Ulyss. "Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rises on the toe: that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth. Enter DIOMED, with CRESSIDA. Agam. Is this the lady Cressid? Dio. Even she. Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. Ulyss. Yet is the kindness but particular; "Twere better she were kiss'd in general. Nest. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.So much for Nestor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair Achilles bids you welcome. [lady: Men. I had good argument for kissing once. Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now: For thus popp'd Paris in his hardiment; And parted thus you and your argument. Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns! For which we lose our heads, to gild his horns. Patr. The first was Menelaus' kiss ;-this, mine; Patroclus kisses you. O, this is trim! Men. Cres. In kissing do you render or receive? Cres. I'll make my match to live, The kiss you take is better than you give; Therefore no kiss. Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. [none. Cres. You're an odd man; give even, or give Men. An odd man, lady? every man is odd. Cres. No, Paris is not; for, you know, 'tis true, That you are odd, and he is even with you. Men. You fillip me o' the head. Cres. No, I'll be sworn. Ulyss. It were no match, your nail against his horn. May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you. Ulyss. Cres. Why, beg then. Ulyss. Why then, for Venus' sake, give me a kiss, When Helen is a maid again, and his. Cres. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Ulyss. Never's my day, and then a kiss of you. Dio. Lady, a word;-I'll bring you to your [DIOMED leads out CRESSIDA. father. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fye, fye upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes, And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader! set them down For sluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. All. The Trojan's trumpet. Agam. [Trumpet within. Yonder comes the troop. Enter HECTOR, armed; ENEAS, TROILUS, and other Trojans, with Attendants. Ene. Hail, all the state of Greece! what shall be done To him that victory commands? Or do you pur pose, A victor shall be known? will you, the knights Pursue each other: or shall they be divided Agam. Which way would Hector have it? A little proudly, and great deal misprizing What is your name? Ene. Therefore If not Achilles, sir, If not Achilles, nothing. Achilles: But, whate'er, In the extremity of great and little, The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well, This blended knight, half Trojan, and half Re-enter DIOMED. Agam. Here is Sir Diomed;-Go, gentle Stand by our Ajax: as you and lord Æneas Or else a breath: the combatants being kin, Half stints their strife before their strokes begin. [AJAX and HECTOR enter the lists. Ulyss. They are oppos'd already. Agam. What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy? Ulyss. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight: Not yet mature, yet matchless: firm of word; Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue; Not soon provok'd, nor, being provoked, soon calm'd: His heart and hand both open, and both free; For what he has, he gives, what thinks, he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes VOL. VI. M Agam. They are in action. Nest. Now, Ajax, hold thine own! Tro. Awake thee! Hector, thou sleep'st; Agam. His blows are well dispos'd :—there, Ajax! Dio. You must no more. [Trumpets cease. Ene. Princes, enough, so please you. Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. Dio. As Hector pleases. Hect. Why then, will I no more :Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son, A cousin-german to great Priam's seed; The obligation of our blood forbids A gory emulation 'twixt us twain: Were thy commixtion Greek, and Trojan so, That thou could'st say-This hand is Grecian all, And this is Trojan; the sinews of this leg All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister Bounds-in my father's; By Jove multipotent, Thou should'st not bear from me a Greekish member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Ajax. (On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st O yes Cries, This is he,) could promise to himself sides, What further you will do. Hect. We'll answer it; The issue is embracement:-Ajax, farewell. Ajax. If I might in entreaties find success (As seld I have the chance), I would desire Achilles and great Doth long to see unarm'd the valiant Hector. Hect. Æneas, call my brother Troilus to me: And signify this loving interview To the expecters of our Trojan part; Desire them home.-Give me thy hand, my cousin ; I will go eat with thee, and see your knights. Ajax. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. Hect. The worthiest of them tell me name by name; But for Achilles, my own searching eyes But that's no welcome: Understand more clear, What's past, and what's to come, is strew'd with busks And formless ruin of oblivion; But in this extant moment, faith and troth, Strain'd purely from all hollow bias-drawing, Bids thee, with most divine integrity, From heart of very heart, great Hector, wel come. Hect. I thank thee, most imperious Agamem non. Agam. My well-fam'd lord of Troy, no less to [To TROILUS. Men. Let me confirm my princely brother's you. greeting; You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither. Hect. Whom must we answer? Men. The noble Menelaus. Hect. O you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks! Mock not, that I affect the untraded oath; Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove: She's well, but bade me not commend her to you. Men. Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme. Hect. O, pardon; I offend. Nest. I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, |