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Priams ſix-gated City,<br/> -Dardan and Timbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien,<br/> -And Antenonidus with maſsie Staples<br/> -And correſponſiue and fulfilling Bolts<br/> -Stirre up the Sonnes of Troy.<br/> -Now Expectation tickling skittiſh ſpirits,<br/> -On one and other ſide, Troian and Greeke,<br/> -Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come,<br/> -A Prologue arm’d, but not in confidence<br/> -Of Authors pen, or Actors voyce, but ſuited<br/> -In like conditions, as our Argument,<br/> -To tell you (faire Beholders) that our Play<br/> -Leapes ore the vaunt and firſtlings of those broyles,<br/> -Beginning in the middle. ſtarting thence away,<br/> -To what may be digeſted in a Play:<br/> -Like, or finde fault, do as your pleaſures are,<br/> +In Troy there lyes the Scene: From Iles of Greece<br> +The Princes Orgillous, their high blood chaf’d<br> +Haue to the Port of Athens ſent their ſhippes<br> +Fraught with the miniſters and inſtruments<br> +Of cruell Warre: Sixty and nine that wore<br> +Their Crownets Regall, from th’ Athenian bay<br> +Put forth toward Phrygia, and their vow is made<br> +To ranſacke Troy, within whoſe ſtrong emures<br> +The rauiſh’d Helen, Menelaus Queene,<br> +With wanton Paris sleepes, and that’s the Quarrell.<br> +To Tenedos they come,<br> +And the deepe-drawing Barke do there diſgorge<br> +Their warlike frautage: now on Dardan Plaines<br> +The freſh and yet unbruiſed Greekes do pitch<br> +Their braue Pauillions. Priams ſix-gated City,<br> +Dardan and Timbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien,<br> +And Antenonidus with maſsie Staples<br> +And correſponſiue and fulfilling Bolts<br> +Stirre up the Sonnes of Troy.<br> +Now Expectation tickling skittiſh ſpirits,<br> +On one and other ſide, Troian and Greeke,<br> +Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come,<br> +A Prologue arm’d, but not in confidence<br> +Of Authors pen, or Actors voyce, but ſuited<br> +In like conditions, as our Argument,<br> +To tell you (faire Beholders) that our Play<br> +Leapes ore the vaunt and firſtlings of those broyles,<br> +Beginning in the middle. ſtarting thence away,<br> +To what may be digeſted in a Play:<br> +Like, or finde fault, do as your pleaſures are,<br> Now good, or bad, ’tis but the chance of Warre. </p> @@ -110,10 +107,10 @@ Now good, or bad, ’tis but the chance of Warre. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troylus</i>. Call here my Varlet, Ile vnarme againe.<br/> -Why should I warre without the walls of Troy<br/> -That finde ſuch cruell battell here within?<br/> -Each Troian that is maſter of his heart,<br/> +<i>Troylus</i>. Call here my Varlet, Ile vnarme againe.<br> +Why should I warre without the walls of Troy<br> +That finde ſuch cruell battell here within?<br> +Each Troian that is maſter of his heart,<br> Let him to field, <i>Troylus</i>, alas hath none. </p> @@ -122,11 +119,11 @@ Let him to field, <i>Troylus</i>, alas hath none. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. The Greeks are strong, & and skilful to their ſtrength,<br/> -Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceneſſe Valiant:<br/> -But I am weaker then a womans teare:<br/> -Tamer then ſleepe, fonder then ignorance;<br/> -Leſſe valiant then the Virgin in the night,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. The Greeks are strong, & and skilful to their ſtrength,<br> +Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceneſſe Valiant:<br> +But I am weaker then a womans teare:<br> +Tamer then ſleepe, fonder then ignorance;<br> +Leſſe valiant then the Virgin in the night,<br> And skillneſſe as vnpractis’d Infancie. </p> @@ -163,26 +160,26 @@ you muſt ſtay the cooling too, or you may chance to burne your lips. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Patience herſelfe, what Goddeſſe ere ſhe be,<br/> -Doth leſſer blench at ſufferance, then I doe:<br/> -At <i>Priams</i> Royall Table doe I ſit;<br/> -And when faire <i>Creſſid</i> comes into my thoughts,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Patience herſelfe, what Goddeſſe ere ſhe be,<br> +Doth leſſer blench at ſufferance, then I doe:<br> +At <i>Priams</i> Royall Table doe I ſit;<br> +And when faire <i>Creſſid</i> comes into my thoughts,<br> So (Traitor) then ſhe comes, when ſhe is thence. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. Well:<br/> -She look’d yeſternight fairer, then euer I ſaw her looke,<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. Well:<br> +She look’d yeſternight fairer, then euer I ſaw her looke,<br> Or any woman eſſe. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. I was about to tell thee, when my heart,<br/> -As wedged with a ſigh, would riue in twaine,<br/> -Leaſt <i>Hector</i> or my Father ſhould perceiue me:<br/> -I haue (as when the Sunne doth light a-ſcorne)<br/> -Buried this ſigh, in wrinkle of a ſmile:<br/> -But ſorrow, that is couch’d in ſeeming gladneſſe,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. I was about to tell thee, when my heart,<br> +As wedged with a ſigh, would riue in twaine,<br> +Leaſt <i>Hector</i> or my Father ſhould perceiue me:<br> +I haue (as when the Sunne doth light a-ſcorne)<br> +Buried this ſigh, in wrinkle of a ſmile:<br> +But ſorrow, that is couch’d in ſeeming gladneſſe,<br> Is like that mirth, Fate turnes to ſudden sadneſſe. </p> @@ -195,21 +192,21 @@ had heard her talk yeſterday as I did: I will not dispraiſe your ſiſter </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Oh <i>Pandarus!</i> I tell thee <i>Pandarus;</i><br/> -When I doe tell thee, there my hopes lye drown’d:<br/> -Reply not in how many Fadomes deepe<br/> -They lye indrench’d. I tell thee, I am mad<br/> -In <i>Creſſids</i> loue. Thou anſwer’ſt ſhe is Faire,<br/> -Powr’ſt in the open Vlcer of my heart,<br/> -Her Eyes, her Haire, her Cheeke, her Gate, her Voice,<br/> -Handleſt in thy diſcourſe. O that her Hand<br/> -(In whoſe compariſon, all whites are Inke)<br/> -Writing their owne reproach; to whoſe ſoft ſeizure,<br/> -The Cignets Downe is harſh, and ſpirit of Senſe<br/> -Hard as the palme of Plough-man. This thou tel’ſt me;<br/> -As true thou tel’ſt me when I ſay I loue her:<br/> -But ſaying thus, inſtead of Oyle and Balme,<br/> -Thou lai’ſt in euery gaſh that loue hath giuen me,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Oh <i>Pandarus!</i> I tell thee <i>Pandarus;</i><br> +When I doe tell thee, there my hopes lye drown’d:<br> +Reply not in how many Fadomes deepe<br> +They lye indrench’d. I tell thee, I am mad<br> +In <i>Creſſids</i> loue. Thou anſwer’ſt ſhe is Faire,<br> +Powr’ſt in the open Vlcer of my heart,<br> +Her Eyes, her Haire, her Cheeke, her Gate, her Voice,<br> +Handleſt in thy diſcourſe. O that her Hand<br> +(In whoſe compariſon, all whites are Inke)<br> +Writing their owne reproach; to whoſe ſoft ſeizure,<br> +The Cignets Downe is harſh, and ſpirit of Senſe<br> +Hard as the palme of Plough-man. This thou tel’ſt me;<br> +As true thou tel’ſt me when I ſay I loue her:<br> +But ſaying thus, inſtead of Oyle and Balme,<br> +Thou lai’ſt in euery gaſh that loue hath giuen me,<br> The Knife that made it. </p> @@ -282,21 +279,21 @@ Exit <i>Pand</i>. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Tro</i>. Peace you vngracious Clamors, peace rude ſounds,<br/> -Fooles on both ſides, <i>Helen</i> muſt needs be faire,<br/> -When with your bloud you daily paint her thus.<br/> -I cannot fight vpon this Argument:<br/> -It is too staru’d a ſubiect for my Sword,<br/> -But <i>Pandarus</i>. O Gods! How do you plague me?<br/> -I cannot come to <i>Creſſid</i> but by <i>Pandar</i>,<br/> -And he’s as teachy to be woo’d to woe,<br/> -As ſhe is ſtubborne, chast againſt all ſuite.<br/> -Tell me <i>Apollo</i> for thy <i>Daphnes</i> Loue<br/> -What <i>Creſſid</i> is, what <i>Pandar</i>, and what we:<br/> -Her bed is <i>India</i>, there ſhe lies, a Pearle,<br/> -Between our Ilium, and where ſhee recides<br/> -Let it be cald the wild and wandring flood,<br/> -Our ſelf the Merchant, and this ſayling <i>Pandar</i>,<br/> +<i>Tro</i>. Peace you vngracious Clamors, peace rude ſounds,<br> +Fooles on both ſides, <i>Helen</i> muſt needs be faire,<br> +When with your bloud you daily paint her thus.<br> +I cannot fight vpon this Argument:<br> +It is too staru’d a ſubiect for my Sword,<br> +But <i>Pandarus</i>. O Gods! How do you plague me?<br> +I cannot come to <i>Creſſid</i> but by <i>Pandar</i>,<br> +And he’s as teachy to be woo’d to woe,<br> +As ſhe is ſtubborne, chast againſt all ſuite.<br> +Tell me <i>Apollo</i> for thy <i>Daphnes</i> Loue<br> +What <i>Creſſid</i> is, what <i>Pandar</i>, and what we:<br> +Her bed is <i>India</i>, there ſhe lies, a Pearle,<br> +Between our Ilium, and where ſhee recides<br> +Let it be cald the wild and wandring flood,<br> +Our ſelf the Merchant, and this ſayling <i>Pandar</i>,<br> Our doubtfull hope, our conuoy and our Barke. </p> @@ -305,13 +302,13 @@ Our doubtfull hope, our conuoy and our Barke. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. How now Prince <i>Troylus?</i><br/> +<i>Æne</i>. How now Prince <i>Troylus?</i><br> Wherefore not a field? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Becauſe not there; this womans anſwer ſorts.<br/> -For womaniſh it is to be from thence:<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Becauſe not there; this womans anſwer ſorts.<br> +For womaniſh it is to be from thence:<br> What newes <i>Æneas</i> from the field to day? </p> @@ -328,7 +325,7 @@ What newes <i>Æneas</i> from the field to day? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Let <i>Paris</i> bleed, ’tis but a ſcar to ſcorne,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Let <i>Paris</i> bleed, ’tis but a ſcar to ſcorne,<br> <i>Paris</i> is gor’d with <i>Menelaus</i> horne. </p> @@ -341,7 +338,7 @@ What newes <i>Æneas</i> from the field to day? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Better at home, if would I might were may:<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Better at home, if would I might were may:<br> But to the ſport abroad, are you bound thither? </p> @@ -374,15 +371,15 @@ But to the ſport abroad, are you bound thither? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Man</i>. Vp to the Eaſterne Tower,<br/> -Whoſe height commands as ſubiect all the vaile,<br/> -To ſee the battell: <i>Hector</i> whoſe pacience,<br/> -Is as a Vertue fixt, to day was mou’d.<br/> -He chides <i>Andromache</i> and ſtrooke his Armorer,<br/> -And like as there were husbandry in Warre<br/> -Before the Sunne rose, hee was harneſt lyte,<br/> -And to the field goe’s he; where euery flower<br/> -Did as a Prophet weepe what it foreſaw<br/> +<i>Man</i>. Vp to the Eaſterne Tower,<br> +Whoſe height commands as ſubiect all the vaile,<br> +To ſee the battell: <i>Hector</i> whoſe pacience,<br> +Is as a Vertue fixt, to day was mou’d.<br> +He chides <i>Andromache</i> and ſtrooke his Armorer,<br> +And like as there were husbandry in Warre<br> +Before the Sunne rose, hee was harneſt lyte,<br> +And to the field goe’s he; where euery flower<br> +Did as a Prophet weepe what it foreſaw<br> In <i>Hectors</i> wrath. </p> @@ -391,9 +388,9 @@ In <i>Hectors</i> wrath. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Man</i>. The noiſe goe’s this;<br/> -There is among the Greekes,<br/> -A Lord of Troian blood, Nephew to <i>Hector</i>,<br/> +<i>Man</i>. The noiſe goe’s this;<br> +There is among the Greekes,<br> +A Lord of Troian blood, Nephew to <i>Hector</i>,<br> They call him <i>Aiax</i>. </p> @@ -505,7 +502,7 @@ let them take heede of <i>Troylus;</i> I can tell them that too. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. Who, <i>Troylus?</i><br/> +<i>Pan</i>. Who, <i>Troylus?</i><br> <i>Troylus</i> is the better man of the two. </p> @@ -527,7 +524,7 @@ man if you ſee him? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Then you ſay as I ſay,<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Then you ſay as I ſay,<br> For I am ſure he is not <i>Hector</i>. </p> @@ -637,7 +634,7 @@ higher, is too flaming a praiſe for a good complexion. I had as lieue </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. I ſweare to you,<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. I ſweare to you,<br> I think <i>Hellen</i> loues him better then <i>Paris</i>. </p> @@ -675,7 +672,7 @@ white hand to his clouen chin. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. Why, you know ’tis dimpled,<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. Why, you know ’tis dimpled,<br> I thinke his ſmyling becomes him better then any man in all Phrigia. </p> @@ -696,7 +693,7 @@ I thinke his ſmyling becomes him better then any man in all Phrigia. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. <i>Troylus</i> will ſtand to thee<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. <i>Troylus</i> will ſtand to thee<br> Proofe, if youle prooue it ſo. </p> @@ -787,12 +784,12 @@ the reſt ſo laught, that it paſt. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. So let it now,<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. So let it now,<br> For it has beene a great while going by. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. Well, Cozen,<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. Well, Cozen,<br> I told you a thing yeſterday, think on’t. </p> @@ -1052,26 +1049,26 @@ well, good niece. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. Ay, a token from Troylus.<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. Ay, a token from Troylus.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. By the same token, you are a bawd.<br/> -Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love’s full sacrifice,<br/> -He offers in another’s enterprise;<br/> -But more in Troylus thousand-fold I see<br/> -Than in the glass of Pandar’s praise may be,<br/> -Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:<br/> -Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing.<br/> -That she belov’d knows nought that knows not this:<br/> -Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is.<br/> -That she was never yet that ever knew<br/> -Love got so sweet as when desire did sue;<br/> -Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:<br/> -Achievement is command; ungain’d, beseech.<br/> -Then though my heart’s content firm love doth bear,<br/> -Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. By the same token, you are a bawd.<br> +Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love’s full sacrifice,<br> +He offers in another’s enterprise;<br> +But more in Troylus thousand-fold I see<br> +Than in the glass of Pandar’s praise may be,<br> +Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:<br> +Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing.<br> +That she belov’d knows nought that knows not this:<br> +Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is.<br> +That she was never yet that ever knew<br> +Love got so sweet as when desire did sue;<br> +Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:<br> +Achievement is command; ungain’d, beseech.<br> +Then though my heart’s content firm love doth bear,<br> +Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.<br> Exit </p> @@ -1080,249 +1077,249 @@ Sennet. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Vlyſſes, Diomedes, Menelaus, and others </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Princes,<br/> -What grief hath set these jaundies o’er your cheeks?<br/> -The ample proposition that hope makes<br/> -In all designs begun on earth below<br/> -Fails in the promis’d largeness; checks and disasters<br/> -Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d,<br/> -As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,<br/> -Infects the sound pine, and diverts his grain<br/> -Tortive and errant from his course of growth.<br/> -Nor, princes, is it matter new to us<br/> -That we come short of our suppose so far<br/> -That after seven years’ siege yet Troy walls stand;<br/> -Sith every action that hath gone before,<br/> -Whereof we have record, trial did draw<br/> -Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,<br/> -And that unbodied figure of the thought<br/> -That gave’t surmised shape. Why then, you princes,<br/> -Do you with cheeks abash’d behold our works<br/> -And call them shames, which are, indeed, nought else<br/> -But the protractive trials of great Jove<br/> -To find persistive constancy in men;<br/> -The fineness of which metal is not found<br/> -In fortune’s love? For then the bold and coward,<br/> -The wise and fool, the artist and unread,<br/> -The hard and soft, seem all affin’d and kin.<br/> -But in the wind and tempest of her frown<br/> -Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,<br/> -Puffing at all, winnows the light away;<br/> -And what hath mass or matter by itself<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Princes,<br> +What grief hath set these jaundies o’er your cheeks?<br> +The ample proposition that hope makes<br> +In all designs begun on earth below<br> +Fails in the promis’d largeness; checks and disasters<br> +Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d,<br> +As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,<br> +Infects the sound pine, and diverts his grain<br> +Tortive and errant from his course of growth.<br> +Nor, princes, is it matter new to us<br> +That we come short of our suppose so far<br> +That after seven years’ siege yet Troy walls stand;<br> +Sith every action that hath gone before,<br> +Whereof we have record, trial did draw<br> +Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,<br> +And that unbodied figure of the thought<br> +That gave’t surmised shape. Why then, you princes,<br> +Do you with cheeks abash’d behold our works<br> +And call them shames, which are, indeed, nought else<br> +But the protractive trials of great Jove<br> +To find persistive constancy in men;<br> +The fineness of which metal is not found<br> +In fortune’s love? For then the bold and coward,<br> +The wise and fool, the artist and unread,<br> +The hard and soft, seem all affin’d and kin.<br> +But in the wind and tempest of her frown<br> +Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,<br> +Puffing at all, winnows the light away;<br> +And what hath mass or matter by itself<br> Lies rich in virtue and unmingled. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. With due observance of thy godlike seat,<br/> -Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply<br/> -Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance<br/> -Lies the true proof of men. The sea being smooth,<br/> -How many shallow bauble boats dare sail<br/> -Upon her patient breast, making their way<br/> -With those of nobler bulk!<br/> -But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage<br/> -The gentle Thetis, and anon behold<br/> -The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut,<br/> -Bounding between the two moist elements<br/> -Like Perseus’ horse. Where’s then the saucy boat,<br/> -Whose weak untimber’d sides but even now<br/> -Co-rivall’d greatness? Either to harbour fled<br/> -Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so<br/> -Doth valour’s show and valour’s worth divide<br/> -In storms of fortune; for in her ray and brightness<br/> -The herd hath more annoyance by the breeze<br/> -Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind<br/> -Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,<br/> -And flies fled under shade-why, then the thing of courage<br/> -As rous’d with rage, with rage doth sympathise,<br/> -And with an accent tun’d in self-same key<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. With due observance of thy godlike seat,<br> +Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply<br> +Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance<br> +Lies the true proof of men. The sea being smooth,<br> +How many shallow bauble boats dare sail<br> +Upon her patient breast, making their way<br> +With those of nobler bulk!<br> +But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage<br> +The gentle Thetis, and anon behold<br> +The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut,<br> +Bounding between the two moist elements<br> +Like Perseus’ horse. Where’s then the saucy boat,<br> +Whose weak untimber’d sides but even now<br> +Co-rivall’d greatness? Either to harbour fled<br> +Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so<br> +Doth valour’s show and valour’s worth divide<br> +In storms of fortune; for in her ray and brightness<br> +The herd hath more annoyance by the breeze<br> +Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind<br> +Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,<br> +And flies fled under shade-why, then the thing of courage<br> +As rous’d with rage, with rage doth sympathise,<br> +And with an accent tun’d in self-same key<br> Retorts to chiding fortune. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Agamemnon,<br/> -Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,<br/> -Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit<br/> -In whom the tempers and the minds of all<br/> -Should be shut up-hear what Vlyſſes speaks.<br/> -Besides the applause and approbation<br/> -The which, [To Agamemnon] most mighty, for thy place and sway,<br/> -[To Nestor] And, thou most reverend, for thy stretch’d-out life,<br/> -I give to both your speeches- which were such<br/> -As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece<br/> -Should hold up high in brass; and such again<br/> -As venerable Nestor, hatch’d in silver,<br/> -Should with a bond of air, strong as the axle-tree<br/> -On which heaven rides, knit all the Greekish ears<br/> -To his experienc’d tongue-yet let it please both,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Agamemnon,<br> +Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,<br> +Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit<br> +In whom the tempers and the minds of all<br> +Should be shut up-hear what Vlyſſes speaks.<br> +Besides the applause and approbation<br> +The which, [To Agamemnon] most mighty, for thy place and sway,<br> +[To Nestor] And, thou most reverend, for thy stretch’d-out life,<br> +I give to both your speeches- which were such<br> +As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece<br> +Should hold up high in brass; and such again<br> +As venerable Nestor, hatch’d in silver,<br> +Should with a bond of air, strong as the axle-tree<br> +On which heaven rides, knit all the Greekish ears<br> +To his experienc’d tongue-yet let it please both,<br> Thou great, and wise, to hear Vlyſſes speak. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Speak, Prince of Ithaca; and be’t of less expect<br/> -That matter needless, of importless burden,<br/> -Divide thy lips than we are confident,<br/> -When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws,<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Speak, Prince of Ithaca; and be’t of less expect<br> +That matter needless, of importless burden,<br> +Divide thy lips than we are confident,<br> +When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws,<br> We shall hear music, wit, and oracle. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,<br/> -And the great Hector’s sword had lack’d a master,<br/> -But for these instances:<br/> -The specialty of rule hath been neglected;<br/> -And look how many Grecian tents do stand<br/> -Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.<br/> -When that the general is not like the hive,<br/> -To whom the foragers shall all repair,<br/> -What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,<br/> -Th’ unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.<br/> -The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,<br/> -Observe degree, priority, and place,<br/> -Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,<br/> -Office, and custom, in all line of order;<br/> -And therefore is the glorious planet Sol<br/> -In noble eminence enthron’d and spher’d<br/> -Amidst the other, whose med’cinable eye<br/> -Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,<br/> -And posts, like the commandment of a king,<br/> -Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets<br/> -In evil mixture to disorder wander,<br/> -What plagues and what portents, what mutiny,<br/> -What raging of the sea, shaking of earth,<br/> -Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors,<br/> -Divert and crack, rend and deracinate,<br/> -The unity and married calm of states<br/> -Quite from their fixture! O, when degree is shak’d,<br/> -Which is the ladder of all high designs,<br/> -The enterprise is sick! How could communities,<br/> -Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,<br/> -Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,<br/> -The primogenity and due of birth,<br/> -Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,<br/> -But by degree, stand in authentic place?<br/> -Take but degree away, untune that string,<br/> -And hark what discord follows! Each thing melts<br/> -In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters<br/> -Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores,<br/> -And make a sop of all this solid globe;<br/> -Strength should be lord of imbecility,<br/> -And the rude son should strike his father dead;<br/> -Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong-<br/> -Between whose endless jar justice resides-<br/> -Should lose their names, and so should justice too.<br/> -Then everything includes itself in power,<br/> -Power into will, will into appetite;<br/> -And appetite, an universal wolf,<br/> -So doubly seconded with will and power,<br/> -Must make perforce an universal prey,<br/> -And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,<br/> -This chaos, when degree is suffocate,<br/> -Follows the choking.<br/> -And this neglection of degree it is<br/> -That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose<br/> -It hath to climb. The general’s disdain’d<br/> -By him one step below, he by the next,<br/> -That next by him beneath; so ever step,<br/> -Exampl’d by the first pace that is sick<br/> -Of his superior, grows to an envious fever<br/> -Of pale and bloodless emulation.<br/> -And ’tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,<br/> -Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,<br> +And the great Hector’s sword had lack’d a master,<br> +But for these instances:<br> +The specialty of rule hath been neglected;<br> +And look how many Grecian tents do stand<br> +Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.<br> +When that the general is not like the hive,<br> +To whom the foragers shall all repair,<br> +What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,<br> +Th’ unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.<br> +The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,<br> +Observe degree, priority, and place,<br> +Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,<br> +Office, and custom, in all line of order;<br> +And therefore is the glorious planet Sol<br> +In noble eminence enthron’d and spher’d<br> +Amidst the other, whose med’cinable eye<br> +Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,<br> +And posts, like the commandment of a king,<br> +Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets<br> +In evil mixture to disorder wander,<br> +What plagues and what portents, what mutiny,<br> +What raging of the sea, shaking of earth,<br> +Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors,<br> +Divert and crack, rend and deracinate,<br> +The unity and married calm of states<br> +Quite from their fixture! O, when degree is shak’d,<br> +Which is the ladder of all high designs,<br> +The enterprise is sick! How could communities,<br> +Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,<br> +Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,<br> +The primogenity and due of birth,<br> +Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,<br> +But by degree, stand in authentic place?<br> +Take but degree away, untune that string,<br> +And hark what discord follows! Each thing melts<br> +In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters<br> +Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores,<br> +And make a sop of all this solid globe;<br> +Strength should be lord of imbecility,<br> +And the rude son should strike his father dead;<br> +Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong-<br> +Between whose endless jar justice resides-<br> +Should lose their names, and so should justice too.<br> +Then everything includes itself in power,<br> +Power into will, will into appetite;<br> +And appetite, an universal wolf,<br> +So doubly seconded with will and power,<br> +Must make perforce an universal prey,<br> +And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,<br> +This chaos, when degree is suffocate,<br> +Follows the choking.<br> +And this neglection of degree it is<br> +That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose<br> +It hath to climb. The general’s disdain’d<br> +By him one step below, he by the next,<br> +That next by him beneath; so ever step,<br> +Exampl’d by the first pace that is sick<br> +Of his superior, grows to an envious fever<br> +Of pale and bloodless emulation.<br> +And ’tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,<br> +Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,<br> Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. Most wisely hath Vlyſſes here discover’d<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. Most wisely hath Vlyſſes here discover’d<br> The fever whereof all our power is sick. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. The nature of the sickness found, Vlyſſes,<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. The nature of the sickness found, Vlyſſes,<br> What is the remedy? