Troylus and Cressida.
Here comes Patroclus.
Nes.
No Achilles with him?
No Achilles with him?
Vlis.
The Elephant hath joynts, but none for curtesie:
His legge are legs for necessitie, not for flight.
The Elephant hath joynts, but none for curtesie:
His legge are legs for necessitie, not for flight.
Patro.
Achilles bids me say he is much sorry:
If any thing more then your sport and pleasure,
Did moue your greatnesse, and this noble State,
To call vpon him; he hopes is no other,
But for your health, and your digestion sake;
An after Dinners breath.
Achilles bids me say he is much sorry:
If any thing more then your sport and pleasure,
Did moue your greatnesse, and this noble State,
To call vpon him; he hopes is no other,
But for your health, and your digestion sake;
An after Dinners breath.
Aga.
Heare you Patroclus:
We are too well acquainted with these answers:
But his euasion winged thus twist with scorne,
Cannot outflye our apprehensions.
Much attribute he hath, and much the reason,
Why we ascribe it to him, yet all his vertues,
Not vertuously of his owne part beheld,
Doe in our eyes, begin to loose their glosse;
Yea, and like faire Fruit in an vnholdsome dish,
Are like to rot vntasted: goe and tell him,
We came to speake with him; and you shall not sinne,
If you doe say, we thinke him ouer proud,
And vnder honest; in selfe-assumption greater
Then in the note of iudgement: & worthier then himselfe
Here tends the sauage strangenesse he puts on,
Disguise the holy strength of their command:
And vnder write in an obseruing kinde
His humorous predominance, yea watch
His pettish lines, his ebs, his flowes, as if
The passage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tyde. Goe tell him this, and adde,
That if he ouerhold his price so much,
Weele none of him; but let him, like an Engin
Not portable, lye vnder this report.
Bring action hither, this cannot goe to warre:
A stirring Dwarfe, we doe allowance giue,
Before a sleeping Gyant: tell him so.
Heare you Patroclus:
We are too well acquainted with these answers:
But his euasion winged thus twist with scorne,
Cannot outflye our apprehensions.
Much attribute he hath, and much the reason,
Why we ascribe it to him, yet all his vertues,
Not vertuously of his owne part beheld,
Doe in our eyes, begin to loose their glosse;
Yea, and like faire Fruit in an vnholdsome dish,
Are like to rot vntasted: goe and tell him,
We came to speake with him; and you shall not sinne,
If you doe say, we thinke him ouer proud,
And vnder honest; in selfe-assumption greater
Then in the note of iudgement: & worthier then himselfe
Here tends the sauage strangenesse he puts on,
Disguise the holy strength of their command:
And vnder write in an obseruing kinde
His humorous predominance, yea watch
His pettish lines, his ebs, his flowes, as if
The passage and whole carriage of this action
Rode on his tyde. Goe tell him this, and adde,
That if he ouerhold his price so much,
Weele none of him; but let him, like an Engin
Not portable, lye vnder this report.
Bring action hither, this cannot goe to warre:
A stirring Dwarfe, we doe allowance giue,
Before a sleeping Gyant: tell him so.
Pat.
I shall, and bring his answere presently.
I shall, and bring his answere presently.
Aga.
In second voyce weele not be satisfied,
Exit Vlisses.We come to speake with him, Vlisses enter you.
In second voyce weele not be satisfied,
Exit Vlisses.We come to speake with him, Vlisses enter you.
Aiax.
What is he more then another?
What is he more then another?
Aga.
No more then what he thinkes he is.
No more then what he thinkes he is.
Aia.
Is he so much, doe you not thinke, he thinkes
himselfe a better man then I am?
Is he so much, doe you not thinke, he thinkes
himselfe a better man then I am?
Ag.
No question.
No question.
Aiax.
Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is?
Will you subscribe his thought, and say he is?
Ag.
No, Noble Aiax, you are as strong, as valiant, as
wise, no lesse noble, much more gentle, and altogether
more tractable.
No, Noble Aiax, you are as strong, as valiant, as
wise, no lesse noble, much more gentle, and altogether
more tractable.
Aiax.
Why should a man be proud? How doth pride
grow? I know not what it is.
Why should a man be proud? How doth pride
grow? I know not what it is.
Aga.
