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From falfe to false, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falsehood! when they've faid, as falfe
As air, as water, as wind, as fandy earth;
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf;
Pard to the hind, or ftep-dame to her fon;
Yea, let them fay, to stick the heart of falsehood,
As falfe as Crefid.-

Pan. Go to, a bargain made: feal it, feal it, I'll be the witnefs.- Here I hold your hand; here my coufin's; if ever you prove falfe to one another, fince i have taken fuch pains to bring you together, let all pitiful Goers-between be call'd to the world's end after my name; call them all Pandars: let all constant men be Troilus's, all falfe women Creffida's, and all brokers-between Pandars; fay, Amen.

Troi. Amen!

Cre. Amen!

Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will fhew you a bedchamber; which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, prefs it to death: away.

And Cupid grant all tongue-ty'd maidens here,
Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this Geer!

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the Grecian Camp. Enter Agamemnon, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Neftor, Ajax,

Menelaus and Calchas.

Cal. N Th advantage of the time prompts me aloud
NOW, Princes, for the fervice I have done you,

To call for recompenfe: appear it to you,
That, through the fight I bear in things to come,
I have abandon'd Troy, left my poffeffion,
Incurr'd a traitor's name, expos'd myself,
From certain and poffeft conveniences,
To doubtful fortunes; fequeftred from all
That time, acquaintance, cuftom, and condition,
Made tame and most familiar to my nature:
And here, to do you fervice, am become
As new into the world, ftrange, unacquainted.

I

I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
To give me now a little benefit,

Out of those many regiftred in promife,
Which, you fay, live to come in my behalf.

Aga. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make demand. Cal. You have a Trojan prifoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you (often have you thanks therefore ;) Defir'd my Crefid in right-great exchange, Whom Troy hath ftill deny'd: but this Antenor, I know, is fuch a wreft in their affairs, That their negotiations all must flack, 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 fent, great Princes, And he shall buy my daughter: and her presence Shall quite ftrike off all fervice I have done, In most accepted pain.

Aga. Let Diomedes bear him,

And bring us Creffid hither: Calchas shall have
What he requests of us.
Good Diomede,
Furnish you fairly for this enterchange :
Withal, bring word, if Hector will to morrow
Be anfwer'd in his challenge. Ajax is ready.

Dio. This fhall I undertake, and 'tis a burthen
Which I am proud to bear.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus, before their Tent.
Uiyf. Achilles ftands i'th' entrance of his Tent,
Please it our General to pass ftrangely by him,
As if he were forgot; and, Princes all,
Lay negligent and loofe regard upon him :
I will come laft; 'tis like, he'll question me,
Why fuch unplaufive eyes are bent on him:
If fo, I have decifion medicinable

To ufe between your ftrangeness and his pride,
Which his own will fhall have defire to drink.
It may do good: pride hath no other glass
To fhew itfelf, but pride; for fupple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees.

Aga

Aga. We'll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of ftrangeness as we pass along;
So do each lord; and either greet him not,
Or elfe difdainfully, which shall shake him more
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.

Acbil. What, comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind. I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Aga. What fays Achilles? would he aught with us? Neft. Would you, my lord, aught with the General ? Achil. No.

Neft. Nothing, my lord.

Aga. The better.

Achil. Good day, good day."

Men. How do you? how do you?

Achil. What does the cuckold fcorn me?

Ajax. How now, Patroclus ?:

Achil. Good morrow, Ajax.

Ajax. Ha?

Achil. Good morrow.

Ajax. Ay, and good next day too.

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Achil. What mean thefe fellows? know they not

Achilles?

Patr. They pafs by ftrangely: they were us'd to bend,. To fend their fimiles 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, Greatnefs, once fall'n out with fortune,
Muft fall out with men too: what the declin'd is,
He fhall as foon read in the eyes of others,

As feel in his own Fall: for men, like butterflies,
Shew not their mealy wings but to the fummer;
And not a man, for being fimply 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 flipp'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 fo with me:

Fortune

Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy

At ample point all that I did poffefs,

Save thefe men's looks; who do, methinks, find out
Something in me not worth that rich beholding,.

As they have often giv'n. Here is Ulyffes.

I'll interrupt his reading,

Uly. Now, Thetis' son !

Achil. What are you reading?
Uly. A ftrange fellow here

Now, Ulyffes ?

Writes me, that man, how dearly ever parted,
How much in Having, or without, or in,
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;
As when his virtues fhining upon others
Heat them, 'and they retort that heat again...
To the firft giver.

Achil. This is not ftrange, Ulfes.
The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself
(That moft pure spirit of fenfe) behold itself.
Not going from itself; but eyes oppos'd
Salute each other with each other's form.
For fpeculation turns not to itself,

'Till it hath travell'd, and is marry'd there
Where it may fee its felf; this is not strange..

Ulyf. I do not ftrain at the pofition,

It is familiar; but the author's drift;

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Who, in his circumftance, exprefly proves

That no man is the lord of any thing,

(Tho' in, and of, him there is much confifting)
'Till he communicate. his parts to others;
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught,
'Till he behold them formed in th' applaufe

Where they're extended; which, like an arch, reverb'rates
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
And apprehended here immediately
The unknown Ajax-

in this,

Heav'ns!

Heav'ns! what a man is there? a very horse,

That has he knows not what. Nature! what things there are,

Moft abject in regard, and dear in ufe?

What things again moft dear in the esteem,
And poor in worth? now fhall we fee to morrow
An Act, that very Chance doth throw upon him;
Ajax renown'd! Oh heav'ns, what fome men do,
While fome men leave to do!

How fome men creep in skittish Fortune's hall,
While others play the idiots in her eyes;
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is feafting in his wantonness!
To fee thefe Grecian lords! why ev'n already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,
As if his foot were on brave Hector's breaft,
And great Troy fhrinking.

Achil. This I do believe;

For they paffed by me, as mifers do by beggars,
Neither gave to me good word, nor good look:
What are my deeds forgot?

Ulf. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion:

(A great-fiz'd monster of ingratitudes)

Thofe fcraps are good deeds paft, which are devour'd As faft as they are made, forgot as foon

As done: Perfeverance keeps Honour bright:

To have done, is to hang quite out of fashion,
Like rufty mail in monumental mockery.
For honour travels in a ftraight fo narrow,
Where one but goes abreast? keep then the path;
For Emulation hath a thoufand fons,

That one by one purfue; if you give way,
Or turn aside from the direct forth-right,
Like to an entred tide, they all rush by,
And leave you hindermoft; and there you lye,
Like to a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,
For pavement to the abject near, o'er-run

And trampled on: Then what they do in prefent,
Tho' less than yours in paft, muft o'er top yours.

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