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns<br/> -The sinew and the forehand of our host,<br/> -Having his ear full of his airy fame,<br/> -Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent<br/> -Lies mocking our designs; with him Patroclus<br/> -Upon a lazy bed the livelong day<br/> -Breaks scurril jests;<br/> -And with ridiculous and awkward action-<br/> -Which, slanderer, he imitation calls-<br/> -He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,<br/> -Thy topless deputation he puts on;<br/> -And like a strutting player whose conceit<br/> -Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich<br/> -To hear the wooden dialogue and sound<br/> -’Twixt his stretch’d footing and the scaffoldage-<br/> -Such to-be-pitied and o’er-wrested seeming<br/> -He acts thy greatness in; and when he speaks<br/> -’Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquar’d,<br/> -Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp’d,<br/> -Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff<br/> -The large Achilles, on his press’d bed lolling,<br/> -From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause;<br/> -Cries ‘Excellent! ’tis Agamemnon just.<br/> -Now play me Nestor; hem, and stroke thy beard,<br/> -As he being drest to some oration.’<br/> -That’s done-as near as the extremest ends<br/> -Of parallels, as like Vulcan and his wife;<br/> -Yet god Achilles still cries ‘Excellent!<br/> -’Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus,<br/> -Arming to answer in a night alarm.’<br/> -And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age<br/> -Must be the scene of mirth: to cough and spit<br/> -And, with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,<br/> -Shake in and out the rivet. And at this sport<br/> -Sir Valour dies; cries ‘O, enough, Patroclus;<br/> -Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all<br/> -In pleasure of my spleen.’ And in this fashion<br/> -All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,<br/> -Severals and generals of grace exact,<br/> -Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,<br/> -Excitements to the field or speech for truce,<br/> -Success or loss, what is or is not, serves<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns<br> +The sinew and the forehand of our host,<br> +Having his ear full of his airy fame,<br> +Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent<br> +Lies mocking our designs; with him Patroclus<br> +Upon a lazy bed the livelong day<br> +Breaks scurril jests;<br> +And with ridiculous and awkward action-<br> +Which, slanderer, he imitation calls-<br> +He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,<br> +Thy topless deputation he puts on;<br> +And like a strutting player whose conceit<br> +Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich<br> +To hear the wooden dialogue and sound<br> +’Twixt his stretch’d footing and the scaffoldage-<br> +Such to-be-pitied and o’er-wrested seeming<br> +He acts thy greatness in; and when he speaks<br> +’Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquar’d,<br> +Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp’d,<br> +Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff<br> +The large Achilles, on his press’d bed lolling,<br> +From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause;<br> +Cries ‘Excellent! ’tis Agamemnon just.<br> +Now play me Nestor; hem, and stroke thy beard,<br> +As he being drest to some oration.’<br> +That’s done-as near as the extremest ends<br> +Of parallels, as like Vulcan and his wife;<br> +Yet god Achilles still cries ‘Excellent!<br> +’Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus,<br> +Arming to answer in a night alarm.’<br> +And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age<br> +Must be the scene of mirth: to cough and spit<br> +And, with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,<br> +Shake in and out the rivet. And at this sport<br> +Sir Valour dies; cries ‘O, enough, Patroclus;<br> +Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all<br> +In pleasure of my spleen.’ And in this fashion<br> +All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,<br> +Severals and generals of grace exact,<br> +Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,<br> +Excitements to the field or speech for truce,<br> +Success or loss, what is or is not, serves<br> As stuff for these two to make paradoxes. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. And in the imitation of these twain-<br/> -Who, as Vlyſſes says, opinion crowns<br/> -With an imperial voice-many are infect.<br/> -Aiax is grown self-will’d and bears his head<br/> -In such a rein, in full as proud a place<br/> -As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;<br/> -Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war<br/> -Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites,<br/> -A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint,<br/> -To match us in comparisons with dirt,<br/> -To weaken and discredit our exposure,<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. And in the imitation of these twain-<br> +Who, as Vlyſſes says, opinion crowns<br> +With an imperial voice-many are infect.<br> +Aiax is grown self-will’d and bears his head<br> +In such a rein, in full as proud a place<br> +As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;<br> +Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war<br> +Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites,<br> +A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint,<br> +To match us in comparisons with dirt,<br> +To weaken and discredit our exposure,<br> How rank soever rounded in with danger. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. They tax our policy and call it cowardice,<br/> -Count wisdom as no member of the war,<br/> -Forestall prescience, and esteem no act<br/> -But that of hand. The still and mental parts<br/> -That do contrive how many hands shall strike<br/> -When fitness calls them on, and know, by measure<br/> -Of their observant toil, the enemies’ weight-<br/> -Why, this hath not a finger’s dignity:<br/> -They call this bed-work, mapp’ry, closet-war;<br/> -So that the ram that batters down the wall,<br/> -For the great swinge and rudeness of his poise,<br/> -They place before his hand that made the engine,<br/> -Or those that with the fineness of their souls<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. They tax our policy and call it cowardice,<br> +Count wisdom as no member of the war,<br> +Forestall prescience, and esteem no act<br> +But that of hand. The still and mental parts<br> +That do contrive how many hands shall strike<br> +When fitness calls them on, and know, by measure<br> +Of their observant toil, the enemies’ weight-<br> +Why, this hath not a finger’s dignity:<br> +They call this bed-work, mapp’ry, closet-war;<br> +So that the ram that batters down the wall,<br> +For the great swinge and rudeness of his poise,<br> +They place before his hand that made the engine,<br> +Or those that with the fineness of their souls<br> By reason guide his execution. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. Let this be granted, and Achilles’ horse<br/> -Makes many Thetis’ sons.<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. Let this be granted, and Achilles’ horse<br> +Makes many Thetis’ sons.<br> [Tucket] </p> @@ -1351,19 +1348,19 @@ Enter Æneas </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. May one that is a herald and a prince<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. May one that is a herald and a prince<br> Do a fair message to his kingly eyes? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. With surety stronger than Achilles’ an<br/> -Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. With surety stronger than Achilles’ an<br> +Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice<br> Call Agamemnon head and general. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Fair leave and large security. How may<br/> -A stranger to those most imperial looks<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Fair leave and large security. How may<br> +A stranger to those most imperial looks<br> Know them from eyes of other mortals? </p> @@ -1372,30 +1369,30 @@ Know them from eyes of other mortals? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Ay;<br/> -I ask, that I might waken reverence,<br/> -And bid the cheek be ready with a blush<br/> -Modest as Morning when she coldly eyes<br/> -The youthful Phoebus.<br/> -Which is that god in office, guiding men?<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Ay;<br> +I ask, that I might waken reverence,<br> +And bid the cheek be ready with a blush<br> +Modest as Morning when she coldly eyes<br> +The youthful Phoebus.<br> +Which is that god in office, guiding men?<br> Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. This Troian scorns us, or the men of Troy<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. This Troian scorns us, or the men of Troy<br> Are ceremonious courtiers. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d,<br/> -As bending angels; that’s their fame in peace.<br/> -But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,<br/> -Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove’s accord,<br/> -Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas,<br/> -Peace, Troian; lay thy finger on thy lips.<br/> -The worthiness of praise distains his worth,<br/> -If that the prais’d himself bring the praise forth;<br/> -But what the repining enemy commends,<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d,<br> +As bending angels; that’s their fame in peace.<br> +But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,<br> +Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove’s accord,<br> +Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas,<br> +Peace, Troian; lay thy finger on thy lips.<br> +The worthiness of praise distains his worth,<br> +If that the prais’d himself bring the praise forth;<br> +But what the repining enemy commends,<br> That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. </p> @@ -1420,72 +1417,72 @@ That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper with him;<br/> -I bring a trumpet to awake his ear,<br/> -To set his sense on the attentive bent,<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper with him;<br> +I bring a trumpet to awake his ear,<br> +To set his sense on the attentive bent,<br> And then to speak. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Speak frankly as the wind;<br/> -It is not Agamemnon’s sleeping hour.<br/> -That thou shalt know, Troian, he is awake,<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Speak frankly as the wind;<br> +It is not Agamemnon’s sleeping hour.<br> +That thou shalt know, Troian, he is awake,<br> He tells thee so himself. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Trumpet, blow loud,<br/> -Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;<br/> -And every Greek of mettle, let him know<br/> -What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.<br/> -[Sound trumpet]<br/> -We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy<br/> -A prince called Hector-Priam is his father-<br/> -Who in this dull and long-continued truce<br/> -Is resty grown; he bade me take a trumpet<br/> -And to this purpose speak: Kings, princes, lords!<br/> -If there be one among the fair’st of Greece<br/> -That holds his honour higher than his ease,<br/> -That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril,<br/> -That knows his valour and knows not his fear,<br/> -That loves his mistress more than in confession<br/> -With truant vows to her own lips he loves,<br/> -And dare avow her beauty and her worth<br/> -In other arms than hers-to him this challenge.<br/> -Hector, in view of Troians and of Greeks,<br/> -Shall make it good or do his best to do it:<br/> -He hath a lady wiser, fairer, truer,<br/> -Than ever Greek did couple in his arms;<br/> -And will to-morrow with his trumpet call<br/> -Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy<br/> -To rouse a Grecian that is true in love.<br/> -If any come, Hector shall honour him;<br/> -If none, he’ll say in Troy, when he retires,<br/> -The Grecian dames are sunburnt and not worth<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Trumpet, blow loud,<br> +Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;<br> +And every Greek of mettle, let him know<br> +What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.<br> +[Sound trumpet]<br> +We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy<br> +A prince called Hector-Priam is his father-<br> +Who in this dull and long-continued truce<br> +Is resty grown; he bade me take a trumpet<br> +And to this purpose speak: Kings, princes, lords!<br> +If there be one among the fair’st of Greece<br> +That holds his honour higher than his ease,<br> +That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril,<br> +That knows his valour and knows not his fear,<br> +That loves his mistress more than in confession<br> +With truant vows to her own lips he loves,<br> +And dare avow her beauty and her worth<br> +In other arms than hers-to him this challenge.<br> +Hector, in view of Troians and of Greeks,<br> +Shall make it good or do his best to do it:<br> +He hath a lady wiser, fairer, truer,<br> +Than ever Greek did couple in his arms;<br> +And will to-morrow with his trumpet call<br> +Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy<br> +To rouse a Grecian that is true in love.<br> +If any come, Hector shall honour him;<br> +If none, he’ll say in Troy, when he retires,<br> +The Grecian dames are sunburnt and not worth<br> The splinter of a lance. Even so much. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. This shall be told our lovers, Lord Æneas.<br/> -If none of them have soul in such a kind,<br/> -We left them all at home. But we are soldiers;<br/> -And may that soldier a mere recreant prove<br/> -That means not, hath not, or is not in love.<br/> -If then one is, or hath, or means to be,<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. This shall be told our lovers, Lord Æneas.<br> +If none of them have soul in such a kind,<br> +We left them all at home. But we are soldiers;<br> +And may that soldier a mere recreant prove<br> +That means not, hath not, or is not in love.<br> +If then one is, or hath, or means to be,<br> That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man<br/> -When Hector’s grandsire suck’d. He is old now;<br/> -But if there be not in our Grecian mould<br/> -One noble man that hath one spark of fire<br/> -To answer for his love, tell him from me<br/> -I’ll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver,<br/> -And in my vantbrace put this wither’d brawn,<br/> -And, meeting him, will tell him that my lady<br/> -Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste<br/> -As may be in the world. His youth in flood,<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man<br> +When Hector’s grandsire suck’d. He is old now;<br> +But if there be not in our Grecian mould<br> +One noble man that hath one spark of fire<br> +To answer for his love, tell him from me<br> +I’ll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver,<br> +And in my vantbrace put this wither’d brawn,<br> +And, meeting him, will tell him that my lady<br> +Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste<br> +As may be in the world. His youth in flood,<br> I’ll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. </p> @@ -1498,12 +1495,12 @@ I’ll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Fair Lord Æneas, let me touch your hand;<br/> -To our pavilion shall I lead you, first.<br/> -Achilles shall have word of this intent;<br/> -So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent.<br/> -Yourself shall feast with us before you go,<br/> -And find the welcome of a noble foe.<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Fair Lord Æneas, let me touch your hand;<br> +To our pavilion shall I lead you, first.<br> +Achilles shall have word of this intent;<br> +So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent.<br> +Yourself shall feast with us before you go,<br> +And find the welcome of a noble foe.<br> Exeunt all but Vlyſſes and Nestor Vlyſſes. Nestor! </p> @@ -1512,7 +1509,7 @@ Exeunt all but Vlyſſes and Nestor Vlyſſes. Nestor! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. I have a young conception in my brain;<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. I have a young conception in my brain;<br> Be you my time to bring it to some shape. </p> @@ -1521,11 +1518,11 @@ Be you my time to bring it to some shape. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. This ’tis:<br/> -Blunt wedges rive hard knots. The seeded pride<br/> -That hath to this maturity blown up<br/> -In rank Achilles must or now be cropp’d<br/> -Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. This ’tis:<br> +Blunt wedges rive hard knots. The seeded pride<br> +That hath to this maturity blown up<br> +In rank Achilles must or now be cropp’d<br> +Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil<br> To overbulk us all. </p> @@ -1534,19 +1531,19 @@ To overbulk us all. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends,<br/> -However it is spread in general name,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends,<br> +However it is spread in general name,<br> Relates in purpose only to Achilles. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. True. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance<br/> -Whose grossness little characters sum up;<br/> -And, in the publication, make no strain<br/> -But that Achilles, were his brain as barren<br/> -As banks of Libya-though, Apollo knows,<br/> -’Tis dry enough-will with great speed of judgement,<br/> -Ay, with celerity, find Hector’s purpose<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. True. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance<br> +Whose grossness little characters sum up;<br> +And, in the publication, make no strain<br> +But that Achilles, were his brain as barren<br> +As banks of Libya-though, Apollo knows,<br> +’Tis dry enough-will with great speed of judgement,<br> +Ay, with celerity, find Hector’s purpose<br> Pointing on him. </p> @@ -1555,41 +1552,41 @@ Pointing on him. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. Why, ’tis most meet. Who may you else oppose<br/> -That can from Hector bring those honours off,<br/> -If not Achilles? Though ’t be a sportful combat,<br/> -Yet in this trial much opinion dwells;<br/> -For here the Troians taste our dear’st repute<br/> -With their fin’st palate; and trust to me, Vlyſſes,<br/> -Our imputation shall be oddly pois’d<br/> -In this vile action; for the success,<br/> -Although particular, shall give a scantling<br/> -Of good or bad unto the general;<br/> -And in such indexes, although small pricks<br/> -To their subsequent volumes, there is seen<br/> -The baby figure of the giant mas<br/> -Of things to come at large. It is suppos’d<br/> -He that meets Hector issues from our choice;<br/> -And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,<br/> -Makes merit her election, and doth boil,<br/> -As ’twere from forth us all, a man distill’d<br/> -Out of our virtues; who miscarrying,<br/> -What heart receives from hence a conquering part,<br/> -To steel a strong opinion to themselves?<br/> -Which entertain’d, limbs are his instruments,<br/> -In no less working than are swords and bows<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. Why, ’tis most meet. Who may you else oppose<br> +That can from Hector bring those honours off,<br> +If not Achilles? Though ’t be a sportful combat,<br> +Yet in this trial much opinion dwells;<br> +For here the Troians taste our dear’st repute<br> +With their fin’st palate; and trust to me, Vlyſſes,<br> +Our imputation shall be oddly pois’d<br> +In this vile action; for the success,<br> +Although particular, shall give a scantling<br> +Of good or bad unto the general;<br> +And in such indexes, although small pricks<br> +To their subsequent volumes, there is seen<br> +The baby figure of the giant mas<br> +Of things to come at large. It is suppos’d<br> +He that meets Hector issues from our choice;<br> +And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,<br> +Makes merit her election, and doth boil,<br> +As ’twere from forth us all, a man distill’d<br> +Out of our virtues; who miscarrying,<br> +What heart receives from hence a conquering part,<br> +To steel a strong opinion to themselves?<br> +Which entertain’d, limbs are his instruments,<br> +In no less working than are swords and bows<br> Directive by the limbs. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Give pardon to my speech.<br/> -Therefore ’tis meet Achilles meet not Hector.<br/> -Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares<br/> -And think perchance they’ll sell; if not, the lustre<br/> -Of the better yet to show shall show the better,<br/> -By showing the worst first. Do not consent<br/> -That ever Hector and Achilles meet;<br/> -For both our honour and our shame in this<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Give pardon to my speech.<br> +Therefore ’tis meet Achilles meet not Hector.<br> +Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares<br> +And think perchance they’ll sell; if not, the lustre<br> +Of the better yet to show shall show the better,<br> +By showing the worst first. Do not consent<br> +That ever Hector and Achilles meet;<br> +For both our honour and our shame in this<br> Are dogg’d with two strange followers. </p> @@ -1598,34 +1595,34 @@ Are dogg’d with two strange followers. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,<br/> -Were he not proud, we all should wear with him;<br/> -But he already is too insolent;<br/> -And it were better parch in Afric sun<br/> -Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,<br/> -Should he scape Hector fair. If he were foil’d,<br/> -Why, then we do our main opinion crush<br/> -In taint of our best man. No, make a lott’ry;<br/> -And, by device, let blockish Aiax draw<br/> -The sort to fight with Hector. Among ourselves<br/> -Give him allowance for the better man;<br/> -For that will physic the great Myrmidon,<br/> -Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall<br/> -His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends.<br/> -If the dull brainless Aiax come safe off,<br/> -We’ll dress him up in voices; if he fail,<br/> -Yet go we under our opinion still<br/> -That we have better men. But, hit or miss,<br/> -Our project’s life this shape of sense assumes-<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,<br> +Were he not proud, we all should wear with him;<br> +But he already is too insolent;<br> +And it were better parch in Afric sun<br> +Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,<br> +Should he scape Hector fair. If he were foil’d,<br> +Why, then we do our main opinion crush<br> +In taint of our best man. No, make a lott’ry;<br> +And, by device, let blockish Aiax draw<br> +The sort to fight with Hector. Among ourselves<br> +Give him allowance for the better man;<br> +For that will physic the great Myrmidon,<br> +Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall<br> +His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends.<br> +If the dull brainless Aiax come safe off,<br> +We’ll dress him up in voices; if he fail,<br> +Yet go we under our opinion still<br> +That we have better men. But, hit or miss,<br> +Our project’s life this shape of sense assumes-<br> Aiax employ’d plucks down Achilles’ plumes. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. Now, Vlyſſes, I begin to relish thy advice;<br/> -And I will give a taste thereof forthwith<br/> -To Agamemnon. Go we to him straight.<br/> -Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone<br/> -Must tarre the mastiffs on, as ’twere their bone.<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. Now, Vlyſſes, I begin to relish thy advice;<br> +And I will give a taste thereof forthwith<br> +To Agamemnon. Go we to him straight.<br> +Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone<br> +Must tarre the mastiffs on, as ’twere their bone.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -1659,7 +1656,7 @@ not that a botchy core? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. Thou bitch-wolf’s son, canst thou not hear? Feel, then.<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. Thou bitch-wolf’s son, canst thou not hear? Feel, then.<br> [Strikes him] </p> @@ -1772,7 +1769,7 @@ Enter Achilles and Patroclus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Why, how now, Aiax! Wherefore do you thus?<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Why, how now, Aiax! Wherefore do you thus?<br> How now, Thersites! What’s the matter, man? </p> @@ -1956,11 +1953,11 @@ Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Marry, this, sir, is proclaim’d through all our host,<br/> -That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,<br/> -Will with a trumpet ’twixt our tents and Troy,<br/> -To-morrow morning, call some knight to arms<br/> -That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Marry, this, sir, is proclaim’d through all our host,<br> +That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun,<br> +Will with a trumpet ’twixt our tents and Troy,<br> +To-morrow morning, call some knight to arms<br> +That hath a stomach; and such a one that dare<br> Maintain I know not what; ’tis trash. Farewell. </p> @@ -1973,7 +1970,7 @@ Maintain I know not what; ’tis trash. Farewell. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. O, meaning you! I will go learn more of it.<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. O, meaning you! I will go learn more of it.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -1982,73 +1979,73 @@ Enter Priam, Hector, Troylus, Paris, and Hellenus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pri</i>. After so many hours, lives, speeches, spent,<br/> -Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks:<br/> -‘Deliver Helen, and all damage else-<br/> -As honour, loss of time, travail, expense,<br/> -Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consum’d<br/> -In hot digestion of this cormorant war-<br/> +<i>Pri</i>. After so many hours, lives, speeches, spent,<br> +Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks:<br> +‘Deliver Helen, and all damage else-<br> +As honour, loss of time, travail, expense,<br> +Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is consum’d<br> +In hot digestion of this cormorant war-<br> Shall be struck off.’ Hector, what say you to’t? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I,<br/> -As far as toucheth my particular,<br/> -Yet, dread Priam,<br/> -There is no lady of more softer bowels,<br/> -More spongy to suck in the sense of fear,<br/> -More ready to cry out ‘Who knows what follows?’<br/> -Than Hector is. The wound of peace is surety,<br/> -Surety secure; but modest doubt is call’d<br/> -The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches<br/> -To th’ bottom of the worst. Let Helen go.<br/> -Since the first sword was drawn about this question,<br/> -Every tithe soul ’mongst many thousand dismes<br/> -Hath been as dear as Helen-I mean, of ours.<br/> -If we have lost so many tenths of ours<br/> -To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to us,<br/> -Had it our name, the value of one ten,<br/> -What merit’s in that reason which denies<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I,<br> +As far as toucheth my particular,<br> +Yet, dread Priam,<br> +There is no lady of more softer bowels,<br> +More spongy to suck in the sense of fear,<br> +More ready to cry out ‘Who knows what follows?’<br> +Than Hector is. The wound of peace is surety,<br> +Surety secure; but modest doubt is call’d<br> +The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches<br> +To th’ bottom of the worst. Let Helen go.<br> +Since the first sword was drawn about this question,<br> +Every tithe soul ’mongst many thousand dismes<br> +Hath been as dear as Helen-I mean, of ours.<br> +If we have lost so many tenths of ours<br> +To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to us,<br> +Had it our name, the value of one ten,<br> +What merit’s in that reason which denies<br> The yielding of her up? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Fie, fie, my brother!<br/> -Weigh you the worth and honour of a king,<br/> -So great as our dread father’s, in a scale<br/> -Of common ounces? Will you with counters sum<br/> -The past-proportion of his infinite,<br/> -And buckle in a waist most fathomless<br/> -With spans and inches so diminutive<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Fie, fie, my brother!<br> +Weigh you the worth and honour of a king,<br> +So great as our dread father’s, in a scale<br> +Of common ounces? Will you with counters sum<br> +The past-proportion of his infinite,<br> +And buckle in a waist most fathomless<br> +With spans and inches so diminutive<br> As fears and reasons? Fie, for godly shame! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hel</i>. No marvel though you bite so sharp at reasons,<br/> -You are so empty of them. Should not our father<br/> -Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons,<br/> +<i>Hel</i>. No marvel though you bite so sharp at reasons,<br> +You are so empty of them. Should not our father<br> +Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons,<br> Because your speech hath none that tells him so? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest;<br/> -You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your reasons:<br/> -You know an enemy intends you harm;<br/> -You know a sword employ’d is perilous,<br/> -And reason flies the object of all harm.