.
(Aside.) Serv. You are in a state of grace. Ajax. He should not bear it so,
(Music withir.) He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship
Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. (A side.) are my titles:- What music is this?
He'd have ten shares. (Aside.) Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is music in
Serv. Wbolly, sir.
(To Agamemnon.) Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? Nest. O noble general, do not do so.
Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music, Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Pan. Command, I mean, friend. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him Serv. Who shall I command, sir? harm.
Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I Here is a man—But 'tis before his face ;
am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose I will be silent.
request do these men play? Nest.
Wherefore should you so? Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir : Marry, sir, at the He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
request of Paris my lord, who is there in person; Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of Ajar. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus beauty, love's invisible soul,-. with us!
Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? I would, he were a Trojan !
Serv. No, sir, Helen: Could you not find ont Nest.
What a vice
that by her attributes? Were it in Ajax now
Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not Ulyss.
If he were proud ? seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris Dio. Or covetous of praise ?
from the prince Troilus : I will make a complimenUlyss.
Ay, or surly borne ? tal assault upon him, for my business seeths. Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ?
Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet indeed! composure;
Enter Paris and HELEN, attended. Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:
Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair
company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!
Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. Par. You have broke it, cousin : and, by my life, Par. He eats uothing but doves, love ; and that you shall make it whole again ; you shall piece it breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, out with a piece of your performance:—Nell, he is and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is full of harmony:
love. Pan. Truly, lady, no.
Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, Helen. 0, sir,
hot thoughts, and hot deeds ?- Why, they are viPan. Rade, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. pers: Is love a generation of vipers ? Sweet lord, Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits. who's a-field to-day?
Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen : Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?
all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge as out: we'll to-day, but my Nell would not have it so. How hear you sing, certainly.
chance my brother Troilus went not? Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you me.—But (marry) thus, my lord,-My dear lord, kdow all, lord Pandarus. and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.—I long to
Helen. My lord Pandarus ; honey-sweet lord, hear how they sped to-day-You'll remember
Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to :-commends your brother's excuse ? himself most affectionately to you.
Par. To a hair. Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody;
Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. If you do, our melancholy upon your head !
Helen. Commend me to your niece. Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet
Pan. I will, sweet queen.
(A retreat sounded.) Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's sour offence.
[you, Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such To help unarm our Hector : His stubborn backles, words ; no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, with these your white enchanting fingers touch’d, that, if the king call for bim at supper, you will Shall more obey than to the edge of steel, make his excuse.
Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more Helen. My lord Pandarus,
Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector, Pan. What says my sweet queen ?--my very
Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant, very sweet queen?
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have; Pan. What says my sweet queen ?-My cousin | Yea, overshines ourself. will fall out with you. You must not know where Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt, be sups.
SCENE II.-The same. Pandarus' Orchard. Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida.
Enter PANDARUS and a Servant, meeting. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide;
Pan. How now? where's thy master? at my come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse.
cousin Cressida's ?
[thither. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say
Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick.
Enter TROILUS. Par. I spy.
Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Pan. You spy! what do you spy ?-Come, give Tro. Sirrah, walk off.
[Exit Servant. me an instrument. Now, sweet queen.
Pan. Have you seen my cousin ? Helen. Why, this is kindly done.
Tro. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door, Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks, you have, sweet queen. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not Staying for wastage. "O, be thou my Charon,
And give me swift transportance to those fields, my lord Paris.
[twain. Where I may wallow in the lily beds Pan. He! no, she'll none of him ; they two are Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus,
From Capid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, them three. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll And fly with me to Cressid !
Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her sing you a song now.
(Exit. Helen. Ay, ay, pr’ythee now. By my troth, sweet
Tro. I am giddy; expectation wbirls me round. lord, thou hast a line forehead.
The imaginary relish is so sweet,
When that the watry palate tastes indeed us all, 0, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !
Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness,
Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, Pan. In good troth, it begins so:
For the capacity of my ruder powers :
I fear it much; and I do fear besides,
That I shall lose distinction in my joys;
As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The enemy flying
Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die!
you must be witty now. She does so blush, and Yet that, which seems the worind to kill, fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed