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And if I had a joy beyond that love,
A friend, have lost him too!

_Hect. _ Speak that again,--
For I could hear it ever,--saidst thou not,
That if thou hadst a joy beyond that love,
It was a friend? O, saidst thou not, a friend!
That doubting _if_ was kind: then thou'rt divided;
And I have still some part.

_Troil. _ If still you have,
You do not care to have it.

_Hect. _ How, not care!

_Troil. _ No, brother, care not.

_Hect. _ Am I but thy brother?

_Troil. _ You told me, I must call you friend no more.

_Hect. _ How far my words were distant from my heart!
Know, when I told thee so, I loved thee most.
Alas! it is the use of human frailty,
To fly to worst extremities with those,
To whom we are most kind.

_Troil. _ Is't possible!
Then you are still my friend.

_Hect. _ Heaven knows I am!

_Troil. _ And can forgive the sallies of my passion?
For I have been to blame, oh! much to blame;
Have said such words, nay, done such actions too,
(Base as I am! ) that my awed conscious soul
Sinks in my breast, nor dare I lift an eye
On him I have offended.

_Hect. _ Peace be to thee,
And calmness ever there. I blame thee not:
I know thou lov'st; and what can love not do!
I cast the wild disorderly account,
Of all thy words and deeds, on that mad passion:
I pity thee, indeed I pity thee.

_Troil. _ Do, for I need it: Let me lean my head
Upon thy bosom, all my peace dwells there;
Thou art some god, or much, much more than man!

_Hect. _ Alas, to lose the joys of all thy youth,
One who deserved thy love!

_Troil. _ Did she deserve?

_Hect. _ She did.

_Troil. _ Then sure she was no common creature?

_Hect. _ I said it in my rage; I thought not so.

_Troil. _ That thought has blessed me! But to lose this love,
After long pains, and after short possession!

_Hect. _ I feel it for thee: Let me go to Priam,
I'll break this treaty off; or let me fight:
I'll be thy champion, and secure both her,
And thee, and Troy.

_Troil. _ It must not be, my brother;
For then your error would be more than mine:
I'll bring her forth, and you shall bear her hence;
That you have pitied me is my reward.

_Hect. _ Go, then; and the good gods restore her to thee,
And, with her, all the quiet of thy mind!
The triumph of this kindness be thy own;
And heaven and earth this testimony yield,
That friendship never gained a nobler field. [_Exeunt severally. _


ACT IV. SCENE I.

_Enter_ PANDARUS _and_ CRESSIDA _meeting. _

_Pand. _ Is't possible? no sooner got but lost?
The devil take Antenor! the young prince will go mad:
A plague upon Antenor! would they had broke his neck!

_Cres. _ How now? what's the matter? Who was here?

_Pand. _ Oh, oh!

_Cres. _ Why sigh you so? O, where's my Troilus?
Tell me, sweet uncle, what's the matter?

_Pand. _ Would I were as deep under the earth, as
I am above it!

_Cres. _ O, the gods! What's the matter?

_Pand. _ Pr'ythee get thee in; would thou hadst never been born!
I knew thou wouldst be his death; oh, poor gentleman!
A plague upon Antenor!

_Cres. _ Good uncle, I beseech you on my knees, tell me what's the
matter?

_Pand. _ Thou must be gone, girl; thou must be gone, to the fugitive
rogue-priest, thy father: (and he's my brother too; but that's all one
at this time:) A pox upon Antenor!

_Cres. _ O, ye immortal gods! I will not go.

_Pand. _ Thou must, thou must.

_Cres. _ I will not: I have quite forgot my father.
I have no touch of birth, no spark of nature,
No kin, no blood, no life; nothing so near me,
As my dear Troilus!

_Enter_ TROILUS.

_Pand. _ Here, here, here he comes, sweet duck!

_Cres. _ O, Troilus, Troilus! [_They both weep over each other;
she running into his arms. _

_Pand. _ What a pair of spectacles is here! let me embrace too. _Oh,
heart,_--as the saying is,--
_--o heart, o heavy heart,
Why sigh'st thou without breaking! _
Where he answers again,
_Because thou can'st not ease thy smart,
By friendship nor by speaking. _
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?

_Troil. _ Cressid, I love thee with so strange a purity,
That the blest gods, angry with my devotions,
More bright in zeal than that I pay their altars,
Will take thee from my sight.

_Cres. _ Have the gods envy?

_Pand. _ Ay, ay, ay; 'tis too plain a case!

_Cres. _ And is it true, that I must go from Troy?

_Troil. _ A hateful truth.

_Cres. _ What, and from Troilus too?

_Troil. _ From Troy and Troilus,--and suddenly;
So suddenly, 'tis counted out by minutes.

_Cres. _ What, not an hour allowed for taking leave?

_Troil. _ Even that's bereft us too: Our envious fates
Jostle betwixt, and part the dear adieus
Of meeting lips, clasped hands, and locked embraces.

_Æneas. _ [_Within. _] My lord, is the lady ready yet?

_Troil. _ Hark, you are called! --Some say, the genius so
Cries,--Come, to him who instantly must die.

_Pand. _ Where are my tears? some rain to lay this wind,
Or my heart will be blown up by the roots!

_Troil. _ Hear me, my love! be thou but true, like me.

_Cres. _ I true! how now, what wicked thought is this?

_Troil. _ Nay, we must use expostulation kindly,
For it is parting from us.
I spoke not, be thou true, as fearing thee;
But be thou true, I said, to introduce
My following protestation,--be thou true,
And I will see thee.

_Cres. _ You'll be exposed to dangers.

_Troil. _ I care not; but be true.

_Cres. _ Be true, again?

_Troil. _ Hear why I speak it, love.
The Grecian youths are full of Grecian arts:
Alas! a kind of holy jealousy,
Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin,
Makes me afraid how far you may be tempted.

_Cres. _ O heavens, you love me not!

_Troil. _ Die I a villain then!
In this I do not call your faith in question,
But my own merit.

_Cres. _ Fear not; I'll be true.

_Troil. _ Then, fate, thy worst! for I will see thee, love;
Not all the Grecian host shall keep me out,
Nor Troy, though walled with fire, should hold me in.

_Æneas. _ [_Within. _] My lord, my lord Troilus! I must call you.

_Pand. _ A mischief call him! nothing but screech-owls? do, do, call
again; you had best part them now in the sweetness of their
love! --I'll be hanged if this Æneas be the son of Venus, for all his
bragging. Honest Venus was a punk; would she have parted lovers? no,
he has not a drop of Venus' blood in him--honest Venus was a punk.

_Troil. _ [_To Pand. _] Pr'ythee, go out, and gain one minute more.

_Pand. _ Marry and I will: follow you your business; lose no time, 'tis
very precious; go, bill again: I'll tell the rogue his own, I warrant
him. [_Exit_ PANDARUS.

_Cres. _ What have we gained by this one minute more?

_Troil. _ Only to wish another, and another,
A longer struggling with the pangs of death.

_Cres. _ O, those, who do not know what parting is,
Can never learn to die!

_Troil. _ When I but think this sight may be our last,
If Jove could set me in the place of Atlas,
And lay the weight of heaven and gods upon me,
He could not press me more.

_Cres. _ Oh let me go, that I may know my grief;
Grief is but guessed, while thou art standing by:
But I too soon shall know what absence is.

_Troil. _ Why, 'tis to be no more; another name for death:
'Tis the sun parting from the frozen north;
And I, methinks, stand on some icy cliff,
To watch the last low circles that he makes,
'Till he sink down from heaven! O only Cressida,
If thou depart from me, I cannot live:
I have not soul enough to last for grief,
But thou shalt hear what grief has done with me.

_Cres. _ If I could live to hear it, I were false.
But, as a careful traveller, who, fearing
Assaults of robbers, leaves his wealth behind,
I trust my heart with thee; and to the Greeks
Bear but an empty casket.

_Troil.
_ Then I will live, that I may keep that treasure;
And, armed with this assurance, let thee go,
Loose, yet secure as is the gentle hawk,
When, whistled off, she mounts into the wind.
Our love's like mountains high above the clouds;
Though winds and tempests beat their aged feet,
Their peaceful heads nor storm nor thunder know,
But scorn the threatening rack that rolls below. [_Exeunt. _


SCENE II.

ACHILLES _and_ PATROCLUS _standing in their tent. _--ULYSSES
AGAMEMNON, MENELAUS, NESTOR, _and_ AJAX, _passing over the stage. _

_Ulys. _ Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent:
Please it our general to pass strangely by him,
As if he were forgot; and, princes all,
Look on him with neglectful eyes and scorn:
Pride must be cured by pride.

_Agam. _ We'll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pass along;
So do each prince; either salute him not,
Or else disdainfully, which will shake him more
Than if not looked on. I will lead the way.

_Achil. _ What, comes the general to speak with me?
You know my mind; I'll fight no more with Troy.

_Agam. _ What says Achilles? would he aught with us?

_Nest. _ Would you, my lord, aught with the general?

_Achil. _ No.

_Nest. _ Nothing, my lord.

_Agam. _ The better.

_Menel. _ How do you, how do you?

_Achil. _ What, does the cuckold scorn me!

_Ajax. _ How now, Patroclus?

_Achil. _ Good morrow, Ajax.

_Ajax. _ Ha!

_Achil. _ Good morrow.

_Ajax. _ Ay; and good next day too.
[_Exeunt all but_ ACHILLES _and_ PATROCLUS.

_Achil. _ What mean these fellows? know they not Achilles?

_Patro. _ They pass by strangely; they were used to bow,
And send their smiles before them to Achilles;
To come as humbly as they used to creep
To holy altars.

_Achil. _ Am I poor of late?
'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune,
Must fall out with men too: what the declined is,
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings but to the summer.

_Patro. _ 'Tis known you are in love with Hector's sister,
And therefore will not fight; and your not fighting
Draws on you this contempt. I oft have told you,
A woman, impudent and mannish grown,
Is not more loathed than an effeminate man,
In time of action: I am condemned for this:
They think my little appetite to war
Deads all the fire in you; but rouse yourself,
And love shall from your neck unloose his folds;
Or, like a dew-drop from a lion's mane,
Be shaken into air.

_Achil. _ Shall Ajax fight with Hector?

_Patro. _ Yes, and perhaps shall gain much honour by him.

_Achil. _ I see my reputation is at stake.

_Patro. _ O then beware; those wounds heal ill, that men
Have given themselves, because they give them deepest.

_Achil. _ I'll do something;
But what I know not yet. --No more; our champion.

_Re-enter_ AJAX, AGAMEMNON, MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, DIOMEDE,
_Trumpet. _

_Agam. _ Here art thou, daring combat, valiant Ajax.
Give, with thy trumpet, a loud note to Troy,
Thou noble champion, that the sounding air
May pierce the ears of the great challenger,
And call him hither.

_Ajax. _ Trumpet, take that purse:
Now crack thy lungs, and split the sounding brass;
Thou blow'st for Hector.
[_Trumpet sounds, and is answered from within. _

_Enter_ HECTOR, ÆNEAS, _and other Trojans. _

_Agam. _ Yonder comes the troop.

_Æn. _ [_Coming to the Greeks. _]
Health to the Grecian lords:--What shall be done
To him that shall be vanquished? or do you purpose
A victor should be known? will you, the knights
Shall to the edge of all extremity
Pursue each other, or shall be divided
By any voice or order of the field?
Hector bade ask.

_Agam. _ Which way would Hector have it?

_Æn. _ He cares not, he'll obey conditions.

_Achil. _ 'Tis done like Hector, but securely done;
A little proudly, and too much despising
The knight opposed; he might have found his match.

_Æn. _ If not Achilles, sir, what is your name?

_Achil. _ If not Achilles, nothing.

_Æn. _ Therefore Achilles; but whoe'er, know this;
Great Hector knows no pride: weigh him but well,
And that, which looks like pride, is courtesy.
This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood,
In love whereof half Hector stays at home.

_Achil. _ A maiden battle? I perceive you then.

_Agam. _ Go, Diomede, and stand by valiant Ajax;
As you and lord Æneas shall consent,
So let the fight proceed, or terminate.
[_The trumpets sound on both sides, while_ ÆNEAS
_and_ DIOMEDE _take their places, as Judges of
the field. The Trojans and Grecians rank
themselves on either side. _

_Ulys. _ They are opposed already.
[_Fight equal at first, then_ AJAX _has_ HECTOR
_at disadvantage; at last_ HECTOR _closes,_
AJAX _falls on one knee,_ HECTOR _stands over
him, but strikes not, and_ AJAX _rises. _

_Æn. _ [_Throwing his gauntlet betwixt them. _]
Princes, enough; you have both shown much valour.

_Diom. _ And we, as judges of the field, declare,
The combat here shall cease.

_Ajax,_ I am not warm yet, let us fight again.

_Æn. _ Then let it be as Hector shall determine.

_Hect. _ If it be left to me, I will no more. --
Ajax, thou art my aunt Hesione's son;
The obligation of our blood forbids us.
But, were thy mixture Greek and Trojan so,
That thou couldst say, this part is Grecian all,
And this is Trojan,--hence thou shouldst not bear
One Grecian limb, wherein my pointed sword
Had not impression made. But heaven forbid
That any drop, thou borrowest from my mother,
Should e'er be drained by me: let me embrace thee, cousin.
By him who thunders, thou hast sinewy arms:
Hector would have them fall upon him thus:-- [_Embrace. _
Thine be the honour, Ajax.

_Ajax. _ I thank thee, Hector;
Thou art too gentle, and too free a man.
I came to kill thee, cousin, and to gain
A great addition from that glorious act:
But thou hast quite disarmed me.

_Hect. _ I am glad;
For 'tis the only way I could disarm thee.

_Ajax. _ If I might in intreaty find success,
I would desire to see thee at my tent.

_Diom. _ 'Tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles;
Both long to see the valiant Hector there.

_Hect. _ Æneas, call my brother Troilus to me;
And you two sign this friendly interview.
[AGAMEMNON, _and the chief of both
sides approach. _

_Agam. _ [_To HECT. _]
Worthy of arms, as welcome as to one,
Who would be rid of such an enemy. --
[_To_ TROIL. ] My well-famed lord of Troy, no less to you.

_Nest. _ I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee often,
Labouring for destiny, make cruel way
Through ranks of Grecian youth; and I have seen thee
As swift as lightning spur thy Phrygian steed,
And seen thee scorning many forfeit lives,
When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' th' air,
Not letting it decline on prostrate foes;
That I have said to all the standers-by,
Lo, Jove is yonder, distributing life.

_Hect. _ Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,
Who hast so long walked hand in hand with time:
Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee.

_Ulys. _ I wonder now, how yonder city stands,
When we have here her base and pillar by us.

_Hect. _ I know your count'nance, lord Ulysses, well.
Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead,
Since first I saw yourself and Diomede
In Ilion, on your Greekish embassy.

_Achil. _ Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
I have with exact view perused thee, Hector,
And quoted joint by joint.

_Hect. _ Is this Achilles?

_Achil. _ I am Achilles.

_Hect. _ Stand fair, I pr'ythee, let me look on thee.

_Achil. _ Behold thy fill.

_Hect. _ Nay, I have done already.

_Achil. _ Thou art too brief. I will, the second time,
As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.

_Hect. _ O, like a book of sport, thou read'st me o'er;
But there's more in me than thou understand'st.

_Achil. _ Tell me, ye heavens, in which part of his body
Shall I destroy him? there, or there, or there?
That I may give the imagined wound a name,
And make distinct the very breach, whereout
Hector's great spirit flew! answer me, heavens!

_Hect. _ Wert thou an oracle to tell me this,
I'd not believe thee; henceforth guard thee well,
I'll kill thee every where.
Ye noble Grecians, pardon me this boast;
His insolence draws folly from my lips;
But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words,
Else may I never--

_Ajax. _ Do not chafe thee, cousin;--
And you, Achilles, let these threats alone;
You may have every day enough of Hector,
If you have stomach; the general state, I fear,
Can scarce intreat you to perform your boast.

_Hect. _ I pray you, let us see you in the field;
We have had pelting wars, since you refused
The Grecian cause.

_Achil. _ Do'st thou entreat me, Hector?
To-morrow will I meet thee, fierce as death;
To-night, all peace.

_Hect. _ Thy hand upon that match.

_Agam. _ First, all you Grecian princes, go with me,
And entertain great Hector; afterwards,
As his own leisure shall concur with yours,
You may invite him to your several tents.
[_Exeunt_ AGAM. HECT. MENEL. NEST. DIOM.
_together. _

_Troil. _ My lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you,
In what part of the field does Calchas lodge?

_Ulys. _ At Menelaus' tent:
There Diomede does feast with him to-night;
Who neither looks on heaven or on earth,
But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view
On Cressida alone.

_Troil. _ Shall I, brave lord, be bound to you so much,
After we part from Agamemnon's tent,
To bring me thither?

_Ulys. _ I shall wait on you.
As freely tell me, of what honour was
This Cressida in Troy? had she no lovers there,
Who mourn her absence?

_Troil. _ O sir, to such as boasting show their scars,
Reproof is due: she loved and was beloved;
That's all I must impart. Lead on, my lord.
[_Exeunt_ ULYSSES _and_ TROILUS.

_Achil. _ [_To_ PATRO. ]
I'll heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
Which with my sword I mean to cool to-morrow.
Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.