<br/> -Who marvels, then, when Helenus beholds<br/> -A Grecian and his sword, if he do set<br/> -The very wings of reason to his heels<br/> -And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,<br/> -Or like a star disorb’d? Nay, if we talk of reason,<br/> -Let’s shut our gates and sleep. Manhood and honour<br/> -Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts<br/> -With this cramm’d reason. Reason and respect<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest;<br> +You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your reasons:<br> +You know an enemy intends you harm;<br> +You know a sword employ’d is perilous,<br> +And reason flies the object of all harm.<br> +Who marvels, then, when Helenus beholds<br> +A Grecian and his sword, if he do set<br> +The very wings of reason to his heels<br> +And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,<br> +Or like a star disorb’d? Nay, if we talk of reason,<br> +Let’s shut our gates and sleep. Manhood and honour<br> +Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their thoughts<br> +With this cramm’d reason. Reason and respect<br> Make livers pale and lustihood deject. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Brother, she is not worth what she doth, cost<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Brother, she is not worth what she doth, cost<br> The keeping. </p> @@ -2057,52 +2054,52 @@ The keeping. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. But value dwells not in particular will:<br/> -It holds his estimate and dignity<br/> -As well wherein ’tis precious of itself<br/> -As in the prizer. ’Tis mad idolatry<br/> -To make the service greater than the god-I<br/> -And the will dotes that is attributive<br/> -To what infectiously itself affects,<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. But value dwells not in particular will:<br> +It holds his estimate and dignity<br> +As well wherein ’tis precious of itself<br> +As in the prizer. ’Tis mad idolatry<br> +To make the service greater than the god-I<br> +And the will dotes that is attributive<br> +To what infectiously itself affects,<br> Without some image of th’ affected merit. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. I take to-day a wife, and my election<br/> -Is led on in the conduct of my will;<br/> -My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,<br/> -Two traded pilots ’twixt the dangerous shores<br/> -Of will and judgement: how may I avoid,<br/> -Although my will distaste what it elected,<br/> -The wife I chose? There can be no evasion<br/> -To blench from this and to stand firm by honour.<br/> -We turn not back the silks upon the merchant<br/> -When we have soil’d them; nor the remainder viands<br/> -We do not throw in unrespective sieve,<br/> -Because we now are full. It was thought meet<br/> -Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks;<br/> -Your breath with full consent benied his sails;<br/> -The seas and winds, old wranglers, took a truce,<br/> -And did him service. He touch’d the ports desir’d;<br/> -And for an old aunt whom the Greeks held captive<br/> -He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness<br/> -Wrinkles Apollo’s, and makes stale the morning.<br/> -Why keep we her? The Grecians keep our aunt.<br/> -Is she worth keeping? Why, she is a pearl<br/> -Whose price hath launch’d above a thousand ships,<br/> -And turn’d crown’d kings to merchants.<br/> -If you’ll avouch ’twas wisdom Paris went-<br/> -As you must needs, for you all cried ‘Go, go’-<br/> -If you’ll confess he brought home worthy prize-<br/> -As you must needs, for you all clapp’d your hands,<br/> -And cried ‘Inestimable!’ -why do you now<br/> -The issue of your proper wisdoms rate,<br/> -And do a deed that never fortune did-<br/> -Beggar the estimation which you priz’d<br/> -Richer than sea and land? O theft most base,<br/> -That we have stol’n what we do fear to keep!<br/> -But thieves unworthy of a thing so stol’n<br/> -That in their country did them that disgrace<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. I take to-day a wife, and my election<br> +Is led on in the conduct of my will;<br> +My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears,<br> +Two traded pilots ’twixt the dangerous shores<br> +Of will and judgement: how may I avoid,<br> +Although my will distaste what it elected,<br> +The wife I chose? There can be no evasion<br> +To blench from this and to stand firm by honour.<br> +We turn not back the silks upon the merchant<br> +When we have soil’d them; nor the remainder viands<br> +We do not throw in unrespective sieve,<br> +Because we now are full. It was thought meet<br> +Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks;<br> +Your breath with full consent benied his sails;<br> +The seas and winds, old wranglers, took a truce,<br> +And did him service. He touch’d the ports desir’d;<br> +And for an old aunt whom the Greeks held captive<br> +He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and freshness<br> +Wrinkles Apollo’s, and makes stale the morning.<br> +Why keep we her? The Grecians keep our aunt.<br> +Is she worth keeping? Why, she is a pearl<br> +Whose price hath launch’d above a thousand ships,<br> +And turn’d crown’d kings to merchants.<br> +If you’ll avouch ’twas wisdom Paris went-<br> +As you must needs, for you all cried ‘Go, go’-<br> +If you’ll confess he brought home worthy prize-<br> +As you must needs, for you all clapp’d your hands,<br> +And cried ‘Inestimable!’ -why do you now<br> +The issue of your proper wisdoms rate,<br> +And do a deed that never fortune did-<br> +Beggar the estimation which you priz’d<br> +Richer than sea and land? O theft most base,<br> +That we have stol’n what we do fear to keep!<br> +But thieves unworthy of a thing so stol’n<br> +That in their country did them that disgrace<br> We fear to warrant in our native place! </p> @@ -2131,7 +2128,7 @@ Enter Caſſandra, raving </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Caſ</i>. Cry, Troians, cry. Lend me ten thousand eyes,<br/> +<i>Caſ</i>. Cry, Troians, cry. Lend me ten thousand eyes,<br> And I will fill them with prophetic tears. </p> @@ -2140,144 +2137,144 @@ And I will fill them with prophetic tears. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Caſ</i>. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled eld,<br/> -Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,<br/> -Add to my clamours. Let us pay betimes<br/> -A moiety of that mass of moan to come.<br/> -Cry, Troians, cry. Practise your eyes with tears.<br/> -Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;<br/> -Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all.<br/> -Cry, Troians, cry, A Helen and a woe!<br/> -Cry, cry. Troy burns, or else let Helen go.<br/> +<i>Caſ</i>. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled eld,<br> +Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry,<br> +Add to my clamours. Let us pay betimes<br> +A moiety of that mass of moan to come.<br> +Cry, Troians, cry. Practise your eyes with tears.<br> +Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;<br> +Our firebrand brother, Paris, burns us all.<br> +Cry, Troians, cry, A Helen and a woe!<br> +Cry, cry. Troy burns, or else let Helen go.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Now, youthful Troylus, do not these high strains<br/> -Of divination in our sister work<br/> -Some touches of remorse, or is your blood<br/> -So madly hot that no discourse of reason,<br/> -Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Now, youthful Troylus, do not these high strains<br> +Of divination in our sister work<br> +Some touches of remorse, or is your blood<br> +So madly hot that no discourse of reason,<br> +Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,<br> Can qualify the same? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Why, brother Hector,<br/> -We may not think the justness of each act<br/> -Such and no other than event doth form it;<br/> -Nor once deject the courage of our minds<br/> -Because Caſſandra’s mad. Her brain-sick raptures<br/> -Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel<br/> -Which hath our several honours all engag’d<br/> -To make it gracious. For my private part,<br/> -I am no more touch’d than all Priam’s sons;<br/> -And Jove forbid there should be done amongst us<br/> -Such things as might offend the weakest spleen<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Why, brother Hector,<br> +We may not think the justness of each act<br> +Such and no other than event doth form it;<br> +Nor once deject the courage of our minds<br> +Because Caſſandra’s mad. Her brain-sick raptures<br> +Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel<br> +Which hath our several honours all engag’d<br> +To make it gracious. For my private part,<br> +I am no more touch’d than all Priam’s sons;<br> +And Jove forbid there should be done amongst us<br> +Such things as might offend the weakest spleen<br> To fight for and maintain. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. Else might the world convince of levity<br/> -As well my undertakings as your counsels;<br/> -But I attest the gods, your full consent<br/> -Gave wings to my propension, and cut of<br/> -All fears attending on so dire a project.<br/> -For what, alas, can these my single arms?<br/> -What propugnation is in one man’s valour<br/> -To stand the push and enmity of those<br/> -This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,<br/> -Were I alone to pass the difficulties,<br/> -And had as ample power as I have will,<br/> -Paris should ne’er retract what he hath done<br/> +<i>Par</i>. Else might the world convince of levity<br> +As well my undertakings as your counsels;<br> +But I attest the gods, your full consent<br> +Gave wings to my propension, and cut of<br> +All fears attending on so dire a project.<br> +For what, alas, can these my single arms?<br> +What propugnation is in one man’s valour<br> +To stand the push and enmity of those<br> +This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest,<br> +Were I alone to pass the difficulties,<br> +And had as ample power as I have will,<br> +Paris should ne’er retract what he hath done<br> Nor faint in the pursuit. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pri</i>. Paris, you speak<br/> -Like one besotted on your sweet delights.<br/> -You have the honey still, but these the gall;<br/> +<i>Pri</i>. Paris, you speak<br> +Like one besotted on your sweet delights.<br> +You have the honey still, but these the gall;<br> So to be valiant is no praise at all. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. Sir, I propose not merely to myself<br/> -The pleasures such a beauty brings with it;<br/> -But I would have the soil of her fair rape<br/> -Wip’d off in honourable keeping her.<br/> -What treason were it to the ransack’d queen,<br/> -Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,<br/> -Now to deliver her possession up<br/> -On terms of base compulsion! Can it be<br/> -That so degenerate a strain as this<br/> -Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?<br/> -There’s not the meanest spirit on our party<br/> -Without a heart to dare or sword to draw<br/> -When Helen is defended; nor none so noble<br/> -Whose life were ill bestow’d or death unfam’d<br/> -Where Helen is the subject. Then, I say,<br/> -Well may we fight for her whom we know well<br/> +<i>Par</i>. Sir, I propose not merely to myself<br> +The pleasures such a beauty brings with it;<br> +But I would have the soil of her fair rape<br> +Wip’d off in honourable keeping her.<br> +What treason were it to the ransack’d queen,<br> +Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me,<br> +Now to deliver her possession up<br> +On terms of base compulsion! Can it be<br> +That so degenerate a strain as this<br> +Should once set footing in your generous bosoms?<br> +There’s not the meanest spirit on our party<br> +Without a heart to dare or sword to draw<br> +When Helen is defended; nor none so noble<br> +Whose life were ill bestow’d or death unfam’d<br> +Where Helen is the subject. Then, I say,<br> +Well may we fight for her whom we know well<br> The world’s large spaces cannot parallel. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Paris and Troylus, you have both said well;<br/> -And on the cause and question now in hand<br/> -Have gloz’d, but superficially; not much<br/> -Unlike young men, whom Aristode thought<br/> -Unfit to hear moral philosophy.<br/> -The reasons you allege do more conduce<br/> -To the hot passion of distemp’red blood<br/> -Than to make up a free determination<br/> -’Twixt right and wrong; for pleasure and revenge<br/> -Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice<br/> -Of any true decision. Nature craves<br/> -All dues be rend’red to their owners. Now,<br/> -What nearer debt in all humanity<br/> -Than wife is to the husband? If this law<br/> -Of nature be corrupted through affection;<br/> -And that great minds, of partial indulgence<br/> -To their benumbed wills, resist the same;<br/> -There is a law in each well-order’d nation<br/> -To curb those raging appetites that are<br/> -Most disobedient and refractory.<br/> -If Helen, then, be wife to Sparta’s king-<br/> -As it is known she is-these moral laws<br/> -Of nature and of nations speak aloud<br/> -To have her back return’d. Thus to persist<br/> -In doing wrong extenuates not wrong,<br/> -But makes it much more heavy. Hector’s opinion<br/> -Is this, in way of truth. Yet, ne’er the less,<br/> -My spritely brethren, I propend to you<br/> -In resolution to keep Helen still;<br/> -For ’tis a cause that hath no mean dependence<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Paris and Troylus, you have both said well;<br> +And on the cause and question now in hand<br> +Have gloz’d, but superficially; not much<br> +Unlike young men, whom Aristode thought<br> +Unfit to hear moral philosophy.<br> +The reasons you allege do more conduce<br> +To the hot passion of distemp’red blood<br> +Than to make up a free determination<br> +’Twixt right and wrong; for pleasure and revenge<br> +Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice<br> +Of any true decision. Nature craves<br> +All dues be rend’red to their owners. Now,<br> +What nearer debt in all humanity<br> +Than wife is to the husband? If this law<br> +Of nature be corrupted through affection;<br> +And that great minds, of partial indulgence<br> +To their benumbed wills, resist the same;<br> +There is a law in each well-order’d nation<br> +To curb those raging appetites that are<br> +Most disobedient and refractory.<br> +If Helen, then, be wife to Sparta’s king-<br> +As it is known she is-these moral laws<br> +Of nature and of nations speak aloud<br> +To have her back return’d. Thus to persist<br> +In doing wrong extenuates not wrong,<br> +But makes it much more heavy. Hector’s opinion<br> +Is this, in way of truth. Yet, ne’er the less,<br> +My spritely brethren, I propend to you<br> +In resolution to keep Helen still;<br> +For ’tis a cause that hath no mean dependence<br> Upon our joint and several dignities. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Why, there you touch’d the life of our design.<br/> -Were it not glory that we more affected<br/> -Than the performance of our heaving spleens,<br/> -I would not wish a drop of Troian blood<br/> -Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector,<br/> -She is a theme of honour and renown,<br/> -A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds,<br/> -Whose present courage may beat down our foes,<br/> -And fame in time to come canonize us;<br/> -For I presume brave Hector would not lose<br/> -So rich advantage of a promis’d glory<br/> -As smiles upon the forehead of this action<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Why, there you touch’d the life of our design.<br> +Were it not glory that we more affected<br> +Than the performance of our heaving spleens,<br> +I would not wish a drop of Troian blood<br> +Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector,<br> +She is a theme of honour and renown,<br> +A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds,<br> +Whose present courage may beat down our foes,<br> +And fame in time to come canonize us;<br> +For I presume brave Hector would not lose<br> +So rich advantage of a promis’d glory<br> +As smiles upon the forehead of this action<br> For the wide world’s revenue. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. I am yours,<br/> -You valiant offspring of great Priamus.<br/> -I have a roisting challenge sent amongst<br/> -The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks<br/> -Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits.<br/> -I was advertis’d their great general slept,<br/> -Whilst emulation in the army crept.<br/> -This, I presume, will wake him.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. I am yours,<br> +You valiant offspring of great Priamus.<br> +I have a roisting challenge sent amongst<br> +The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks<br> +Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits.<br> +I was advertis’d their great general slept,<br> +Whilst emulation in the army crept.<br> +This, I presume, will wake him.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -2414,7 +2411,7 @@ you, who comes here? <p class="drama"> <i>Achil</i>. Come, Patroclus, I’ll speak with nobody. Come in with me, -Thersites.<br/> +Thersites.<br> Exit </p> @@ -2422,7 +2419,7 @@ Exit <i>Ther</i>. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and such knavery. All the argument is a whore and a cuckold-a good quarrel to draw emulous factions and bleed to death upon. Now the dry serpigo on the subject, and war and lechery -confound all!<br/> +confound all!<br> Exit </p> @@ -2439,28 +2436,28 @@ Enter Agamemnon, Vlyſſes, Nestor, Diomedes, Aiax, and Chalcas </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Let it be known to him that we are here.<br/> -He shent our messengers; and we lay by<br/> -Our appertainings, visiting of him.<br/> -Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think<br/> -We dare not move the question of our place<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Let it be known to him that we are here.<br> +He shent our messengers; and we lay by<br> +Our appertainings, visiting of him.<br> +Let him be told so; lest, perchance, he think<br> +We dare not move the question of our place<br> Or know not what we are. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Patr</i>. I shall say so to him.<br/> +<i>Patr</i>. I shall say so to him.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. We saw him at the opening of his tent.<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. We saw him at the opening of his tent.<br> He is not sick. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart. You may call it<br/> -melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, ’tis<br/> -pride. But why, why? Let him show us a cause. A word, my lord.<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart. You may call it<br> +melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, ’tis<br> +pride. But why, why? Let him show us a cause. A word, my lord.<br> [Takes Agamemnon aside] </p> @@ -2510,57 +2507,57 @@ Here comes Patroclus. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs<br> are legs for necessity, not for flexure. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Patr</i>. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry<br/> -If any thing more than your sport and pleasure<br/> -Did move your greatness and this noble state<br/> -To call upon him; he hopes it is no other<br/> -But for your health and your digestion sake,<br/> +<i>Patr</i>. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry<br> +If any thing more than your sport and pleasure<br> +Did move your greatness and this noble state<br> +To call upon him; he hopes it is no other<br> +But for your health and your digestion sake,<br> An after-dinner’s breath. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Hear you, Patroclus.<br/> -We are too well acquainted with these answers;<br/> -But his evasion, wing’d thus swift with scorn,<br/> -Cannot outfly our apprehensions.<br/> -Much attribute he hath, and much the reason<br/> -Why we ascribe it to him. Yet all his virtues,<br/> -Not virtuously on his own part beheld,<br/> -Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss;<br/> -Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,<br/> -Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him<br/> -We come to speak with him; and you shall not sin<br/> -If you do say we think him over-proud<br/> -And under-honest, in self-assumption greater<br/> -Than in the note of judgement; and worthier than himself<br/> -Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on,<br/> -Disguise the holy strength of their command,<br/> -And underwrite in an observing kind<br/> -His humorous predominance; yea, watch<br/> -His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if<br/> -The passage and whole carriage of this action<br/> -Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and ad<br/> -That if he overhold his price so much<br/> -We’ll none of him, but let him, like an engine<br/> -Not portable, lie under this report:<br/> -Bring action hither; this cannot go to war.<br/> -A stirring dwarf we do allowance give<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Hear you, Patroclus.<br> +We are too well acquainted with these answers;<br> +But his evasion, wing’d thus swift with scorn,<br> +Cannot outfly our apprehensions.<br> +Much attribute he hath, and much the reason<br> +Why we ascribe it to him. Yet all his virtues,<br> +Not virtuously on his own part beheld,<br> +Do in our eyes begin to lose their gloss;<br> +Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish,<br> +Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him<br> +We come to speak with him; and you shall not sin<br> +If you do say we think him over-proud<br> +And under-honest, in self-assumption greater<br> +Than in the note of judgement; and worthier than himself<br> +Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on,<br> +Disguise the holy strength of their command,<br> +And underwrite in an observing kind<br> +His humorous predominance; yea, watch<br> +His pettish lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if<br> +The passage and whole carriage of this action<br> +Rode on his tide. Go tell him this, and ad<br> +That if he overhold his price so much<br> +We’ll none of him, but let him, like an engine<br> +Not portable, lie under this report:<br> +Bring action hither; this cannot go to war.<br> +A stirring dwarf we do allowance give<br> Before a sleeping giant. Tell him so. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Patr</i>. I shall, and bring his answer presently.<br/> +<i>Patr</i>. I shall, and bring his answer presently.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. In second voice we’ll not be satisfied;<br/> -We come to speak with him. Vlyſſes, enter you.<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. In second voice we’ll not be satisfied;<br> +We come to speak with him. Vlyſſes, enter you.<br> Exit Vlyſſes </p> @@ -2623,55 +2620,55 @@ Re-enter Vlyſſes </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. He doth rely on none;<br/> -But carries on the stream of his dispose,<br/> -Without observance or respect of any,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. He doth rely on none;<br> +But carries on the stream of his dispose,<br> +Without observance or respect of any,<br> In will peculiar and in self-admission. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Why will he not, upon our fair request,<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Why will he not, upon our fair request,<br> Untent his person and share the air with us? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Things small as nothing, for request’s sake only,<br/> -He makes important; possess’d he is with greatness,<br/> -And speaks not to himself but with a pride<br/> -That quarrels at self-breath. Imagin’d worth<br/> -Holds in his blood such swol’n and hot discourse<br/> -That ’twixt his mental and his active parts<br/> -Kingdom’d Achilles in commotion rages,<br/> -And batters down himself. What should I say?<br/> -He is so plaguy proud that the death tokens of it<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Things small as nothing, for request’s sake only,<br> +He makes important; possess’d he is with greatness,<br> +And speaks not to himself but with a pride<br> +That quarrels at self-breath. Imagin’d worth<br> +Holds in his blood such swol’n and hot discourse<br> +That ’twixt his mental and his active parts<br> +Kingdom’d Achilles in commotion rages,<br> +And batters down himself. What should I say?<br> +He is so plaguy proud that the death tokens of it<br> Cry ‘No recovery.’ </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Let Aiax go to him.<br/> -Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent.<br/> -’Tis said he holds you well; and will be led<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Let Aiax go to him.<br> +Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent.<br> +’Tis said he holds you well; and will be led<br> At your request a little from himself. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!<br/> -We’ll consecrate the steps that Aiax makes<br/> -When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud lord<br/> -That bastes his arrogance with his own seam<br/> -And never suffers matter of the world<br/> -Enter his thoughts, save such as doth revolve<br/> -And ruminate himself-shall he be worshipp’d<br/> -Of that we hold an idol more than he?<br/> -No, this thrice-worthy and right valiant lord<br/> -Shall not so stale his palm, nobly acquir’d,<br/> -Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,<br/> -As amply titled as Achilles is,<br/> -By going to Achilles.<br/> -That were to enlard his fat-already pride,<br/> -And add more coals to Cancer when he burns<br/> -With entertaining great Hyperion.<br/> -This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!<br> +We’ll consecrate the steps that Aiax makes<br> +When they go from Achilles. Shall the proud lord<br> +That bastes his arrogance with his own seam<br> +And never suffers matter of the world<br> +Enter his thoughts, save such as doth revolve<br> +And ruminate himself-shall he be worshipp’d<br> +Of that we hold an idol more than he?<br> +No, this thrice-worthy and right valiant lord<br> +Shall not so stale his palm, nobly acquir’d,<br> +Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,<br> +As amply titled as Achilles is,<br> +By going to Achilles.<br> +That were to enlard his fat-already pride,<br> +And add more coals to Cancer when he burns<br> +With entertaining great Hyperion.<br> +This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid,<br> And say in thunder ‘Achilles go to him.’ </p> @@ -2692,7 +2689,7 @@ And say in thunder ‘Achilles go to him.’ </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. An ’a be proud with me I’ll pheeze his pride.<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. An ’a be proud with me I’ll pheeze his pride.<br> Let me go to him. </p> @@ -2733,7 +2730,7 @@ Let me go to him. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. ’A should not bear it so, ’a should eat’s words first.<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. ’A should not bear it so, ’a should eat’s words first.<br> Shall pride carry it? </p> @@ -2767,13 +2764,13 @@ in, pour in; his ambition is dry. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Why ’tis this naming of him does him harm.<br/> -Here is a man-but ’tis before his face;<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Why ’tis this naming of him does him harm.<br> +Here is a man-but ’tis before his face;<br> I will be silent. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. Wherefore should you so?<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. Wherefore should you so?<br> He is not emulous, as Achilles is. </p> @@ -2782,7 +2779,7 @@ He is not emulous, as Achilles is. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. A whoreson dog, that shall palter with us thus!<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. A whoreson dog, that shall palter with us thus!<br> Would he were a Troian! </p> @@ -2807,22 +2804,22 @@ Would he were a Troian! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure<br/> -Praise him that gat thee, she that gave thee suck;<br/> -Fam’d be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature<br/> -Thrice-fam’d beyond, beyond all erudition;<br/> -But he that disciplin’d thine arms to fight-<br/> -Let Mars divide eternity in twain<br/> -And give him half; and, for thy vigour,<br/> -Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield<br/> -To sinewy Aiax. I will not praise thy wisdom,<br/> -Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines<br/> -Thy spacious and dilated parts. Here’s Nestor,<br/> -Instructed by the antiquary times-<br/> -He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;<br/> -But pardon, father Nestor, were your days<br/> -As green as Aiax’ and your brain so temper’d,<br/> -You should not have the eminence of him,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure<br> +Praise him that gat thee, she that gave thee suck;<br> +Fam’d be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature<br> +Thrice-fam’d beyond, beyond all erudition;<br> +But he that disciplin’d thine arms to fight-<br> +Let Mars divide eternity in twain<br> +And give him half; and, for thy vigour,<br> +Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield<br> +To sinewy Aiax. I will not praise thy wisdom,<br> +Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines<br> +Thy spacious and dilated parts. Here’s Nestor,<br> +Instructed by the antiquary times-<br> +He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;<br> +But pardon, father Nestor, were your days<br> +As green as Aiax’ and your brain so temper’d,<br> +You should not have the eminence of him,<br> But be as Aiax. </p> @@ -2839,18 +2836,18 @@ But be as Aiax. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles<br/> -Keeps thicket. Please it our great general<br/> -To call together all his state of war;<br/> -Fresh kings are come to Troy. To-morrow<br/> -We must with all our main of power stand fast;<br/> -And here’s a lord-come knights from east to west<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles<br> +Keeps thicket. Please it our great general<br> +To call together all his state of war;<br> +Fresh kings are come to Troy. To-morrow<br> +We must with all our main of power stand fast;<br> +And here’s a lord-come knights from east to west<br> And cull their flower, Aiax shall cope the best. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep.<br/> -Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep.<br> +Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -3160,22 +3157,22 @@ Cupid! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. In good troth, it begins so.<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. In good troth, it begins so.<br> [Sings] </p> <p class="drama"> -Love, love, nothing but love, still love, still more!<br/> -For, oh, love’s bow<br/> -Shoots buck and doe;<br/> -The shaft confounds<br/> -Not that it wounds,<br/> -But tickles still the sore.<br/> -These lovers cry, O ho, they die!<br/> -Yet that which seems the wound to kill<br/> -Doth turn O ho! to ha! ha! he!<br/> -So dying love lives still.<br/> -O ho! a while, but ha! ha! ha!<br/> +Love, love, nothing but love, still love, still more!<br> +For, oh, love’s bow<br> +Shoots buck and doe;<br> +The shaft confounds<br> +Not that it wounds,<br> +But tickles still the sore.<br> +These lovers cry, O ho, they die!<br> +Yet that which seems the wound to kill<br> +Doth turn O ho! to ha! ha! he!<br> +So dying love lives still.<br> +O ho! a while, but ha! ha! ha!<br> O ho! groans out for ha! ha! ha!-hey ho! </p> @@ -3227,24 +3224,24 @@ You’ll remember your brother’s excuse? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. They’re come from the field. Let us to Priam’s hall<br/> -To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you<br/> -To help unarm our Hector. His stubborn buckles,<br/> -With these your white enchanting fingers touch’d,<br/> -Shall more obey than to the edge of steel<br/> -Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more<br/> +<i>Par</i>. They’re come from the field. Let us to Priam’s hall<br> +To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you<br> +To help unarm our Hector. His stubborn buckles,<br> +With these your white enchanting fingers touch’d,<br> +Shall more obey than to the edge of steel<br> +Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more<br> Than all the island kings-disarm great Hector. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hel</i>. ’Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;<br/> -Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty<br/> -Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,<br/> +<i>Hel</i>. ’Twill make us proud to be his servant, Paris;<br> +Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty<br> +Gives us more palm in beauty than we have,<br> Yea, overshines ourself. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. Sweet, above thought I love thee.<br/> +<i>Par</i>. Sweet, above thought I love thee.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -3277,33 +3274,33 @@ Enter Troylus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. No, Pandarus. I stalk about her door<br/> -Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks<br/> -Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,<br/> -And give me swift transportance to these fields<br/> -Where I may wallow in the lily beds<br/> -Propos’d for the deserver! O gentle Pandar,<br/> -From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. No, Pandarus. I stalk about her door<br> +Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks<br> +Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,<br> +And give me swift transportance to these fields<br> +Where I may wallow in the lily beds<br> +Propos’d for the deserver! O gentle Pandar,<br> +From Cupid’s shoulder pluck his painted wings,<br> And fly with me to Creſſid! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. Walk here i’ th’ orchard, I’ll bring her straight.<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. Walk here i’ th’ orchard, I’ll bring her straight.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.<br/> -Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet<br/> -That it enchants my sense; what will it be<br/> -When that the wat’ry palate tastes indeed<br/> -Love’s thrice-repured nectar? Death, I fear me;<br/> -Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine,<br/> -Too subtle-potent, tun’d too sharp in sweetness,<br/> -For the capacity of my ruder powers.<br/> -I fear it much; and I do fear besides<br/> -That I shall lose distinction in my joys;<br/> -As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.<br> +Th’ imaginary relish is so sweet<br> +That it enchants my sense; what will it be<br> +When that the wat’ry palate tastes indeed<br> +Love’s thrice-repured nectar? Death, I fear me;<br> +Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine,<br> +Too subtle-potent, tun’d too sharp in sweetness,<br> +For the capacity of my ruder powers.<br> +I fear it much; and I do fear besides<br> +That I shall lose distinction in my joys;<br> +As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps<br> The enemy flying. </p> @@ -3315,15 +3312,15 @@ Re-enter Pandarus <i>Pan</i>. She’s making her ready, she’ll come straight; you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were fray’d with a sprite. I’ll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain; she fetches her -breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.<br/> +breath as short as a new-ta’en sparrow.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom.<br/> -My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse,<br/> -And all my powers do their bestowing lose,<br/> -Like vassalage at unawares encount’ring<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom.<br> +My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse,<br> +And all my powers do their bestowing lose,<br> +Like vassalage at unawares encount’ring<br> The eye of majesty. </p> @@ -3449,8 +3446,8 @@ you; they’ll stick where they are thrown. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Boldness comes to me now and brings me heart.<br/> -Prince Troylus, I have lov’d you night and day<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Boldness comes to me now and brings me heart.<br> +Prince Troylus, I have lov’d you night and day<br> For many weary months. </p> @@ -3459,22 +3456,22 @@ For many weary months. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord,<br/> -With the first glance that ever-pardon me.<br/> -If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.<br/> -I love you now; but till now not so much<br/> -But I might master it. In faith, I lie;<br/> -My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown<br/> -Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!<br/> -Why have I blabb’d? Who shall be true to us,<br/> -When we are so unsecret to ourselves?<br/> -But, though I lov’d you well, I woo’d you not;<br/> -And yet, good faith, I wish’d myself a man,<br/> -Or that we women had men’s privilege<br/> -Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,<br/> -For in this rapture I shall surely speak<br/> -The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,<br/> -Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord,<br> +With the first glance that ever-pardon me.<br> +If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.<br> +I love you now; but till now not so much<br> +But I might master it. In faith, I lie;<br> +My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown<br> +Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!<br> +Why have I blabb’d? Who shall be true to us,<br> +When we are so unsecret to ourselves?<br> +But, though I lov’d you well, I woo’d you not;<br> +And yet, good faith, I wish’d myself a man,<br> +Or that we women had men’s privilege<br> +Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,<br> +For in this rapture I shall surely speak<br> +The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,<br> +Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws<br> My very soul of counsel. Stop my mouth. </p> @@ -3487,9 +3484,9 @@ My very soul of counsel. Stop my mouth. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;<br/> -’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss.<br/> -I am asham’d. O heavens! what have I done?<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;<br> +’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss.<br> +I am asham’d. O heavens! what have I done?<br> For this time will I take my leave, my lord. </p> @@ -3518,10 +3515,10 @@ For this time will I take my leave, my lord. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Let me go and try.<br/> -I have a kind of self resides with you;<br/> -But an unkind self, that itself will leave<br/> -To be another’s fool. I would be gone.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Let me go and try.<br> +I have a kind of self resides with you;<br> +But an unkind self, that itself will leave<br> +To be another’s fool. I would be gone.<br> Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. </p> @@ -3530,26 +3527,26 @@ Where is my wit? I know not what I speak. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;<br/> -And fell so roundly to a large confession<br/> -To angle for your thoughts; but you are wise-<br/> -Or else you love not; for to be wise and love<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;<br> +And fell so roundly to a large confession<br> +To angle for your thoughts; but you are wise-<br> +Or else you love not; for to be wise and love<br> Exceeds man’s might; that dwells with gods above. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. O that I thought it could be in a woman-<br/> -As, if it can, I will presume in you-<br/> -To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;<br/> -To keep her constancy in plight and youth,<br/> -Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind<br/> -That doth renew swifter than blood decays!<br/> -Or that persuasion could but thus convince me<br/> -That my integrity and truth to you<br/> -Might be affronted with the match and weight<br/> -Of such a winnowed purity in love.<br/> -How were I then uplifted! but, alas,<br/> -I am as true as truth’s simplicity,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. O that I thought it could be in a woman-<br> +As, if it can, I will presume in you-<br> +To feed for aye her lamp and flames of love;<br> +To keep her constancy in plight and youth,<br> +Outliving beauty’s outward, with a mind<br> +That doth renew swifter than blood decays!<br> +Or that persuasion could but thus convince me<br> +That my integrity and truth to you<br> +Might be affronted with the match and weight<br> +Of such a winnowed purity in love.<br> +How were I then uplifted! but, alas,<br> +I am as true as truth’s simplicity,<br> And simpler than the infancy of truth. </p> @@ -3558,46 +3555,46 @@ And simpler than the infancy of truth. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. O virtuous fight,<br/> -When right with right wars who shall be most right!<br/> -True swains in love shall in the world to come<br/> -Approve their truth by Troylus, when their rhymes,<br/> -Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,<br/> -Want similes, truth tir’d with iteration-<br/> -As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,<br/> -As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,<br/> -As iron to adamant, as earth to th’ centre-<br/> -Yet, after all comparisons of truth,<br/> -As truth’s authentic author to be cited,<br/> -‘As true as Troylus’ shall crown up the verse<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. O virtuous fight,<br> +When right with right wars who shall be most right!<br> +True swains in love shall in the world to come<br> +Approve their truth by Troylus, when their rhymes,<br> +Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,<br> +Want similes, truth tir’d with iteration-<br> +As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,<br> +As sun to day, as turtle to her mate,<br> +As iron to adamant, as earth to th’ centre-<br> +Yet, after all comparisons of truth,<br> +As truth’s authentic author to be cited,<br> +‘As true as Troylus’ shall crown up the verse<br> And sanctify the numbers. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Prophet may you be!<br/> -If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,<br/> -When time is old and hath forgot itself,<br/> -When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,<br/> -And blind oblivion swallow’d cities up,<br/> -And mighty states characterless are grated<br/> -To dusty nothing-yet let memory<br/> -From false to false, among false maids in love,<br/> -Upbraid my falsehood when th’ have said ‘As false<br/> -As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,<br/> -As fox to lamb, or wolf to heifer’s calf,<br/> -Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son’-<br/> -Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Prophet may you be!<br> +If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,<br> +When time is old and hath forgot itself,<br> +When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,<br> +And blind oblivion swallow’d cities up,<br> +And mighty states characterless are grated<br> +To dusty nothing-yet let memory<br> +From false to false, among false maids in love,<br> +Upbraid my falsehood when th’ have said ‘As false<br> +As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,<br> +As fox to lamb, or wolf to heifer’s calf,<br> +Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son’-<br> +Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,<br> ‘As false as Creſſid.’ </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. Go to, a bargain made; seal it, seal it; I’ll be the<br/> -witness. Here I hold your hand; here my cousin’s. If ever you<br/> -prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to<br/> -bring you together, let all pitiful goers- between be call’d<br/> -to<br/> -the world’s end after my name-call them all Pandars; let all<br/> -constant men be Troyluses, all false women Creſſids, and all<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. Go to, a bargain made; seal it, seal it; I’ll be the<br> +witness. Here I hold your hand; here my cousin’s. If ever you<br> +prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to<br> +bring you together, let all pitiful goers- between be call’d<br> +to<br> +the world’s end after my name-call them all Pandars; let all<br> +constant men be Troyluses, all false women Creſſids, and all<br> brokers between Pandars. Say ‘Amen.’ </p> @@ -3610,11 +3607,11 @@ brokers between Pandars. Say ‘Amen.’ </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber<br/> -and a bed; which bed, because it shall not speak of your<br/> -pretty encounters, press it to death. Away!<br/> -And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here,<br/> -Bed, chamber, pander, to provide this gear!<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber<br> +and a bed; which bed, because it shall not speak of your<br> +pretty encounters, press it to death. Away!<br> +And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here,<br> +Bed, chamber, pander, to provide this gear!<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -3624,21 +3621,21 @@ Chalcas </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cal</i>. Now, Princes, for the service I have done,<br/> -Th’ advantage of the time prompts me aloud<br/> -To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind<br/> -That, through the sight I bear in things to come,<br/> -I have abandon’d Troy, left my possession,<br/> -Incurr’d a traitor’s name, expos’d myself<br/> -From certain and possess’d conveniences<br/> -To doubtful fortunes, sequest’ring from me all<br/> -That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,<br/> -Made tame and most familiar to my nature;<br/> -And here, to do you service, am become<br/> -As new into the world, strange, unacquainted-<br/> -I do beseech you, as in way of taste,<br/> -To give me now a little benefit<br/> -Out of those many regist’red in promise,<br/> +<i>Cal</i>. Now, Princes, for the service I have done,<br> +Th’ advantage of the time prompts me aloud<br> +To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind<br> +That, through the sight I bear in things to come,<br> +I have abandon’d Troy, left my possession,<br> +Incurr’d a traitor’s name, expos’d myself<br> +From certain and possess’d conveniences<br> +To doubtful fortunes, sequest’ring from me all<br> +That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition,<br> +Made tame and most familiar to my nature;<br> +And here, to do you service, am become<br> +As new into the world, strange, unacquainted-<br> +I do beseech you, as in way of taste,<br> +To give me now a little benefit<br> +Out of those many regist’red in promise,<br> Which you say live to come in my behalf. </p> @@ -3647,33 +3644,33 @@ Which you say live to come in my behalf. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cal</i>. You have a Troian prisoner call’d Antenor,<br/> -Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear.<br/> -Oft have you-often have you thanks therefore-<br/> -Desir’d my Creſſid in right great exchange,<br/> -Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor,<br/> -I know, is such a wrest in their affairs<br/> -That their negotiations all must slack<br/> -Wanting his manage; and they will almost<br/> -Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,<br/> -In change of him. Let him be sent, great Princes,<br/> -And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence<br/> -Shall quite strike off all service I have done<br/> +<i>Cal</i>. You have a Troian prisoner call’d Antenor,<br> +Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear.<br> +Oft have you-often have you thanks therefore-<br> +Desir’d my Creſſid in right great exchange,<br> +Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor,<br> +I know, is such a wrest in their affairs<br> +That their negotiations all must slack<br> +Wanting his manage; and they will almost<br> +Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,<br> +In change of him. Let him be sent, great Princes,<br> +And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence<br> +Shall quite strike off all service I have done<br> In most accepted pain. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Let Diomedes bear him,<br/> -And bring us Creſſid hither. Calchas shall have<br/> -What he requests of us. Good Diomed,<br/> -Furnish you fairly for this interchange;<br/> -Withal, bring word if Hector will to-morrow<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Let Diomedes bear him,<br> +And bring us Creſſid hither. Calchas shall have<br> +What he requests of us. Good Diomed,<br> +Furnish you fairly for this interchange;<br> +Withal, bring word if Hector will to-morrow<br> Be answer’d in his challenge. Aiax is ready. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. This shall I undertake; and ’tis a burden<br/> -Which I am proud to bear.<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. This shall I undertake; and ’tis a burden<br> +Which I am proud to bear.<br> Exeunt Diomedes and Chalcas </p> @@ -3682,30 +3679,30 @@ Achilles and Patroclus stand in their tent </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Achilles stands i’ th’ entrance of his tent.<br/> -Please it our general pass strangely by him,<br/> -As if he were forgot; and, Princes all,<br/> -Lay negligent and loose regard upon him.<br/> -I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me<br/> -Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn’d on him?<br/> -If so, I have derision med’cinable<br/> -To use between your strangeness and his pride,<br/> -Which his own will shall have desire to drink.<br/> -It may do good. Pride hath no other glass<br/> -To show itself but pride; for supple knees<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Achilles stands i’ th’ entrance of his tent.<br> +Please it our general pass strangely by him,<br> +As if he were forgot; and, Princes all,<br> +Lay negligent and loose regard upon him.<br> +I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me<br> +Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn’d on him?<br> +If so, I have derision med’cinable<br> +To use between your strangeness and his pride,<br> +Which his own will shall have desire to drink.<br> +It may do good. Pride hath no other glass<br> +To show itself but pride; for supple knees<br> Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. We’ll execute your purpose, and put on<br/> -A form of strangeness as we pass along.<br/> -So do each lord; and either greet him not,<br/> -Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. We’ll execute your purpose, and put on<br> +A form of strangeness as we pass along.<br> +So do each lord; and either greet him not,<br> +Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more<br> Than if not look’d on. I will lead the way. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. What comes the general to speak with me?<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. What comes the general to speak with me?<br> You know my mind. I’ll fight no more ’gainst Troy. </p> @@ -3726,7 +3723,7 @@ You know my mind. I’ll fight no more ’gainst Troy. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. The better.<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. The better.<br> Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor </p> @@ -3735,7 +3732,7 @@ Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Men</i>. How do you? How do you?<br/> +<i>Men</i>. How do you? How do you?<br> Exit </p> @@ -3760,7 +3757,7 @@ Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. Ay, and good next day too.<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. Ay, and good next day too.<br> Exit </p> @@ -3769,33 +3766,33 @@ Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Patr</i>. They pass by strangely. They were us’d to bend,<br/> -To send their smiles before them to Achilles,<br/> -To come as humbly as they us’d to creep<br/> +<i>Patr</i>. They pass by strangely. They were us’d to bend,<br> +To send their smiles before them to Achilles,<br> +To come as humbly as they us’d to creep<br> To holy altars. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. What, am I poor of late?<br/> -’Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with fortune,<br/> -Must fall out with men too. What the declin’d is,<br/> -He shall as soon read in the eyes of others<br/> -As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,<br/> -Show not their mealy wings but to the summer;<br/> -And not a man for being simply man<br/> -Hath any honour, but honour for those honours<br/> -That are without him, as place, riches, and favour,<br/> -Prizes of accident, as oft as merit;<br/> -Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,<br/> -The love that lean’d on them as slippery too,<br/> -Doth one pluck down another, and together<br/> -Die in the fall. But ’tis not so with me:<br/> -Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy<br/> -At ample point all that I did possess<br/> -Save these men’s looks; who do, methinks, find out<br/> -Something not worth in me such rich beholding<br/> -As they have often given. Here is Vlyſſes.<br/> -I’ll interrupt his reading.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. What, am I poor of late?<br> +’Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with fortune,<br> +Must fall out with men too. What the declin’d is,<br> +He shall as soon read in the eyes of others<br> +As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,<br> +Show not their mealy wings but to the summer;<br> +And not a man for being simply man<br> +Hath any honour, but honour for those honours<br> +That are without him, as place, riches, and favour,<br> +Prizes of accident, as oft as merit;<br> +Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,<br> +The love that lean’d on them as slippery too,<br> +Doth one pluck down another, and together<br> +Die in the fall. But ’tis not so with me:<br> +Fortune and I are friends; I do enjoy<br> +At ample point all that I did possess<br> +Save these men’s looks; who do, methinks, find out<br> +Something not worth in me such rich beholding<br> +As they have often given. Here is Vlyſſes.<br> +I’ll interrupt his reading.<br> How now, Vlyſſes! </p> @@ -3808,126 +3805,126 @@ How now, Vlyſſes! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. A strange fellow here<br/> -Writes me that man-how dearly ever parted,<br/> -How much in having, or without or in-<br/> -Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,<br/> -Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;<br/> -As when his virtues shining upon others<br/> -Heat them, and they retort that heat again<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. A strange fellow here<br> +Writes me that man-how dearly ever parted,<br> +How much in having, or without or in-<br> +Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,<br> +Nor feels not what he owes, but by reflection;<br> +As when his virtues shining upon others<br> +Heat them, and they retort that heat again<br> To the first giver. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. This is not strange, Vlyſſes.<br/> -The beauty that is borne here in the face<br/> -The bearer knows not, but commends itself<br/> -To others’ eyes; nor doth the eye itself-<br/> -That most pure spirit of sense-behold itself,<br/> -Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed<br/> -Salutes each other with each other’s form;<br/> -For speculation turns not to itself<br/> -Till it hath travell’d, and is mirror’d there<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. This is not strange, Vlyſſes.<br> +The beauty that is borne here in the face<br> +The bearer knows not, but commends itself<br> +To others’ eyes; nor doth the eye itself-<br> +That most pure spirit of sense-behold itself,<br> +Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed<br> +Salutes each other with each other’s form;<br> +For speculation turns not to itself<br> +Till it hath travell’d, and is mirror’d there<br> Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. I do not strain at the position-<br/> -It is familiar-but at the author’s drift;<br/> -Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves<br/> -That no man is the lord of anything,<br/> -Though in and of him there be much consisting,<br/> -Till he communicate his parts to others;<br/> -Nor doth he of himself know them for aught<br/> -Till he behold them formed in th’ applause<br/> -Where th’ are extended; who, like an arch, reverb’rate<br/> -The voice again; or, like a gate of steel<br/> -Fronting the sun, receives and renders back<br/> -His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this;<br/> -And apprehended here immediately<br/> -Th’ unknown Aiax. Heavens, what a man is there!<br/> -A very horse that has he knows not what!<br/> -Nature, what things there are<br/> -Most abject in regard and dear in use!<br/> -What things again most dear in the esteem<br/> -And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow-<br/> -An act that very chance doth throw upon him-<br/> -Aiax renown’d. O heavens, what some men do,<br/> -While some men leave to do!<br/> -How some men creep in skittish Fortune’s-hall,<br/> -Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!<br/> -How one man eats into another’s pride,<br/> -While pride is fasting in his wantonness!<br/> -To see these Grecian lords!-why, even already<br/> -They clap the lubber Aiax on the shoulder,<br/> -As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. I do not strain at the position-<br> +It is familiar-but at the author’s drift;<br> +Who, in his circumstance, expressly proves<br> +That no man is the lord of anything,<br> +Though in and of him there be much consisting,<br> +Till he communicate his parts to others;<br> +Nor doth he of himself know them for aught<br> +Till he behold them formed in th’ applause<br> +Where th’ are extended; who, like an arch, reverb’rate<br> +The voice again; or, like a gate of steel<br> +Fronting the sun, receives and renders back<br> +His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this;<br> +And apprehended here immediately<br> +Th’ unknown Aiax. Heavens, what a man is there!<br> +A very horse that has he knows not what!<br> +Nature, what things there are<br> +Most abject in regard and dear in use!<br> +What things again most dear in the esteem<br> +And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow-<br> +An act that very chance doth throw upon him-<br> +Aiax renown’d. O heavens, what some men do,<br> +While some men leave to do!<br> +How some men creep in skittish Fortune’s-hall,<br> +Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!<br> +How one man eats into another’s pride,<br> +While pride is fasting in his wantonness!<br> +To see these Grecian lords!-why, even already<br> +They clap the lubber Aiax on the shoulder,<br> +As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast,<br> And great Troy shrinking. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. I do believe it; for they pass’d by me<br/> -As misers do by beggars-neither gave to me<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. I do believe it; for they pass’d by me<br> +As misers do by beggars-neither gave to me<br> Good word nor look. What, are my deeds forgot? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,<br/> -Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,<br/> -A great-siz’d monster of ingratitudes.<br/> -Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour’d<br/> -As fast as they are made, forgot as soon<br/> -As done. Perseverance, dear my lord,<br/> -Keeps honour bright. To have done is to hang<br/> -Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail<br/> -In monumental mock’ry. Take the instant way;<br/> -For honour travels in a strait so narrow -<br/> -Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path,<br/> -For emulation hath a thousand sons<br/> -That one by one pursue; if you give way,<br/> -Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,<br/> -Like to an ent’red tide they all rush by<br/> -And leave you hindmost;<br/> -Or, like a gallant horse fall’n in first rank,<br/> -Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,<br/> -O’er-run and trampled on. Then what they do in present,<br/> -Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours;<br/> -For Time is like a fashionable host,<br/> -That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand;<br/> -And with his arms out-stretch’d, as he would fly,<br/> -Grasps in the corner. The welcome ever smiles,<br/> -And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek<br/> -Remuneration for the thing it was;<br/> -For beauty, wit,<br/> -High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,<br/> -Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all<br/> -To envious and calumniating Time.<br/> -One touch of nature makes the whole world kin-<br/> -That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,<br/> -Though they are made and moulded of things past,<br/> -And give to dust that is a little gilt<br/> -More laud than gilt o’er-dusted.<br/> -The present eye praises the present object.<br/> -Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,<br/> -That all the Greeks begin to worship Aiax,<br/> -Since things in motion sooner catch the eye<br/> -Than what stirs not. The cry went once on thee,<br/> -And still it might, and yet it may again,<br/> -If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive<br/> -And case thy reputation in thy tent,<br/> -Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late<br/> -Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,<br> +Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,<br> +A great-siz’d monster of ingratitudes.<br> +Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour’d<br> +As fast as they are made, forgot as soon<br> +As done. Perseverance, dear my lord,<br> +Keeps honour bright. To have done is to hang<br> +Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail<br> +In monumental mock’ry. Take the instant way;<br> +For honour travels in a strait so narrow -<br> +Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path,<br> +For emulation hath a thousand sons<br> +That one by one pursue; if you give way,<br> +Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,<br> +Like to an ent’red tide they all rush by<br> +And leave you hindmost;<br> +Or, like a gallant horse fall’n in first rank,<br> +Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,<br> +O’er-run and trampled on. Then what they do in present,<br> +Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours;<br> +For Time is like a fashionable host,<br> +That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand;<br> +And with his arms out-stretch’d, as he would fly,<br> +Grasps in the corner. The welcome ever smiles,<br> +And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek<br> +Remuneration for the thing it was;<br> +For beauty, wit,<br> +High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,<br> +Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all<br> +To envious and calumniating Time.<br> +One touch of nature makes the whole world kin-<br> +That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,<br> +Though they are made and moulded of things past,<br> +And give to dust that is a little gilt<br> +More laud than gilt o’er-dusted.<br> +The present eye praises the present object.<br> +Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,<br> +That all the Greeks begin to worship Aiax,<br> +Since things in motion sooner catch the eye<br> +Than what stirs not. The cry went once on thee,<br> +And still it might, and yet it may again,<br> +If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive<br> +And case thy reputation in thy tent,<br> +Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late<br> +Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves,<br> And drave great Mars to faction. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Of this my privacy<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Of this my privacy<br> I have strong reasons. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. But ’gainst your privacy<br/> -The reasons are more potent and heroical.<br/> -’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. But ’gainst your privacy<br> +The reasons are more potent and heroical.<br> +’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love<br> With one of Priam’s daughters. </p> @@ -3936,40 +3933,40 @@ With one of Priam’s daughters. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Is that a wonder?<br/> -The providence that’s in a watchful state<br/> -Knows almost every grain of Plutus’ gold;<br/> -Finds bottom in th’ uncomprehensive deeps;<br/> -Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods,<br/> -Do thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.<br/> -There is a mystery-with whom relation<br/> -Durst never meddle-in the soul of state,<br/> -Which hath an operation more divine<br/> -Than breath or pen can give expressure to.<br/> -All the commerce that you have had with Troy<br/> -As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord;<br/> -And better would it fit Achilles much<br/> -To throw down Hector than Polyxena.<br/> -But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,<br/> -When fame shall in our island sound her trump,<br/> -And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing<br/> -‘Great Hector’s sister did Achilles win;<br/> -But our great Aiax bravely beat down him.’<br/> -Farewell, my lord. I as your lover speak.<br/> -The fool slides o’er the ice that you should break.<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Is that a wonder?<br> +The providence that’s in a watchful state<br> +Knows almost every grain of Plutus’ gold;<br> +Finds bottom in th’ uncomprehensive deeps;<br> +Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods,<br> +Do thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.<br> +There is a mystery-with whom relation<br> +Durst never meddle-in the soul of state,<br> +Which hath an operation more divine<br> +Than breath or pen can give expressure to.<br> +All the commerce that you have had with Troy<br> +As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord;<br> +And better would it fit Achilles much<br> +To throw down Hector than Polyxena.<br> +But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,<br> +When fame shall in our island sound her trump,<br> +And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing<br> +‘Great Hector’s sister did Achilles win;<br> +But our great Aiax bravely beat down him.’<br> +Farewell, my lord. I as your lover speak.<br> +The fool slides o’er the ice that you should break.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Patr</i>. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov’d you.<br/> -A woman impudent and mannish grown<br/> -Is not more loath’d than an effeminate man<br/> -In time of action. I stand condemn’d for this;<br/> -They think my little stomach to the war<br/> -And your great love to me restrains you thus.<br/> -Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid<br/> -Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,<br/> -And, like a dew-drop from the lion’s mane,<br/> +<i>Patr</i>. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov’d you.<br> +A woman impudent and mannish grown<br> +Is not more loath’d than an effeminate man<br> +In time of action. I stand condemn’d for this;<br> +They think my little stomach to the war<br> +And your great love to me restrains you thus.<br> +Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid<br> +Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,<br> +And, like a dew-drop from the lion’s mane,<br> Be shook to airy air. </p> @@ -3982,27 +3979,27 @@ Be shook to airy air. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. I see my reputation is at stake;<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. I see my reputation is at stake;<br> My fame is shrewdly gor’d. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Patr</i>. O, then, beware:<br/> -Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves;<br/> -Omission to do what is necessary<br/> -Seals a commission to a blank of danger;<br/> -And danger, like an ague, subtly taints<br/> +<i>Patr</i>. O, then, beware:<br> +Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves;<br> +Omission to do what is necessary<br> +Seals a commission to a blank of danger;<br> +And danger, like an ague, subtly taints<br> Even then when they sit idly in the sun. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus.<br/> -I’ll send the fool to Aiax, and desire him<br/> -T’ invite the Troian lords, after the combat,<br/> -To see us here unarm’d. I have a woman’s longing,<br/> -An appetite that I am sick withal,<br/> -To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;<br/> -To talk with him, and to behold his visage,<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus.<br> +I’ll send the fool to Aiax, and desire him<br> +T’ invite the Troian lords, after the combat,<br> +To see us here unarm’d. I have a woman’s longing,<br> +An appetite that I am sick withal,<br> +To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;<br> +To talk with him, and to behold his visage,<br> Even to my full of view. </p> @@ -4156,8 +4153,8 @@ creature. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr’d;<br/> -And I myself see not the bottom of it.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr’d;<br> +And I myself see not the bottom of it.<br> Exeunt Achilles and Patroclus </p> @@ -4181,9 +4178,9 @@ Diephœbus, Antenor, Diomedes the Grecian, and others, with torches </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Is the Prince there in person?<br/> -Had I so good occasion to lie long<br/> -As you, Prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Is the Prince there in person?<br> +Had I so good occasion to lie long<br> +As you, Prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business<br> Should rob my bed-mate of my company. </p> @@ -4192,52 +4189,52 @@ Should rob my bed-mate of my company. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. A valiant Greek, Æneas -take his hand:<br/> -Witness the process of your speech, wherein<br/> -You told how Diomed, a whole week by days,<br/> +<i>Par</i>. A valiant Greek, Æneas -take his hand:<br> +Witness the process of your speech, wherein<br> +You told how Diomed, a whole week by days,<br> Did haunt you in the field. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Health to you, valiant sir,<br/> -During all question of the gentle truce;<br/> -But when I meet you arm’d, as black defiance<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Health to you, valiant sir,<br> +During all question of the gentle truce;<br> +But when I meet you arm’d, as black defiance<br> As heart can think or courage execute. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. The one and other Diomed embraces.<br/> -Our bloods are now in calm; and so long health!<br/> -But when contention and occasion meet,<br/> -By Jove, I’ll play the hunter for thy life<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. The one and other Diomed embraces.<br> +Our bloods are now in calm; and so long health!<br> +But when contention and occasion meet,<br> +By Jove, I’ll play the hunter for thy life<br> With all my force, pursuit, and policy. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly<br/> -With his face backward. In humane gentleness,<br/> -Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises’ life,<br/> -Welcome indeed! By Venus’ hand I swear<br/> -No man alive can love in such a sort<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly<br> +With his face backward. In humane gentleness,<br> +Welcome to Troy! now, by Anchises’ life,<br> +Welcome indeed! By Venus’ hand I swear<br> +No man alive can love in such a sort<br> The thing he means to kill, more excellently. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. We sympathise. Jove let Æneas live,<br/> -If to my sword his fate be not the glory,<br/> -A thousand complete courses of the sun!<br/> -But in mine emulous honour let him die<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. We sympathise. Jove let Æneas live,<br> +If to my sword his fate be not the glory,<br> +A thousand complete courses of the sun!<br> +But in mine emulous honour let him die<br> With every joint a wound, and that to-morrow! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. We know each other well.<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. We know each other well.<br> <i>Diom</i>. We do; and long to know each other worse. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. This is the most despiteful’st gentle greeting<br/> -The noblest hateful love, that e’er I heard of.<br/> +<i>Par</i>. This is the most despiteful’st gentle greeting<br> +The noblest hateful love, that e’er I heard of.<br> What business, lord, so early? </p> @@ -4246,27 +4243,27 @@ What business, lord, so early? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. His purpose meets you: ’twas to bring this Greek<br/> -To Calchas’ house, and there to render him,<br/> -For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Creſſid.<br/> -Let’s have your company; or, if you please,<br/> -Haste there before us. I constantly believe-<br/> -Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge-<br/> -My brother Troylus lodges there to-night.<br/> -Rouse him and give him note of our approach,<br/> -With the whole quality wherefore; I fear<br/> +<i>Par</i>. His purpose meets you: ’twas to bring this Greek<br> +To Calchas’ house, and there to render him,<br> +For the enfreed Antenor, the fair Creſſid.<br> +Let’s have your company; or, if you please,<br> +Haste there before us. I constantly believe-<br> +Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge-<br> +My brother Troylus lodges there to-night.<br> +Rouse him and give him note of our approach,<br> +With the whole quality wherefore; I fear<br> We shall be much unwelcome. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. That I assure you:<br/> -Troylus had rather Troy were borne to Greece<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. That I assure you:<br> +Troylus had rather Troy were borne to Greece<br> Than Creſſid borne from Troy. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. There is no help;<br/> -The bitter disposition of the time<br/> +<i>Par</i>. There is no help;<br> +The bitter disposition of the time<br> Will have it so. On, lord; we’ll follow you. </p> @@ -4275,25 +4272,25 @@ Will have it so. On, lord; we’ll follow you. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. And tell me, noble Diomed-faith, tell me true,<br/> -Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship-<br/> -Who in your thoughts deserves fair Helen best,<br/> +<i>Par</i>. And tell me, noble Diomed-faith, tell me true,<br> +Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship-<br> +Who in your thoughts deserves fair Helen best,<br> Myself or Menelaus? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. Both alike:<br/> -He merits well to have her that doth seek her,<br/> -Not making any scruple of her soilure,<br/> -With such a hell of pain and world of charge;<br/> -And you as well to keep her that defend her,<br/> -Not palating the taste of her dishonour,<br/> -With such a costly loss of wealth and friends.<br/> -He like a puling cuckold would drink up<br/> -The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;<br/> -You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins<br/> -Are pleas’d to breed out your inheritors.<br/> -Both merits pois’d, each weighs nor less nor more;<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. Both alike:<br> +He merits well to have her that doth seek her,<br> +Not making any scruple of her soilure,<br> +With such a hell of pain and world of charge;<br> +And you as well to keep her that defend her,<br> +Not palating the taste of her dishonour,<br> +With such a costly loss of wealth and friends.<br> +He like a puling cuckold would drink up<br> +The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;<br> +You, like a lecher, out of whorish loins<br> +Are pleas’d to breed out your inheritors.<br> +Both merits pois’d, each weighs nor less nor more;<br> But he as he, the heavier for a whore. </p> @@ -4302,21 +4299,21 @@ But he as he, the heavier for a whore. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. She’s bitter to her country. Hear me, Paris:<br/> -For every false drop in her bawdy veins<br/> -A Grecian’s life hath sunk; for every scruple<br/> -Of her contaminated carrion weight<br/> -A Troian hath been slain; since she could speak,<br/> -She hath not given so many good words breath<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. She’s bitter to her country. Hear me, Paris:<br> +For every false drop in her bawdy veins<br> +A Grecian’s life hath sunk; for every scruple<br> +Of her contaminated carrion weight<br> +A Troian hath been slain; since she could speak,<br> +She hath not given so many good words breath<br> As for her Greeks and Troians suff’red death. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,<br/> -Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy;<br/> -But we in silence hold this virtue well:<br/> -We’ll not commend what we intend to sell.<br/> -Here lies our way.<br/> +<i>Par</i>. Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do,<br> +Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy;<br> +But we in silence hold this virtue well:<br> +We’ll not commend what we intend to sell.<br> +Here lies our way.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -4329,14 +4326,14 @@ Enter Troylus and <i>Creſſid</i> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Then, sweet my lord, I’ll call mine uncle down;<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Then, sweet my lord, I’ll call mine uncle down;<br> He shall unbolt the gates. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Trouble him not;<br/> -To bed, to bed! Sleep kill those pretty eyes,<br/> -And give as soft attachment to thy senses<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Trouble him not;<br> +To bed, to bed! Sleep kill those pretty eyes,<br> +And give as soft attachment to thy senses<br> As infants’ empty of all thought! </p> @@ -4353,9 +4350,9 @@ As infants’ empty of all thought! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. O Creſſida! but that the busy day,<br/> -Wak’d by the lark, hath rous’d the ribald crows,<br/> -And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. O Creſſida! but that the busy day,<br> +Wak’d by the lark, hath rous’d the ribald crows,<br> +And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,<br> I would not from thee. </p> @@ -4364,16 +4361,16 @@ I would not from thee. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays<br/> -As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love<br/> -With wings more momentary-swift than thought.<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Beshrew the witch! with venomous wights she stays<br> +As tediously as hell, but flies the grasps of love<br> +With wings more momentary-swift than thought.<br> You will catch cold, and curse me. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Prithee tarry.<br/> -You men will never tarry.<br/> -O foolish Creſſid! I might have still held off,<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Prithee tarry.<br> +You men will never tarry.<br> +O foolish Creſſid! I might have still held off,<br> And then you would have tarried. Hark! there’s one up. </p> @@ -4390,22 +4387,22 @@ Enter Pandarus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. A pestilence on him! Now will he be mocking.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. A pestilence on him! Now will he be mocking.<br> I shall have such a life! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. How now, how now! How go maidenheads?<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. How now, how now! How go maidenheads?<br> Here, you maid! Where’s my cousin Creſſid? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle.<br> You bring me to do, and then you flout me too. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pan</i>. To do what? to do what? Let her say what.<br/> +<i>Pan</i>. To do what? to do what? Let her say what.<br> What have I brought you to do? </p> @@ -4424,9 +4421,9 @@ to-night? Would he not, a naughty man, let it sleep? A bugbear take him! <p class="drama"> <i>Cre</i>. Did not I tell you? Would he were knock’d i’ th’ head! [One -knocks]<br/> -Who’s that at door? Good uncle, go and see.<br/> -My lord, come you again into my chamber.<br/> +knocks]<br> +Who’s that at door? Good uncle, go and see.<br> +My lord, come you again into my chamber.<br> You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. </p> @@ -4435,10 +4432,10 @@ You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Come, you are deceiv’d, I think of no such thing.<br/> -[Knock]<br/> -How earnestly they knock! Pray you come in:<br/> -I would not for half Troy have you seen here.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Come, you are deceiv’d, I think of no such thing.<br> +[Knock]<br> +How earnestly they knock! Pray you come in:<br> +I would not for half Troy have you seen here.<br> Exeunt Troylus and <i>Creſſid</i> </p> @@ -4469,7 +4466,7 @@ with you so early? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him.<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Come, he is here, my lord; do not deny him.<br> It doth import him much to speak with me. </p> @@ -4493,13 +4490,13 @@ Re-enter Troylus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,<br/> -My matter is so rash. There is at hand<br/> -Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,<br/> -The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor<br/> -Deliver’d to us; and for him forthwith,<br/> -Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,<br/> -We must give up to Diomedes’ hand<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,<br> +My matter is so rash. There is at hand<br> +Paris your brother, and Deiphobus,<br> +The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor<br> +Deliver’d to us; and for him forthwith,<br> +Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,<br> +We must give up to Diomedes’ hand<br> The Lady Creſſida. </p> @@ -4508,19 +4505,19 @@ The Lady Creſſida. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. By Priam, and the general state of Troy.<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. By Priam, and the general state of Troy.<br> They are at hand and ready to effect it. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. How my achievements mock me!<br/> -I will go meet them; and, my lord Æneas,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. How my achievements mock me!<br> +I will go meet them; and, my lord Æneas,<br> We met by chance; you did not find me here. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Good, good, my lord, the secrets of neighbour Pandar<br/> -Have not more gift in taciturnity.<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Good, good, my lord, the secrets of neighbour Pandar<br> +Have not more gift in taciturnity.<br> Exeunt Troylus and Æneas </p> @@ -4579,15 +4576,15 @@ death; ’twill be his bane; he cannot bear it. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. I will not, uncle. I have forgot my father;<br/> -I know no touch of consanguinity,<br/> -No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me<br/> -As the sweet Troylus. O you gods divine,<br/> -Make Creſſid’s name the very crown of falsehood,<br/> -If ever she leave Troylus! Time, force, and death,<br/> -Do to this body what extremes you can,<br/> -But the strong base and building of my love<br/> -Is as the very centre of the earth,<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. I will not, uncle. I have forgot my father;<br> +I know no touch of consanguinity,<br> +No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me<br> +As the sweet Troylus. O you gods divine,<br> +Make Creſſid’s name the very crown of falsehood,<br> +If ever she leave Troylus! Time, force, and death,<br> +Do to this body what extremes you can,<br> +But the strong base and building of my love<br> +Is as the very centre of the earth,<br> Drawing all things to it. I’ll go in and weep- </p> @@ -4596,9 +4593,9 @@ Drawing all things to it. I’ll go in and weep- </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks,<br/> -Crack my clear voice with sobs and break my heart,<br/> -With sounding ‘Troylus.’ I will not go from Troy.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praised cheeks,<br> +Crack my clear voice with sobs and break my heart,<br> +With sounding ‘Troylus.’ I will not go from Troy.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -4607,26 +4604,26 @@ Enter Paris, Troylus, Æneas, Diephœbus, Antenor, and Diomedes </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. It is great morning; and the hour prefix’d<br/> -For her delivery to this valiant Greek<br/> -Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troylus,<br/> -Tell you the lady what she is to do<br/> +<i>Par</i>. It is great morning; and the hour prefix’d<br> +For her delivery to this valiant Greek<br> +Comes fast upon. Good my brother Troylus,<br> +Tell you the lady what she is to do<br> And haste her to the purpose. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Walk into her house.<br/> -I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;<br/> -And to his hand when I deliver her,<br/> -Think it an altar, and thy brother Troylus<br/> -A priest, there off’ring to it his own heart.<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Walk into her house.<br> +I’ll bring her to the Grecian presently;<br> +And to his hand when I deliver her,<br> +Think it an altar, and thy brother Troylus<br> +A priest, there off’ring to it his own heart.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Par</i>. I know what ’tis to love,<br/> -And would, as I shall pity, I could help!<br/> -Please you walk in, my lords.<br/> +<i>Par</i>. I know what ’tis to love,<br> +And would, as I shall pity, I could help!<br> +Please you walk in, my lords.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -4639,14 +4636,14 @@ Enter Pandarus and <i>Creſſid</i> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Why tell you me of moderation?<br/> -The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,<br/> -And violenteth in a sense as strong<br/> -As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it?<br/> -If I could temporize with my affections<br/> -Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,<br/> -The like allayment could I give my grief.<br/> -My love admits no qualifying dross;<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Why tell you me of moderation?<br> +The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,<br> +And violenteth in a sense as strong<br> +As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it?<br> +If I could temporize with my affections<br> +Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,<br> +The like allayment could I give my grief.<br> +My love admits no qualifying dross;<br> No more my grief, in such a precious loss. </p> @@ -4665,17 +4662,17 @@ Enter Troylus <p class="drama"> <i>Pan</i>. What a pair of spectacles is here! Let me embrace too. ‘O heart,’ as the goodly saying is, O heart, heavy heart, Why sigh’st thou without -breaking? where he answers again<br/> -Because thou canst not ease thy smart<br/> -By friendship nor by speaking.<br/> +breaking? where he answers again<br> +Because thou canst not ease thy smart<br> +By friendship nor by speaking.<br> There was never a truer rhyme. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse. We see it, we see it. How now, lambs! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Creſſid, I love thee in so strain’d a purity<br/> -That the bless’d gods, as angry with my fancy,<br/> -More bright in zeal than the devotion which<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Creſſid, I love thee in so strain’d a purity<br> +That the bless’d gods, as angry with my fancy,<br> +More bright in zeal than the devotion which<br> Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me. </p> @@ -4708,21 +4705,21 @@ Cold lips blow to their deities, take thee from me. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. And suddenly; where injury of chance<br/> -Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by<br/> -All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips<br/> -Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents<br/> -Our lock’d embrasures, strangles our dear vows<br/> -Even in the birth of our own labouring breath.<br/> -We two, that with so many thousand sighs<br/> -Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves<br/> -With the rude brevity and discharge of one.<br/> -Injurious time now with a robber’s haste<br/> -Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how.<br/> -As many farewells as be stars in heaven,<br/> -With distinct breath and consign’d kisses to them,<br/> -He fumbles up into a loose adieu,<br/> -And scants us with a single famish’d kiss,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. And suddenly; where injury of chance<br> +Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by<br> +All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips<br> +Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents<br> +Our lock’d embrasures, strangles our dear vows<br> +Even in the birth of our own labouring breath.<br> +We two, that with so many thousand sighs<br> +Did buy each other, must poorly sell ourselves<br> +With the rude brevity and discharge of one.<br> +Injurious time now with a robber’s haste<br> +Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how.<br> +As many farewells as be stars in heaven,<br> +With distinct breath and consign’d kisses to them,<br> +He fumbles up into a loose adieu,<br> +And scants us with a single famish’d kiss,<br> Distasted with the salt of broken tears. </p> @@ -4731,14 +4728,14 @@ Distasted with the salt of broken tears. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Hark! you are call’d. Some say the Genius so<br/> -Cries ‘Come’ to him that instantly must die.<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Hark! you are call’d. Some say the Genius so<br> +Cries ‘Come’ to him that instantly must die.<br> Bid them have patience; she shall come anon. </p> <p class="drama"> <i>Pan</i>. Where are my tears? Rain, to lay this wind, or my heart will be -blown up by th’ root?<br/> +blown up by th’ root?<br> Exit </p> @@ -4751,7 +4748,7 @@ Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. A woeful Creſſid ’mongst the merry Greeks!<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. A woeful Creſſid ’mongst the merry Greeks!<br> When shall we see again? </p> @@ -4764,18 +4761,18 @@ When shall we see again? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,<br/> -For it is parting from us.<br/> -I speak not ‘Be thou true’ as fearing thee,<br/> -For I will throw my glove to Death himself<br/> -That there’s no maculation in thy heart;<br/> -But ‘Be thou true’ say I to fashion in<br/> -My sequent protestation: be thou true,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,<br> +For it is parting from us.<br> +I speak not ‘Be thou true’ as fearing thee,<br> +For I will throw my glove to Death himself<br> +That there’s no maculation in thy heart;<br> +But ‘Be thou true’ say I to fashion in<br> +My sequent protestation: be thou true,<br> And I will see thee. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. O, you shall be expos’d, my lord, to dangers<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. O, you shall be expos’d, my lord, to dangers<br> As infinite as imminent! But I’ll be true. </p> @@ -4788,8 +4785,8 @@ As infinite as imminent! But I’ll be true. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels<br/> -To give thee nightly visitation.<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. I will corrupt the Grecian sentinels<br> +To give thee nightly visitation.<br> But yet be true. </p> @@ -4798,13 +4795,13 @@ But yet be true. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Hear why I speak it, love.<br/> -The Grecian youths are full of quality;<br/> -They’re loving, well compos’d with gifts of nature,<br/> -And flowing o’er with arts and exercise.<br/> -How novelties may move, and parts with person,<br/> -Alas, a kind of godly jealousy,<br/> -Which I beseech you call a virtuous sin,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Hear why I speak it, love.<br> +The Grecian youths are full of quality;<br> +They’re loving, well compos’d with gifts of nature,<br> +And flowing o’er with arts and exercise.<br> +How novelties may move, and parts with person,<br> +Alas, a kind of godly jealousy,<br> +Which I beseech you call a virtuous sin,<br> Makes me afeard. </p> @@ -4813,14 +4810,14 @@ Makes me afeard. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Die I a villain, then!<br/> -In this I do not call your faith in question<br/> -So mainly as my merit. I cannot sing,<br/> -Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,<br/> -Nor play at subtle games-fair virtues all,<br/> -To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant;<br/> -But I can tell that in each grace of these<br/> -There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Die I a villain, then!<br> +In this I do not call your faith in question<br> +So mainly as my merit. I cannot sing,<br> +Nor heel the high lavolt, nor sweeten talk,<br> +Nor play at subtle games-fair virtues all,<br> +To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant;<br> +But I can tell that in each grace of these<br> +There lurks a still and dumb-discoursive devil<br> That tempts most cunningly. But be not tempted. </p> @@ -4829,10 +4826,10 @@ That tempts most cunningly. But be not tempted. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. No.<br/> -But something may be done that we will not;<br/> -And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,<br/> -When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. No.<br> +But something may be done that we will not;<br> +And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,<br> +When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,<br> Presuming on their changeful potency. </p> @@ -4849,7 +4846,7 @@ Presuming on their changeful potency. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Good brother, come you hither;<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Good brother, come you hither;<br> And bring Æneas and the Grecian with you. </p> @@ -4858,10 +4855,10 @@ And bring Æneas and the Grecian with you. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault!<br/> -Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,<br/> -I with great truth catch mere simplicity;<br/> -Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault!<br> +Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,<br> +I with great truth catch mere simplicity;<br> +Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,<br> With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare. </p> @@ -4870,55 +4867,55 @@ Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, Diephœbus, and Diomedes </p> <p class="drama"> -Fear not my truth: the moral of my wit<br/> -Is ‘plain and true’; there’s all the reach of it.<br/> -Welcome, Sir Diomed! Here is the lady<br/> -Which for Antenor we deliver you;<br/> -At the port, lord, I’ll give her to thy hand,<br/> -And by the way possess thee what she is.<br/> -Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek,<br/> -If e’er thou stand at mercy of my sword,<br/> -Name Creſſid, and thy life shall be as safe<br/> +Fear not my truth: the moral of my wit<br> +Is ‘plain and true’; there’s all the reach of it.<br> +Welcome, Sir Diomed! Here is the lady<br> +Which for Antenor we deliver you;<br> +At the port, lord, I’ll give her to thy hand,<br> +And by the way possess thee what she is.<br> +Entreat her fair; and, by my soul, fair Greek,<br> +If e’er thou stand at mercy of my sword,<br> +Name Creſſid, and thy life shall be as safe<br> As Priam is in Ilion. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. Fair Lady Creſſid,<br/> -So please you, save the thanks this prince expects.<br/> -The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,<br/> -Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. Fair Lady Creſſid,<br> +So please you, save the thanks this prince expects.<br> +The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,<br> +Pleads your fair usage; and to Diomed<br> You shall be mistress, and command him wholly. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously<br/> -To shame the zeal of my petition to the<br/> -In praising her. I tell thee, lord of Greece,<br/> -She is as far high-soaring o’er thy praises<br/> -As thou unworthy to be call’d her servant.<br/> -I charge thee use her well, even for my charge;<br/> -For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,<br/> -Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Grecian, thou dost not use me courteously<br> +To shame the zeal of my petition to the<br> +In praising her. I tell thee, lord of Greece,<br> +She is as far high-soaring o’er thy praises<br> +As thou unworthy to be call’d her servant.<br> +I charge thee use her well, even for my charge;<br> +For, by the dreadful Pluto, if thou dost not,<br> +Though the great bulk Achilles be thy guard,<br> I’ll cut thy throat. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. O, be not mov’d, Prince Troylus.<br/> -Let me be privileg’d by my place and message<br/> -To be a speaker free: when I am hence<br/> -I’ll answer to my lust. And know you, lord,<br/> -I’ll nothing do on charge: to her own worth<br/> -She shall be priz’d. But that you say ‘Be’t so,’<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. O, be not mov’d, Prince Troylus.<br> +Let me be privileg’d by my place and message<br> +To be a speaker free: when I am hence<br> +I’ll answer to my lust. And know you, lord,<br> +I’ll nothing do on charge: to her own worth<br> +She shall be priz’d. But that you say ‘Be’t so,’<br> I speak it in my spirit and honour, ‘No.’ </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Come, to the port. I’ll tell thee, Diomed,<br/> -This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head.<br/> -Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk,<br/> -To our own selves bend we our needful talk.<br/> -Exeunt Troylus, <i>Creſſid</i>, and Diomedes<br/> -[Sound<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Come, to the port. I’ll tell thee, Diomed,<br> +This brave shall oft make thee to hide thy head.<br> +Lady, give me your hand; and, as we walk,<br> +To our own selves bend we our needful talk.<br> +Exeunt Troylus, <i>Creſſid</i>, and Diomedes<br> +[Sound<br> trumpet] </p> @@ -4927,8 +4924,8 @@ trumpet] </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. How have we spent this morning!<br/> -The Prince must think me tardy and remiss,<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. How have we spent this morning!<br> +The Prince must think me tardy and remiss,<br> That swore to ride before him to the field. </p> @@ -4941,10 +4938,10 @@ That swore to ride before him to the field. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Yea, with a bridegroom’s fresh alacrity<br/> -Let us address to tend on Hector’s heels.<br/> -The glory of our Troy doth this day lie<br/> -On his fair worth and single chivalry.<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Yea, with a bridegroom’s fresh alacrity<br> +Let us address to tend on Hector’s heels.<br> +The glory of our Troy doth this day lie<br> +On his fair worth and single chivalry.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -4954,20 +4951,20 @@ and others </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,<br/> -Anticipating time with starting courage.<br/> -Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,<br/> -Thou dreadful Aiax, that the appalled air<br/> -May pierce the head of the great combatant,<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,<br> +Anticipating time with starting courage.<br> +Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,<br> +Thou dreadful Aiax, that the appalled air<br> +May pierce the head of the great combatant,<br> And hale him hither. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. Thou, trumpet, there’s my purse.<br/> -Now crack thy lungs and split thy brazen pipe;<br/> -Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek<br/> -Out-swell the colic of puff Aquilon’d.<br/> -Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood:<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. Thou, trumpet, there’s my purse.<br> +Now crack thy lungs and split thy brazen pipe;<br> +Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek<br> +Out-swell the colic of puff Aquilon’d.<br> +Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood:<br> Thou blowest for Hector. [Trumpet sounds] </p> @@ -4988,8 +4985,8 @@ Enter Diomedes, with <i>Creſſid</i> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. ’Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait:<br/> -He rises on the toe. That spirit of his<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. ’Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait:<br> +He rises on the toe. That spirit of his<br> In aspiration lifts him from the earth. </p> @@ -5010,17 +5007,17 @@ In aspiration lifts him from the earth. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Yet is the kindness but particular;<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Yet is the kindness but particular;<br> ’Twere better she were kiss’d in general. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. And very courtly counsel: I’ll begin.<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. And very courtly counsel: I’ll begin.<br> So much for Nestor. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. I’ll take that winter from your lips, fair lady.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. I’ll take that winter from your lips, fair lady.<br> Achilles bids you welcome. </p> @@ -5029,19 +5026,19 @@ Achilles bids you welcome. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Patr</i>. But that’s no argument for kissing now;<br/> -For thus popp’d Paris in his hardiment,<br/> +<i>Patr</i>. But that’s no argument for kissing now;<br> +For thus popp’d Paris in his hardiment,<br> And parted thus you and your argument. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!<br> For which we lose our heads to gild his horns. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Patr</i>. The first was Menelaus’ kiss; this, mine-<br/> -[Kisses her again]<br/> +<i>Patr</i>. The first was Menelaus’ kiss; this, mine-<br> +[Kisses her again]<br> Patroclus kisses you. </p> @@ -5066,8 +5063,8 @@ Patroclus kisses you. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. I’ll make my match to live,<br/> -The kiss you take is better than you give;<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. I’ll make my match to live,<br> +The kiss you take is better than you give;<br> Therefore no kiss. </p> @@ -5084,7 +5081,7 @@ Therefore no kiss. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. No, Paris is not; for you know ’tis true<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. No, Paris is not; for you know ’tis true<br> That you are odd, and he is even with you. </p> @@ -5097,7 +5094,7 @@ That you are odd, and he is even with you. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. It were no match, your nail against his horn.<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. It were no match, your nail against his horn.<br> May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you? </p> @@ -5114,7 +5111,7 @@ May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Why then, for Venus’ sake give me a kiss<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Why then, for Venus’ sake give me a kiss<br> When Helen is a maid again, and his. </p> @@ -5127,7 +5124,7 @@ When Helen is a maid again, and his. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. Lady, a word. I’ll bring you to your father.<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. Lady, a word. I’ll bring you to your father.<br> Exit with <i>Creſſid</i> </p> @@ -5136,15 +5133,15 @@ Exit with <i>Creſſid</i> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Fie, fie upon her!<br/> -There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,<br/> -Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out<br/> -At every joint and motive of her body.<br/> -O these encounters so glib of tongue<br/> -That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,<br/> -And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts<br/> -To every ticklish reader! Set them down<br/> -For sluttish spoils of opportunity,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Fie, fie upon her!<br> +There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,<br> +Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out<br> +At every joint and motive of her body.<br> +O these encounters so glib of tongue<br> +That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,<br> +And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts<br> +To every ticklish reader! Set them down<br> +For sluttish spoils of opportunity,<br> And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within] </p> @@ -5153,7 +5150,7 @@ And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within] </p> <p class="drama"> -Enter Hector, armed; Æneas, Troylus, Paris, Hellenus,<br/> +Enter Hector, armed; Æneas, Troylus, Paris, Hellenus,<br> and other Trojans, with attendants </p> @@ -5162,12 +5159,12 @@ and other Trojans, with attendants </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Hail, all the state of Greece! What shall be done<br/> -To him that victory commands? Or do you purpose<br/> -A victor shall be known? Will you the knights<br/> -Shall to the edge of all extremity<br/> -Pursue each other, or shall they be divided<br/> -By any voice or order of the field?<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Hail, all the state of Greece! What shall be done<br> +To him that victory commands? Or do you purpose<br> +A victor shall be known? Will you the knights<br> +Shall to the edge of all extremity<br> +Pursue each other, or shall they be divided<br> +By any voice or order of the field?<br> Hector bade ask. </p> @@ -5180,13 +5177,13 @@ Hector bade ask. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. ’Tis done like Hector; but securely done,<br/> -A little proudly, and great deal misprizing<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. ’Tis done like Hector; but securely done,<br> +A little proudly, and great deal misprizing<br> The knight oppos’d. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. If not Achilles, sir,<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. If not Achilles, sir,<br> What is your name? </p> @@ -5195,15 +5192,15 @@ What is your name? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Therefore Achilles. But whate’er, know this:<br/> -In the extremity of great and little<br/> -Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;<br/> -The one almost as infinite as all,<br/> -The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,<br/> -And that which looks like pride is courtesy.<br/> -This Aiax is half made of Hector’s blood;<br/> -In love whereof half Hector stays at home;<br/> -Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Therefore Achilles. But whate’er, know this:<br> +In the extremity of great and little<br> +Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;<br> +The one almost as infinite as all,<br> +The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,<br> +And that which looks like pride is courtesy.<br> +This Aiax is half made of Hector’s blood;<br> +In love whereof half Hector stays at home;<br> +Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek<br> This blended knight, half Troian and half Greek. </p> @@ -5216,12 +5213,12 @@ Re-enter Diomedes </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Here is Sir Diomed. Go, gentle knight,<br/> -Stand by our Aiax. As you and Lord ]Eneas<br/> -Consent upon the order of their fight,<br/> -So be it; either to the uttermost,<br/> -Or else a breath. The combatants being kin<br/> -Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Here is Sir Diomed. Go, gentle knight,<br> +Stand by our Aiax. As you and Lord ]Eneas<br> +Consent upon the order of their fight,<br> +So be it; either to the uttermost,<br> +Or else a breath. The combatants being kin<br> +Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.<br> [Aiax and Hector enter the lists] </p> @@ -5234,23 +5231,23 @@ Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.<br/> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;<br/> -Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word;<br/> -Speaking in deeds and deedless in his tongue;<br/> -Not soon provok’d, nor being provok’d soon calm’d;<br/> -His heart and hand both open and both free;<br/> -For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows,<br/> -Yet gives he not till judgement guide his bounty,<br/> -Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath;<br/> -Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;<br/> -For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes<br/> -To tender objects, but he in heat of action<br/> -Is more vindicative than jealous love.<br/> -They call him Troylus, and on him erect<br/> -A second hope as fairly built as Hector.<br/> -Thus says Æneas, one that knows the youth<br/> -Even to his inches, and, with private soul,<br/> -Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;<br> +Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word;<br> +Speaking in deeds and deedless in his tongue;<br> +Not soon provok’d, nor being provok’d soon calm’d;<br> +His heart and hand both open and both free;<br> +For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows,<br> +Yet gives he not till judgement guide his bounty,<br> +Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath;<br> +Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;<br> +For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes<br> +To tender objects, but he in heat of action<br> +Is more vindicative than jealous love.<br> +They call him Troylus, and on him erect<br> +A second hope as fairly built as Hector.<br> +Thus says Æneas, one that knows the youth<br> +Even to his inches, and, with private soul,<br> +Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.<br> [Alarum. Hector and Aiax fight] </p> @@ -5263,12 +5260,12 @@ Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.<br/> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Hector, thou sleep’st;<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Hector, thou sleep’st;<br> Awake thee. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. His blows are well dispos’d. There, Aiax!<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. His blows are well dispos’d. There, Aiax!<br> [Trumpets cease] </p> @@ -5289,68 +5286,68 @@ Awake thee. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Why, then will I no more.<br/> -Thou art, great lord, my father’s sister’s son,<br/> -A cousin-german to great Priam’s seed;<br/> -The obligation of our blood forbids<br/> -A gory emulation ’twixt us twain:<br/> -Were thy commixtion Greek and Troian so<br/> -That thou could’st say ‘This hand is Grecian all,<br/> -And this is Troian; the sinews of this leg<br/> -All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother’s blood<br/> -Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister<br/> -Bounds in my father’s’; by Jove multipotent,<br/> -Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member<br/> -Wherein my sword had not impressure made<br/> -Of our rank feud; but the just gods gainsay<br/> -That any drop thou borrow’dst from thy mother,<br/> -My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword<br/> -Be drained! Let me embrace thee, Aiax.<br/> -By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;<br/> -Hector would have them fall upon him thus.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Why, then will I no more.<br> +Thou art, great lord, my father’s sister’s son,<br> +A cousin-german to great Priam’s seed;<br> +The obligation of our blood forbids<br> +A gory emulation ’twixt us twain:<br> +Were thy commixtion Greek and Troian so<br> +That thou could’st say ‘This hand is Grecian all,<br> +And this is Troian; the sinews of this leg<br> +All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother’s blood<br> +Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister<br> +Bounds in my father’s’; by Jove multipotent,<br> +Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member<br> +Wherein my sword had not impressure made<br> +Of our rank feud; but the just gods gainsay<br> +That any drop thou borrow’dst from thy mother,<br> +My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword<br> +Be drained! Let me embrace thee, Aiax.<br> +By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;<br> +Hector would have them fall upon him thus.<br> Cousin, all honour to thee! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. I thank thee, Hector.<br/> -Thou art too gentle and too free a man.<br/> -I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. I thank thee, Hector.<br> +Thou art too gentle and too free a man.<br> +I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence<br> A great addition earned in thy death. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Not Neoptolemus so mirable,<br/> -On whose bright crest Fame with her loud’st Oyes<br/> -Cries ‘This is he’ could promise to himself<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Not Neoptolemus so mirable,<br> +On whose bright crest Fame with her loud’st Oyes<br> +Cries ‘This is he’ could promise to himself<br> A thought of added honour torn from Hector. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. There is expectance here from both the sides<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. There is expectance here from both the sides<br> What further you will do. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. We’ll answer it:<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. We’ll answer it:<br> The issue is embracement. Aiax, farewell. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. If I might in entreaties find success,<br/> -As seld I have the chance, I would desire<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. If I might in entreaties find success,<br> +As seld I have the chance, I would desire<br> My famous cousin to our Grecian tents. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. ’Tis Agamemnon’s wish; and great Achilles<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. ’Tis Agamemnon’s wish; and great Achilles<br> Doth long to see unarm’d the valiant Hector. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Æneas, call my brother Troylus to me,<br/> -And signify this loving interview<br/> -To the expecters of our Troian part;<br/> -Desire them home. Give me thy hand, my cousin;<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Æneas, call my brother Troylus to me,<br> +And signify this loving interview<br> +To the expecters of our Troian part;<br> +Desire them home. Give me thy hand, my cousin;<br> I will go eat with thee, and see your knights. </p> @@ -5363,20 +5360,20 @@ Agamemnon and the rest of the Greeks come forward </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. The worthiest of them tell me name by name;<br/> -But for Achilles, my own searching eyes<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. The worthiest of them tell me name by name;<br> +But for Achilles, my own searching eyes<br> Shall find him by his large and portly size. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Worthy all arms! as welcome as to one<br/> -That would be rid of such an enemy.<br/> -But that’s no welcome. Understand more clear,<br/> -What’s past and what’s to come is strew’d with husks<br/> -And formless ruin of oblivion;<br/> -But in this extant moment, faith and troth,<br/> -Strain’d purely from all hollow bias-drawing,<br/> -Bids thee with most divine integrity,<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Worthy all arms! as welcome as to one<br> +That would be rid of such an enemy.<br> +But that’s no welcome. Understand more clear,<br> +What’s past and what’s to come is strew’d with husks<br> +And formless ruin of oblivion;<br> +But in this extant moment, faith and troth,<br> +Strain’d purely from all hollow bias-drawing,<br> +Bids thee with most divine integrity,<br> From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome. </p> @@ -5389,7 +5386,7 @@ From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Men</i>. Let me confirm my princely brother’s greeting.<br/> +<i>Men</i>. Let me confirm my princely brother’s greeting.<br> You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither. </p> @@ -5402,9 +5399,9 @@ You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. O you, my lord? By Mars his gauntlet, thanks!<br/> -Mock not that I affect the untraded oath;<br/> -Your quondam wife swears still by Venus’ glove.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. O you, my lord? By Mars his gauntlet, thanks!<br> +Mock not that I affect the untraded oath;<br> +Your quondam wife swears still by Venus’ glove.<br> She’s well, but bade me not commend her to you. </p> @@ -5417,23 +5414,23 @@ She’s well, but bade me not commend her to you. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. I have, thou gallant Troian, seen thee oft,<br/> -Labouring for destiny, make cruel way<br/> -Through ranks of Greekish youth; and I have seen thee,<br/> -As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,<br/> -Despising many forfeits and subduements,<br/> -When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i’ th’ air,<br/> -Not letting it decline on the declined;<br/> -That I have said to some my standers-by<br/> -‘Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!’<br/> -And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,<br/> -When that a ring of Greeks have hemm’d thee in,<br/> -Like an Olympian wrestling. This have I seen;<br/> -But this thy countenance, still lock’d in steel,<br/> -I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,<br/> -And once fought with him. He was a soldier good,<br/> -But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,<br/> -Never like thee. O, let an old man embrace thee;<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. I have, thou gallant Troian, seen thee oft,<br> +Labouring for destiny, make cruel way<br> +Through ranks of Greekish youth; and I have seen thee,<br> +As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,<br> +Despising many forfeits and subduements,<br> +When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i’ th’ air,<br> +Not letting it decline on the declined;<br> +That I have said to some my standers-by<br> +‘Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!’<br> +And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,<br> +When that a ring of Greeks have hemm’d thee in,<br> +Like an Olympian wrestling. This have I seen;<br> +But this thy countenance, still lock’d in steel,<br> +I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,<br> +And once fought with him. He was a soldier good,<br> +But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,<br> +Never like thee. O, let an old man embrace thee;<br> And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents. </p> @@ -5442,13 +5439,13 @@ And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,<br/> -That hast so long walk’d hand in hand with time.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,<br> +That hast so long walk’d hand in hand with time.<br> Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. I would my arms could match thee in contention<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. I would my arms could match thee in contention<br> As they contend with thee in courtesy. </p> @@ -5457,51 +5454,51 @@ As they contend with thee in courtesy. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. Ha!<br/> -By this white beard, I’d fight with thee to-morrow.<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. Ha!<br> +By this white beard, I’d fight with thee to-morrow.<br> Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. I wonder now how yonder city stands,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. I wonder now how yonder city stands,<br> When we have here her base and pillar by us. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. I know your favour, Lord Vlyſſes, well.<br/> -Ah, sir, there’s many a Greek and Troian dead,<br/> -Since first I saw yourself and Diomed<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. I know your favour, Lord Vlyſſes, well.<br> +Ah, sir, there’s many a Greek and Troian dead,<br> +Since first I saw yourself and Diomed<br> In Ilion on your Greekish embassy. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue.<br/> -My prophecy is but half his journey yet;<br/> -For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,<br/> -Yond towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue.<br> +My prophecy is but half his journey yet;<br> +For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,<br> +Yond towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,<br> Must kiss their own feet. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. I must not believe you.<br/> -There they stand yet; and modestly I think<br/> -The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost<br/> -A drop of Grecian blood. The end crowns all;<br/> -And that old common arbitrator, Time,<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. I must not believe you.<br> +There they stand yet; and modestly I think<br> +The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost<br> +A drop of Grecian blood. The end crowns all;<br> +And that old common arbitrator, Time,<br> Will one day end it. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. So to him we leave it.<br/> -Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome.<br/> -After the General, I beseech you next<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. So to him we leave it.<br> +Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome.<br> +After the General, I beseech you next<br> To feast with me and see me at my tent. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. I shall forestall thee, Lord Vlyſſes, thou!<br/> -Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;<br/> -I have with exact view perus’d thee, Hector,<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. I shall forestall thee, Lord Vlyſſes, thou!<br> +Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;<br> +I have with exact view perus’d thee, Hector,<br> And quoted joint by joint. </p> @@ -5526,29 +5523,29 @@ And quoted joint by joint. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Thou art too brief. I will the second time,<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Thou art too brief. I will the second time,<br> As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. O, like a book of sport thou’lt read me o’er;<br/> -But there’s more in me than thou understand’st.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. O, like a book of sport thou’lt read me o’er;<br> +But there’s more in me than thou understand’st.<br> Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body<br/> -Shall I destroy him? Whether there, or there, or there?<br/> -That I may give the local wound a name,<br/> -And make distinct the very breach whereout<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body<br> +Shall I destroy him? Whether there, or there, or there?<br> +That I may give the local wound a name,<br> +And make distinct the very breach whereout<br> Hector’s great spirit flew. Answer me, heavens. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. It would discredit the blest gods, proud man,<br/> -To answer such a question. Stand again.<br/> -Think’st thou to catch my life so pleasantly<br/> -As to prenominate in nice conjecture<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. It would discredit the blest gods, proud man,<br> +To answer such a question. Stand again.<br> +Think’st thou to catch my life so pleasantly<br> +As to prenominate in nice conjecture<br> Where thou wilt hit me dead? </p> @@ -5557,35 +5554,35 @@ Where thou wilt hit me dead? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,<br/> -I’d not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well;<br/> -For I’ll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there;<br/> -But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,<br/> -I’ll kill thee everywhere, yea, o’er and o’er.<br/> -You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag.<br/> -His insolence draws folly from my lips;<br/> -But I’ll endeavour deeds to match these words,<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Wert thou an oracle to tell me so,<br> +I’d not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well;<br> +For I’ll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there;<br> +But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,<br> +I’ll kill thee everywhere, yea, o’er and o’er.<br> +You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag.<br> +His insolence draws folly from my lips;<br> +But I’ll endeavour deeds to match these words,<br> Or may I never- </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. Do not chafe thee, cousin;<br/> -And you, Achilles, let these threats alone<br/> -Till accident or purpose bring you to’t.<br/> -You may have every day enough of Hector,<br/> -If you have stomach. The general state, I fear,<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. Do not chafe thee, cousin;<br> +And you, Achilles, let these threats alone<br> +Till accident or purpose bring you to’t.<br> +You may have every day enough of Hector,<br> +If you have stomach. The general state, I fear,<br> Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. I pray you let us see you in the field;<br/> -We have had pelting wars since you refus’d<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. I pray you let us see you in the field;<br> +We have had pelting wars since you refus’d<br> The Grecians’ cause. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Dost thou entreat me, Hector?<br/> -To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Dost thou entreat me, Hector?<br> +To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death;<br> To-night all friends. </p> @@ -5594,46 +5591,46 @@ To-night all friends. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;<br/> -There in the full convive we; afterwards,<br/> -As Hector’s leisure and your bounties shall<br/> -Concur together, severally entreat him.<br/> -Beat loud the tambourines, let the trumpets blow,<br/> -That this great soldier may his welcome know.<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;<br> +There in the full convive we; afterwards,<br> +As Hector’s leisure and your bounties shall<br> +Concur together, severally entreat him.<br> +Beat loud the tambourines, let the trumpets blow,<br> +That this great soldier may his welcome know.<br> Exeunt all but Troylus and Vlyſſes </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. My Lord Vlyſſes, tell me, I beseech you,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. My Lord Vlyſſes, tell me, I beseech you,<br> In what place of the field doth Calchas keep? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. At Menelaus’ tent, most princely Troylus.<br/> -There Diomed doth feast with him to-night,<br/> -Who neither looks upon the heaven nor earth,<br/> -But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. At Menelaus’ tent, most princely Troylus.<br> +There Diomed doth feast with him to-night,<br> +Who neither looks upon the heaven nor earth,<br> +But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view<br> On the fair Creſſid. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so much,<br/> -After we part from Agamemnon’s tent,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so much,<br> +After we part from Agamemnon’s tent,<br> To bring me thither? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. You shall command me, sir.<br/> -As gentle tell me of what honour was<br/> -This Creſſida in Troy? Had she no lover there<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. You shall command me, sir.<br> +As gentle tell me of what honour was<br> +This Creſſida in Troy? Had she no lover there<br> That wails her absence? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. O, sir, to such as boasting show their scars<br/> -A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?<br/> -She was belov’d, she lov’d; she is, and doth;<br/> -But still sweet love is food for fortune’s tooth.<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. O, sir, to such as boasting show their scars<br> +A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?<br> +She was belov’d, she lov’d; she is, and doth;<br> +But still sweet love is food for fortune’s tooth.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -5642,8 +5639,8 @@ Enter Achilles and Patroclus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. I’ll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,<br/> -Which with my scimitar I’ll cool to-morrow.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. I’ll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,<br> +Which with my scimitar I’ll cool to-morrow.<br> Patroclus, let us feast him to the height. </p> @@ -5656,7 +5653,7 @@ Enter Thersites </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. How now, thou core of envy!<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. How now, thou core of envy!<br> Thou crusty batch of nature, what’s the news? </p> @@ -5732,16 +5729,16 @@ water-flies-diminutives of nature! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite<br/> -From my great purpose in to-morrow’s battle.<br/> -Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,<br/> -A token from her daughter, my fair love,<br/> -Both taxing me and gaging me to keep<br/> -An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it.<br/> -Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;<br/> -My major vow lies here, this I’ll obey.<br/> -Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent;<br/> -This night in banqueting must all be spent.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite<br> +From my great purpose in to-morrow’s battle.<br> +Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,<br> +A token from her daughter, my fair love,<br> +Both taxing me and gaging me to keep<br> +An oath that I have sworn. I will not break it.<br> +Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay;<br> +My major vow lies here, this I’ll obey.<br> +Come, come, Thersites, help to trim my tent;<br> +This night in banqueting must all be spent.<br> Away, Patroclus! Exit with Patroclus </p> @@ -5771,7 +5768,7 @@ Diomedes, with lights </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. No, yonder ’tis;<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. No, yonder ’tis;<br> There, where we see the lights. </p> @@ -5796,7 +5793,7 @@ Re-enter Achilles </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. So now, fair Prince of Troy, I bid good night;<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. So now, fair Prince of Troy, I bid good night;<br> Aiax commands the guard to tend on you. </p> @@ -5813,27 +5810,27 @@ Aiax commands the guard to tend on you. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Ther</i>. Sweet draught! ‘Sweet’ quoth ’a?<br/> +<i>Ther</i>. Sweet draught! ‘Sweet’ quoth ’a?<br> Sweet sink, sweet sewer! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Good night and welcome, both at once, to those<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Good night and welcome, both at once, to those<br> That go or tarry. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Good night.<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Good night.<br> Exeunt Agamemnon and Menelaus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Old Nestor tarries; and you too, Diomed,<br> Keep Hector company an hour or two. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. I cannot, lord; I have important business,<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. I cannot, lord; I have important business,<br> The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector. </p> @@ -5842,7 +5839,7 @@ The tide whereof is now. Good night, great Hector. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. [Aside to Troylus] Follow his torch; he goes to<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. [Aside to Troylus] Follow his torch; he goes to<br> Calchas’ tent; I’ll keep you company. </p> @@ -5851,12 +5848,12 @@ Calchas’ tent; I’ll keep you company. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. And so, good night.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. And so, good night.<br> Exit Diomedes; Vlyſſes and Troylus following </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Come, come, enter my tent.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Come, come, enter my tent.<br> Exeunt all but Thersites </p> @@ -5912,7 +5909,7 @@ Enter <i>Creſſid</i> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you.<br> [Whispers] </p> @@ -5937,7 +5934,7 @@ Enter <i>Creſſid</i> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. Nay, but do, then;<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. Nay, but do, then;<br> And let your mind be coupled with your words. </p> @@ -5982,7 +5979,7 @@ And let your mind be coupled with your words. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;<br> Bid me do anything but that, sweet Greek. </p> @@ -6019,9 +6016,9 @@ Bid me do anything but that, sweet Greek. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. You are moved, Prince; let us depart, I pray,<br/> -Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself<br/> -To wrathful terms. This place is dangerous;<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. You are moved, Prince; let us depart, I pray,<br> +Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself<br> +To wrathful terms. This place is dangerous;<br> The time right deadly; I beseech you, go. </p> @@ -6030,7 +6027,7 @@ The time right deadly; I beseech you, go. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. Nay, good my lord, go off;<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. Nay, good my lord, go off;<br> You flow to great distraction; come, my lord. </p> @@ -6043,7 +6040,7 @@ You flow to great distraction; come, my lord. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell’s torments,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. I pray you, stay; by hell and all hell’s torments,<br> I will not speak a word. </p> @@ -6080,7 +6077,7 @@ I will not speak a word. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. You shake, my lord, at something; will you go?<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. You shake, my lord, at something; will you go?<br> You will break out. </p> @@ -6093,8 +6090,8 @@ You will break out. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:<br/> -There is between my will and all offences<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Nay, stay; by Jove, I will not speak a word:<br> +There is between my will and all offences<br> A guard of patience. Stay a little while. </p> @@ -6116,7 +6113,7 @@ these together! Fry, lechery, fry! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. I’ll fetch you one.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. I’ll fetch you one.<br> Exit </p> @@ -6125,8 +6122,8 @@ Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Fear me not, my lord;<br/> -I will not be myself, nor have cognition<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Fear me not, my lord;<br> +I will not be myself, nor have cognition<br> Of what I feel. I am all patience. </p> @@ -6155,7 +6152,7 @@ Re-enter <i>Creſſid</i> </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.<br> He lov’d me-O false wench!-Give’t me again. </p> @@ -6164,8 +6161,8 @@ He lov’d me-O false wench!-Give’t me again. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. It is no matter, now I ha’t again.<br/> -I will not meet with you to-morrow night.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. It is no matter, now I ha’t again.<br> +I will not meet with you to-morrow night.<br> I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more. </p> @@ -6186,11 +6183,11 @@ I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. O all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!<br/> -Thy master now lies thinking on his bed<br/> -Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,<br/> -And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,<br/> -As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. O all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!<br> +Thy master now lies thinking on his bed<br> +Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,<br> +And gives memorial dainty kisses to it,<br> +As I kiss thee. Nay, do not snatch it from me;<br> He that takes that doth take my heart withal. </p> @@ -6203,7 +6200,7 @@ He that takes that doth take my heart withal. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;<br> I’ll give you something else. </p> @@ -6220,7 +6217,7 @@ I’ll give you something else. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. ’Twas one’s that lov’d me better than you will.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. ’Twas one’s that lov’d me better than you will.<br> But, now you have it, take it. </p> @@ -6229,32 +6226,32 @@ But, now you have it, take it. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. By all Diana’s waiting women yond,<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. By all Diana’s waiting women yond,<br> And by herself, I will not tell you whose. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm,<br> And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Wert thou the devil and wor’st it on thy horn,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Wert thou the devil and wor’st it on thy horn,<br> It should be challeng’d. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Well, well, ’tis done, ’tis past; and yet it is not;<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Well, well, ’tis done, ’tis past; and yet it is not;<br> I will not keep my word. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. Why, then farewell;<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. Why, then farewell;<br> Thou never shalt mock Diomed again. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. You shall not go. One cannot speak a word<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. You shall not go. One cannot speak a word<br> But it straight starts you. </p> @@ -6263,7 +6260,7 @@ But it straight starts you. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Ther</i>. Nor I, by Pluto; but that that likes not you<br/> +<i>Ther</i>. Nor I, by Pluto; but that that likes not you<br> Pleases me best. </p> @@ -6280,18 +6277,18 @@ Pleases me best. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Cre</i>. Good night. I prithee come. Exit Diomedes<br/> -Troylus, farewell! One eye yet looks on thee;<br/> -But with my heart the other eye doth see.<br/> -Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,<br/> -The error of our eye directs our mind.<br/> -What error leads must err; O, then conclude,<br/> -Minds sway’d by eyes are full of turpitude.<br/> +<i>Cre</i>. Good night. I prithee come. Exit Diomedes<br> +Troylus, farewell! One eye yet looks on thee;<br> +But with my heart the other eye doth see.<br> +Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find,<br> +The error of our eye directs our mind.<br> +What error leads must err; O, then conclude,<br> +Minds sway’d by eyes are full of turpitude.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Ther</i>. A proof of strength she could not publish more,<br/> +<i>Ther</i>. A proof of strength she could not publish more,<br> Unless she said ‘My mind is now turn’d whore.’ </p> @@ -6308,15 +6305,15 @@ Unless she said ‘My mind is now turn’d whore.’ </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. To make a recordation to my soul<br/> -Of every syllable that here was spoke.<br/> -But if I tell how these two did coact,<br/> -Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?<br/> -Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,<br/> -An esperance so obstinately strong,<br/> -That doth invert th’ attest of eyes and ears;<br/> -As if those organs had deceptious functions<br/> -Created only to calumniate.<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. To make a recordation to my soul<br> +Of every syllable that here was spoke.<br> +But if I tell how these two did coact,<br> +Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?<br> +Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,<br> +An esperance so obstinately strong,<br> +That doth invert th’ attest of eyes and ears;<br> +As if those organs had deceptious functions<br> +Created only to calumniate.<br> Was Creſſid here? </p> @@ -6341,10 +6338,10 @@ Was Creſſid here? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Let it not be believ’d for womanhood.<br/> -Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage<br/> -To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme,<br/> -For depravation, to square the general sex<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Let it not be believ’d for womanhood.<br> +Think, we had mothers; do not give advantage<br> +To stubborn critics, apt, without a theme,<br> +For depravation, to square the general sex<br> By Creſſid’s rule. Rather think this not Creſſid. </p> @@ -6361,51 +6358,51 @@ By Creſſid’s rule. Rather think this not Creſſid. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. This she? No; this is Diomed’s Creſſida.<br/> -If beauty have a soul, this is not she;<br/> -If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,<br/> -If sanctimony be the god’s delight,<br/> -If there be rule in unity itself,<br/> -This was not she. O madness of discourse,<br/> -That cause sets up with and against itself!<br/> -Bifold authority! where reason can revolt<br/> -Without perdition, and loss assume all reason<br/> -Without revolt: this is, and is not, Creſſid.<br/> -Within my soul there doth conduce a fight<br/> -Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate<br/> -Divides more wider than the sky and earth;<br/> -And yet the spacious breadth of this division<br/> -Admits no orifex for a point as subtle<br/> -As Ariachne’s broken woof to enter.<br/> -Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto’s gates:<br/> -Creſſid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven.<br/> -Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself:<br/> -The bonds of heaven are slipp’d, dissolv’d, and loos’d;<br/> -And with another knot, five-finger-tied,<br/> -The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,<br/> -The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy relics<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. This she? No; this is Diomed’s Creſſida.<br> +If beauty have a soul, this is not she;<br> +If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies,<br> +If sanctimony be the god’s delight,<br> +If there be rule in unity itself,<br> +This was not she. O madness of discourse,<br> +That cause sets up with and against itself!<br> +Bifold authority! where reason can revolt<br> +Without perdition, and loss assume all reason<br> +Without revolt: this is, and is not, Creſſid.<br> +Within my soul there doth conduce a fight<br> +Of this strange nature, that a thing inseparate<br> +Divides more wider than the sky and earth;<br> +And yet the spacious breadth of this division<br> +Admits no orifex for a point as subtle<br> +As Ariachne’s broken woof to enter.<br> +Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto’s gates:<br> +Creſſid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven.<br> +Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself:<br> +The bonds of heaven are slipp’d, dissolv’d, and loos’d;<br> +And with another knot, five-finger-tied,<br> +The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,<br> +The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greasy relics<br> Of her o’er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. May worthy Troylus be half-attach’d<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. May worthy Troylus be half-attach’d<br> With that which here his passion doth express? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well<br/> -In characters as red as Mars his heart<br/> -Inflam’d with Venus. Never did young man fancy<br/> -With so eternal and so fix’d a soul.<br/> -Hark, Greek: as much as I do Creſſid love,<br/> -So much by weight hate I her Diomed.<br/> -That sleeve is mine that he’ll bear on his helm;<br/> -Were it a casque compos’d by Vulcan’s skill<br/> -My sword should bite it. Not the dreadful spout<br/> -Which shipmen do the hurricano call,<br/> -Constring’d in mass by the almighty sun,<br/> -Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune’s ear<br/> -In his descent than shall my prompted sword<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well<br> +In characters as red as Mars his heart<br> +Inflam’d with Venus. Never did young man fancy<br> +With so eternal and so fix’d a soul.<br> +Hark, Greek: as much as I do Creſſid love,<br> +So much by weight hate I her Diomed.<br> +That sleeve is mine that he’ll bear on his helm;<br> +Were it a casque compos’d by Vulcan’s skill<br> +My sword should bite it. Not the dreadful spout<br> +Which shipmen do the hurricano call,<br> +Constring’d in mass by the almighty sun,<br> +Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune’s ear<br> +In his descent than shall my prompted sword<br> Falling on Diomed. </p> @@ -6414,13 +6411,13 @@ Falling on Diomed. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. O Creſſid! O false Creſſid! false, false, false!<br/> -Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. O Creſſid! O false Creſſid! false, false, false!<br> +Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,<br> And they’ll seem glorious. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. O, contain yourself;<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. O, contain yourself;<br> Your passion draws ears hither. </p> @@ -6429,14 +6426,14 @@ Enter Æneas </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord.<br/> -Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. I have been seeking you this hour, my lord.<br> +Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy;<br> Aiax, your guard, stays to conduct you home. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Have with you, Prince. My courteous lord, adieu.<br/> -Fairwell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Have with you, Prince. My courteous lord, adieu.<br> +Fairwell, revolted fair!-and, Diomed,<br> Stand fast and wear a castle on thy head. </p> @@ -6457,7 +6454,7 @@ Exeunt Troylus, Æneas. and Vlyſſes I would bode, I would bode. Patroclus will give me anything for the intelligence of this whore; the parrot will not do more for an almond than he for a commodious drab. Lechery, lechery! Still wars and lechery! Nothing else -holds fashion. A burning devil take them!<br/> +holds fashion. A burning devil take them!<br> Exit </p> @@ -6466,13 +6463,13 @@ Enter Hector and Andromache </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>And</i>. When was my lord so much ungently temper’d<br/> -To stop his ears against admonishment?<br/> +<i>And</i>. When was my lord so much ungently temper’d<br> +To stop his ears against admonishment?<br> Unarm, unarm, and do not fight to-day. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. You train me to offend you; get you in.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. You train me to offend you; get you in.<br> By all the everlasting gods, I’ll go. </p> @@ -6493,10 +6490,10 @@ Enter Caſſandra </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>And</i>. Here, sister, arm’d, and bloody in intent.<br/> -Consort with me in loud and dear petition,<br/> -Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt<br/> -Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night<br/> +<i>And</i>. Here, sister, arm’d, and bloody in intent.<br> +Consort with me in loud and dear petition,<br> +Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt<br> +Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night<br> Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter. </p> @@ -6517,28 +6514,28 @@ Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Caſ</i>. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;<br/> -They are polluted off’rings, more abhorr’d<br/> +<i>Caſ</i>. The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows;<br> +They are polluted off’rings, more abhorr’d<br> Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>And</i>. O, be persuaded! Do not count it holy<br/> -To hurt by being just. It is as lawful,<br/> -For we would give much, to use violent thefts<br/> +<i>And</i>. O, be persuaded! Do not count it holy<br> +To hurt by being just. It is as lawful,<br> +For we would give much, to use violent thefts<br> And rob in the behalf of charity. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Caſ</i>. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;<br/> -But vows to every purpose must not hold.<br/> +<i>Caſ</i>. It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;<br> +But vows to every purpose must not hold.<br> Unarm, sweet Hector. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Hold you still, I say.<br/> -Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate.<br/> -Life every man holds dear; but the dear man<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Hold you still, I say.<br> +Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate.<br> +Life every man holds dear; but the dear man<br> Holds honour far more precious dear than life. </p> @@ -6551,32 +6548,32 @@ How now, young man! Mean’st thou to fight to-day? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>And</i>. Caſſandra, call my father to persuade.<br/> +<i>And</i>. Caſſandra, call my father to persuade.<br> Exit Caſſandra </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. No, faith, young Troylus; doff thy harness, youth;<br/> -I am to-day i’ th’ vein of chivalry.<br/> -Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,<br/> -And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.<br/> -Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. No, faith, young Troylus; doff thy harness, youth;<br> +I am to-day i’ th’ vein of chivalry.<br> +Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,<br> +And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.<br> +Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,<br> I’ll stand to-day for thee and me and Troy. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you<br> Which better fits a lion than a man. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. What vice is that, good Troylus?<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. What vice is that, good Troylus?<br> Chide me for it. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. When many times the captive Grecian falls,<br/> -Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. When many times the captive Grecian falls,<br> +Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,<br> You bid them rise and live. </p> @@ -6593,10 +6590,10 @@ You bid them rise and live. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. For th’ love of all the gods,<br/> -Let’s leave the hermit Pity with our mother;<br/> -And when we have our armours buckled on,<br/> -The venom’d vengeance ride upon our swords,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. For th’ love of all the gods,<br> +Let’s leave the hermit Pity with our mother;<br> +And when we have our armours buckled on,<br> +The venom’d vengeance ride upon our swords,<br> Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth! </p> @@ -6613,13 +6610,13 @@ Spur them to ruthful work, rein them from ruth! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Who should withhold me?<br/> -Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars<br/> -Beck’ning with fiery truncheon my retire;<br/> -Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,<br/> -Their eyes o’ergalled with recourse of tears;<br/> -Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,<br/> -Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Who should withhold me?<br> +Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars<br> +Beck’ning with fiery truncheon my retire;<br> +Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,<br> +Their eyes o’ergalled with recourse of tears;<br> +Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn,<br> +Oppos’d to hinder me, should stop my way,<br> But by my ruin. </p> @@ -6628,25 +6625,25 @@ Re-enter Caſſandra, with Priam </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Caſ</i>. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast;<br/> -He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,<br/> -Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,<br/> +<i>Caſ</i>. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast;<br> +He is thy crutch; now if thou lose thy stay,<br> +Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,<br> Fall all together. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pri</i>. Come, Hector, come, go back.<br/> -Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had visions;<br/> -Caſſandra doth foresee; and I myself<br/> -Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt<br/> -To tell thee that this day is ominous.<br/> +<i>Pri</i>. Come, Hector, come, go back.<br> +Thy wife hath dreamt; thy mother hath had visions;<br> +Caſſandra doth foresee; and I myself<br> +Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt<br> +To tell thee that this day is ominous.<br> Therefore, come back. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Æneas is a-field;<br/> -And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks,<br/> -Even in the faith of valour, to appear<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Æneas is a-field;<br> +And I do stand engag’d to many Greeks,<br> +Even in the faith of valour, to appear<br> This morning to them. </p> @@ -6655,10 +6652,10 @@ This morning to them. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. I must not break my faith.<br/> -You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,<br/> -Let me not shame respect; but give me leave<br/> -To take that course by your consent and voice<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. I must not break my faith.<br> +You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,<br> +Let me not shame respect; but give me leave<br> +To take that course by your consent and voice<br> Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. </p> @@ -6671,24 +6668,24 @@ Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Andromache, I am offended with you.<br/> -Upon the love you bear me, get you in.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Andromache, I am offended with you.<br> +Upon the love you bear me, get you in.<br> Exit Andromache </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl<br> Makes all these bodements. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Caſ</i>. O, farewell, dear Hector!<br/> -Look how thou diest. Look how thy eye turns pale.<br/> -Look how thy wounds do bleed at many vents.<br/> -Hark how Troy roars; how Hecuba cries out;<br/> -How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth;<br/> -Behold distraction, frenzy, and amazement,<br/> -Like witless antics, one another meet,<br/> +<i>Caſ</i>. O, farewell, dear Hector!<br> +Look how thou diest. Look how thy eye turns pale.<br> +Look how thy wounds do bleed at many vents.<br> +Hark how Troy roars; how Hecuba cries out;<br> +How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth;<br> +Behold distraction, frenzy, and amazement,<br> +Like witless antics, one another meet,<br> And all cry, Hector! Hector’s dead! O Hector! </p> @@ -6697,25 +6694,25 @@ And all cry, Hector! Hector’s dead! O Hector! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Caſ</i>. Farewell!-yet, soft! Hector, I take my leave.<br/> -Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.<br/> +<i>Caſ</i>. Farewell!-yet, soft! Hector, I take my leave.<br> +Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. You are amaz’d, my liege, at her exclaim.<br/> -Go in, and cheer the town; we’ll forth, and fight,<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. You are amaz’d, my liege, at her exclaim.<br> +Go in, and cheer the town; we’ll forth, and fight,<br> Do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Pri</i>. Farewell. The gods with safety stand about thee!<br/> -Exeunt severally Priam and Hector.<br/> +<i>Pri</i>. Farewell. The gods with safety stand about thee!<br> +Exeunt severally Priam and Hector.<br> Alarums </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. They are at it, hark! Proud Diomed, believe,<br> I come to lose my arm or win my sleeve. </p> @@ -6748,12 +6745,12 @@ on’t. What says she there? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;<br/> -Th’ effect doth operate another way.<br/> -[Tearing the letter]<br/> -Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.<br/> -My love with words and errors still she feeds,<br/> -But edifies another with her deeds. Exeunt<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart;<br> +Th’ effect doth operate another way.<br> +[Tearing the letter]<br> +Go, wind, to wind, there turn and change together.<br> +My love with words and errors still she feeds,<br> +But edifies another with her deeds. Exeunt<br> severally </p> @@ -6785,20 +6782,20 @@ Soft! here comes sleeve, and t’other. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Styx<br> I would swim after. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. Thou dost miscall retire.<br/> -I do not fly; but advantageous care<br/> -Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. Thou dost miscall retire.<br> +I do not fly; but advantageous care<br> +Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.<br> Have at thee. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Ther</i>. Hold thy whore, Grecian; now for thy whore,<br/> -Troian-now the sleeve, now the sleeve!<br/> +<i>Ther</i>. Hold thy whore, Grecian; now for thy whore,<br> +Troian-now the sleeve, now the sleeve!<br> Exeunt Troylus and Diomedes fighting </p> @@ -6807,7 +6804,7 @@ Enter Hector </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector’s match?<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. What art thou, Greek? Art thou for Hector’s match?<br> Art thou of blood and honour? </p> @@ -6816,7 +6813,7 @@ Art thou of blood and honour? </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. I do believe thee. Live.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. I do believe thee. Live.<br> Exit </p> @@ -6824,7 +6821,7 @@ Exit <i>Ther</i>. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but a plague break thy neck for frighting me! What’s become of the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery -eats itself. I’ll seek them.<br/> +eats itself. I’ll seek them.<br> Exit </p> @@ -6833,15 +6830,15 @@ Enter Diomedes and a Servant </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Diom</i>. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troylus’ horse;<br/> -Present the fair steed to my lady Creſſid.<br/> -Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;<br/> -Tell her I have chastis’d the amorous Troian,<br/> +<i>Diom</i>. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troylus’ horse;<br> +Present the fair steed to my lady Creſſid.<br> +Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;<br> +Tell her I have chastis’d the amorous Troian,<br> And am her knight by proof. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Ser</i>. I go, my lord.<br/> +<i>Ser</i>. I go, my lord.<br> Exit </p> @@ -6850,16 +6847,16 @@ Enter Agamemnon </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus<br/> -Hath beat down enon; bastard Margarelon<br/> -Hath Doreus prisoner,<br/> -And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,<br/> -Upon the pashed corses of the kings<br/> -Epistrophus and Cedius. Polixenes is slain;<br/> -Amphimacus and Thoas deadly hurt;<br/> -Patroclus ta’en, or slain; and Palamedes<br/> -Sore hurt and bruis’d. The dreadful Sagittary<br/> -Appals our numbers. Haste we, Diomed,<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus<br> +Hath beat down enon; bastard Margarelon<br> +Hath Doreus prisoner,<br> +And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam,<br> +Upon the pashed corses of the kings<br> +Epistrophus and Cedius. Polixenes is slain;<br> +Amphimacus and Thoas deadly hurt;<br> +Patroclus ta’en, or slain; and Palamedes<br> +Sore hurt and bruis’d. The dreadful Sagittary<br> +Appals our numbers. Haste we, Diomed,<br> To reinforcement, or we perish all. </p> @@ -6868,18 +6865,18 @@ Enter Nestor </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. Go, bear Patroclus’ body to Achilles,<br/> -And bid the snail-pac’d Aiax arm for shame.<br/> -There is a thousand Hectors in the field;<br/> -Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,<br/> -And there lacks work; anon he’s there afoot,<br/> -And there they fly or die, like scaled sculls<br/> -Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,<br/> -And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,<br/> -Fall down before him like the mower’s swath.<br/> -Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes;<br/> -Dexterity so obeying appetite<br/> -That what he will he does, and does so much<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. Go, bear Patroclus’ body to Achilles,<br> +And bid the snail-pac’d Aiax arm for shame.<br> +There is a thousand Hectors in the field;<br> +Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,<br> +And there lacks work; anon he’s there afoot,<br> +And there they fly or die, like scaled sculls<br> +Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,<br> +And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,<br> +Fall down before him like the mower’s swath.<br> +Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves and takes;<br> +Dexterity so obeying appetite<br> +That what he will he does, and does so much<br> That proof is call’d impossibility. </p> @@ -6888,18 +6885,18 @@ Enter Vlyſſes </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Vlyſ</i>. O, courage, courage, courage, Princes! Great<br/> -Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance.<br/> -Patroclus’ wounds have rous’d his drowsy blood,<br/> -Together with his mangled Myrmidons,<br/> -That noseless, handless, hack’d and chipp’d, come to<br/> -him, Crying on Hector. Aiax hath lost a friend<br/> -And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d and at it,<br/> -Roaring for Troylus; who hath done to-day<br/> -Mad and fantastic execution,<br/> -Engaging and redeeming of himself<br/> -With such a careless force and forceless care<br/> -As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,<br/> +<i>Vlyſ</i>. O, courage, courage, courage, Princes! Great<br> +Achilles Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance.<br> +Patroclus’ wounds have rous’d his drowsy blood,<br> +Together with his mangled Myrmidons,<br> +That noseless, handless, hack’d and chipp’d, come to<br> +him, Crying on Hector. Aiax hath lost a friend<br> +And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d and at it,<br> +Roaring for Troylus; who hath done to-day<br> +Mad and fantastic execution,<br> +Engaging and redeeming of himself<br> +With such a careless force and forceless care<br> +As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,<br> Bade him win all. </p> @@ -6908,7 +6905,7 @@ Enter Aiax </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. Troylus! thou coward Troylus!<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. Troylus! thou coward Troylus!<br> Exit </p> @@ -6917,16 +6914,16 @@ Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Nestor</i>. So, so, we draw together.<br/> -Exit<br/> +<i>Nestor</i>. So, so, we draw together.<br> +Exit<br> Enter Achilles </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Where is this Hector?<br/> -Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;<br/> -Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.<br/> -Hector! where’s Hector? I will none but Hector.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Where is this Hector?<br> +Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face;<br> +Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.<br> +Hector! where’s Hector? I will none but Hector.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -6955,7 +6952,7 @@ Enter Diomedes </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. Were I the general, thou shouldst have my office<br> Ere that correction. Troylus, I say! What, Troylus! </p> @@ -6964,7 +6961,7 @@ Enter Troylus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor,<br> And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse. </p> @@ -6981,7 +6978,7 @@ And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Come, both, you cogging Greeks; have at you<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Come, both, you cogging Greeks; have at you<br> Exeunt fighting </p> @@ -7006,17 +7003,17 @@ Enter Achilles </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Troian.<br/> -Be happy that my arms are out of use;<br/> -My rest and negligence befriends thee now,<br/> -But thou anon shalt hear of me again;<br/> -Till when, go seek thy fortune.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Troian.<br> +Be happy that my arms are out of use;<br> +My rest and negligence befriends thee now,<br> +But thou anon shalt hear of me again;<br> +Till when, go seek thy fortune.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Fare thee well.<br/> -I would have been much more a fresher man,<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Fare thee well.<br> +I would have been much more a fresher man,<br> Had I expected thee. </p> @@ -7029,11 +7026,11 @@ How now, my brother! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Aiax hath ta’en Æneas. Shall it be?<br/> -No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,<br/> -He shall not carry him; I’ll be ta’en too,<br/> -Or bring him off. Fate, hear me what I say:<br/> -I reck not though thou end my life to-day.<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Aiax hath ta’en Æneas. Shall it be?<br> +No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,<br> +He shall not carry him; I’ll be ta’en too,<br> +Or bring him off. Fate, hear me what I say:<br> +I reck not though thou end my life to-day.<br> Exit </p> @@ -7042,11 +7039,11 @@ Enter one in armour </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark.<br/> -No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;<br/> -I’ll frush it and unlock the rivets all<br/> -But I’ll be master of it. Wilt thou not, beast, abide?<br/> -Why then, fly on; I’ll hunt thee for thy hide.<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly mark.<br> +No? wilt thou not? I like thy armour well;<br> +I’ll frush it and unlock the rivets all<br> +But I’ll be master of it. Wilt thou not, beast, abide?<br> +Why then, fly on; I’ll hunt thee for thy hide.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -7055,14 +7052,14 @@ Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;<br/> -Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel;<br/> -Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;<br/> -And when I have the bloody Hector found,<br/> -Empale him with your weapons round about;<br/> -In fellest manner execute your arms.<br/> -Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye.<br/> -It is decreed Hector the great must die.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;<br> +Mark what I say. Attend me where I wheel;<br> +Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;<br> +And when I have the bloody Hector found,<br> +Empale him with your weapons round about;<br> +In fellest manner execute your arms.<br> +Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye.<br> +It is decreed Hector the great must die.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -7073,7 +7070,7 @@ Enter Menelaus and Paris, fighting; then Thersites <p class="drama"> <i>Ther</i>. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at it. Now, bull! now, dog! ’Loo, Paris, ’loo! now my double-horn’d Spartan! ’loo, Paris, ’loo! The bull -has the game. Ware horns, ho!<br/> +has the game. Ware horns, ho!<br> Exeunt Paris and Menelaus </p> @@ -7098,12 +7095,12 @@ Enter Bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in everything illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel’s most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he -tempts judgement. Farewell, bastard.<br/> +tempts judgement. Farewell, bastard.<br> Exit </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Baſt</i>. The devil take thee, coward!<br/> +<i>Baſt</i>. The devil take thee, coward!<br> Exit </p> @@ -7112,10 +7109,10 @@ Enter Hector </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Hect</i>. Most putrified core so fair without,<br/> -Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.<br/> -Now is my day’s work done; I’ll take good breath:<br/> -Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!<br/> +<i>Hect</i>. Most putrified core so fair without,<br> +Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.<br> +Now is my day’s work done; I’ll take good breath:<br> +Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!<br> [Disarms] </p> @@ -7124,9 +7121,9 @@ Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;<br/> -How ugly night comes breathing at his heels;<br/> -Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun,<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;<br> +How ugly night comes breathing at his heels;<br> +Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun,<br> To close the day up, Hector’s life is done. </p> @@ -7135,13 +7132,13 @@ To close the day up, Hector’s life is done. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.<br/> -[Hector falls]<br/> -So, Ilion, fall thou next! Come, Troy, sink down;<br/> -Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.<br/> -On, Myrmidons, and cry you an amain<br/> -‘Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.’<br/> -[A retreat sounded]<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I seek.<br> +[Hector falls]<br> +So, Ilion, fall thou next! Come, Troy, sink down;<br> +Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.<br> +On, Myrmidons, and cry you an amain<br> +‘Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.’<br> +[A retreat sounded]<br> Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part. </p> @@ -7150,13 +7147,13 @@ Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Achil</i>. The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth<br/> -And, stickler-like, the armies separates.<br/> -My half-supp’d sword, that frankly would have fed,<br/> -Pleas’d with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.<br/> -[Sheathes his sword]<br/> -Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail;<br/> -Along the field I will the Troian trail.<br/> +<i>Achil</i>. The dragon wing of night o’erspreads the earth<br> +And, stickler-like, the armies separates.<br> +My half-supp’d sword, that frankly would have fed,<br> +Pleas’d with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.<br> +[Sheathes his sword]<br> +Come, tie his body to my horse’s tail;<br> +Along the field I will the Troian trail.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -7174,7 +7171,7 @@ the rest, marching </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Sold</i>. [Within] Achilles! Achilles! Hector’s slain.<br/> +<i>Sold</i>. [Within] Achilles! Achilles! Hector’s slain.<br> Achilles! </p> @@ -7183,15 +7180,15 @@ Achilles! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Aiax</i>. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;<br/> +<i>Aiax</i>. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;<br> Great Hector was as good a man as he. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Agam</i>. March patiently along. Let one be sent<br/> -To pray Achilles see us at our tent.<br/> -If in his death the gods have us befriended;<br/> -Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.<br/> +<i>Agam</i>. March patiently along. Let one be sent<br> +To pray Achilles see us at our tent.<br> +If in his death the gods have us befriended;<br> +Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.<br> Exeunt </p> @@ -7200,7 +7197,7 @@ Enter Æneas, Paris, Antenor, and Diephœbus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Æne</i>. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field.<br/> +<i>Æne</i>. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field.<br> Never go home; here starve we out the night. </p> @@ -7209,16 +7206,16 @@ Enter Troylus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Hector is slain.<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Hector is slain.<br> ALL. Hector! The gods forbid! </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. He’s dead, and at the murderer’s horse’s tail,<br/> -In beastly sort, dragg’d through the shameful field.<br/> -Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed.<br/> -Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy.<br/> -I say at once let your brief plagues be mercy,<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. He’s dead, and at the murderer’s horse’s tail,<br> +In beastly sort, dragg’d through the shameful field.<br> +Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed.<br> +Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy.<br> +I say at once let your brief plagues be mercy,<br> And linger not our sure destructions on. </p> @@ -7227,26 +7224,26 @@ And linger not our sure destructions on. </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. You understand me not that tell me so.<br/> -I do not speak of flight, of fear of death,<br/> -But dare all imminence that gods and men<br/> -Address their dangers in. Hector is gone.<br/> -Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?<br/> -Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call’d<br/> -Go in to Troy, and say there ‘Hector’s dead.’<br/> -There is a word will Priam turn to stone;<br/> -Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,<br/> -Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,<br/> -Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away;<br/> -Hector is dead; there is no more to say.<br/> -Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,<br/> -Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,<br/> -Let Titan rise as early as he dare,<br/> -I’ll through and through you. And, thou great-siz’d coward,<br/> -No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;<br/> -I’ll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,<br/> -That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy’s thoughts.<br/> -Strike a free march to Troy. With comfort go;<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. You understand me not that tell me so.<br> +I do not speak of flight, of fear of death,<br> +But dare all imminence that gods and men<br> +Address their dangers in. Hector is gone.<br> +Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?<br> +Let him that will a screech-owl aye be call’d<br> +Go in to Troy, and say there ‘Hector’s dead.’<br> +There is a word will Priam turn to stone;<br> +Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,<br> +Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word,<br> +Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away;<br> +Hector is dead; there is no more to say.<br> +Stay yet. You vile abominable tents,<br> +Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,<br> +Let Titan rise as early as he dare,<br> +I’ll through and through you. And, thou great-siz’d coward,<br> +No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;<br> +I’ll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,<br> +That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy’s thoughts.<br> +Strike a free march to Troy. With comfort go;<br> Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. </p> @@ -7259,8 +7256,8 @@ Enter Pandarus </p> <p class="drama"> -<i>Troy</i>. Hence, broker-lackey. Ignominy and shame<br/> -Pursue thy life and live aye with thy name!<br/> +<i>Troy</i>. Hence, broker-lackey. Ignominy and shame<br> +Pursue thy life and live aye with thy name!<br> Exeunt all but Pandarus </p> @@ -7268,22 +7265,22 @@ Exeunt all but Pandarus <i>Pan</i>. A goodly medicine for my aching bones! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis’d! traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be so lov’d, and the performance so -loathed? What verse for it? What instance for it? Let me see.<br/> -Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing<br/> -Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;<br/> -And being once subdu’d in armed trail,<br/> -Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.<br/> -Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted<br/> -cloths. As many as be here of pander’s hall,<br/> -Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall;<br/> -Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,<br/> -Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.<br/> -Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,<br/> -Some two months hence my will shall here be made.<br/> -It should be now, but that my fear is this,<br/> -Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss.<br/> -Till then I’ll sweat and seek about for eases,<br/> -And at that time bequeath you my diseases.<br/> +loathed? What verse for it? What instance for it? Let me see.<br> +Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing<br> +Till he hath lost his honey and his sting;<br> +And being once subdu’d in armed trail,<br> +Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.<br> +Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted<br> +cloths. As many as be here of pander’s hall,<br> +Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar’s fall;<br> +Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,<br> +Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.<br> +Brethren and sisters of the hold-door trade,<br> +Some two months hence my will shall here be made.<br> +It should be now, but that my fear is this,<br> +Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss.<br> +Till then I’ll sweat and seek about for eases,<br> +And at that time bequeath you my diseases.<br> Exeunt </p> diff --git a/1124-h/images/cover.jpg b/1124-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..21e2b3c --- /dev/null +++ b/1124-h/images/cover.jpg |