Your minde is the cleerer Aiax, and your vertues
the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp himselfe; Pride is his
owne Glasse, his owne trumpet, his owne Chronicle, and
what euer praises it selfe but in the deed, deuoures the
deede in the praise.
Your minde is the cleerer Aiax, and your vertues
the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp himselfe; Pride is his
owne Glasse, his owne trumpet, his owne Chronicle, and
what euer praises it selfe but in the deed, deuoures the
deede in the praise.
Enter Vlysses.
Aiax.
I do hate proud man, as I hate the ingendring of Toades.
I do hate proud man, as I hate the ingendring of Toades.
Nest.
Yet he loues himself: is't not strange?
Yet he loues himself: is't not strange?
Vlis.
Achilles will not to the field to morrow.
Achilles will not to the field to morrow.
Ag.
What's his excuse?
What's his excuse?
Vlis.
He doth relye on none,
But carries on the streame of his dispose,
Without obseruance or respect of any,
In will peculiar, and in selfe admission.
He doth relye on none,
But carries on the streame of his dispose,
Without obseruance or respect of any,
In will peculiar, and in selfe admission.
Aga.
Why, will he not vpon our Faire request,
Vntent this person, and share the ayre with vs?
Why, will he not vpon our Faire request,
Vntent this person, and share the ayre with vs?
Vlis.
Things small as nothing, fore requests sake onely
He makes important; possest he is with greatnesse,
And speakes not to himselfe, but with a pride
That quarrels at selfe-breath. Imagin'd wroth
Holds in his bloud such swolne and hot discourse,
That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts,
Kingdome'd Achilles in commotion rages,
And batters gainst it selfe; what should I say?
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it,
Cry no recouery.
Things small as nothing, fore requests sake onely
He makes important; possest he is with greatnesse,
And speakes not to himselfe, but with a pride
That quarrels at selfe-breath. Imagin'd wroth
Holds in his bloud such swolne and hot discourse,
That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts,
Kingdome'd Achilles in commotion rages,
And batters gainst it selfe; what should I say?
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it,
Cry no recouery.
Ag.
Let Aiax goe to him,
Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent;
'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led
At your request a little from himselfe.
Let Aiax goe to him,
Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent;
'Tis said he holds you well, and will be led
At your request a little from himselfe.
Vlis.
O Agamemnon, let it not be so.
Weele consecrate the steps that Aiax makes.
When they goe from Achilles; shall the proud Lord,
That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame,
And neuer suffers matter of the world,
Enter his thoughts: saue such as doe reuolue
And ruminate himselfe. Shall he be worshipt,
Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee?
No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord,
Must not so staule his Palme, nobly acquir'd,
Nor by my will assubiugate his merit,
As amply titled as Achilles is: by going to Achilles,
That were to enlard his fat already, pride,
And adde more Coles to Cancer, when he burnes
With entertaining great Hiperion.
This L. goe to him? Iupiter forbid,
And say in thunder, Achilles goe to him.
O Agamemnon, let it not be so.
Weele consecrate the steps that Aiax makes.
When they goe from Achilles; shall the proud Lord,
That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame,
And neuer suffers matter of the world,
Enter his thoughts: saue such as doe reuolue
And ruminate himselfe. Shall he be worshipt,
Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee?
No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord,
Must not so staule his Palme, nobly acquir'd,
Nor by my will assubiugate his merit,
As amply titled as Achilles is: by going to Achilles,
That were to enlard his fat already, pride,
And adde more Coles to Cancer, when he burnes
With entertaining great Hiperion.
This L. goe to him? Iupiter forbid,
And say in thunder, Achilles goe to him.
Nest.
O this is well, he rubs the veine of him.
O this is well, he rubs the veine of him.
Dio.
And how his silence drinkes vp this applause.
And how his silence drinkes vp this applause.
Aia.
If I goe to him, with my armed fist, Ile pash him ore the face.
If I goe to him, with my armed fist, Ile pash him ore the face.
Ag.
O no, you shall not goe.
O no, you shall not goe.
Aia.
And a be proud with me, Ile phese his pride: let
me goe to him.
And a be proud with me, Ile phese his pride: let
me goe to him.
Vlis.
Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.
Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.
Aia.
A paultry insolent fellow.
A paultry insolent fellow.
Nest.
How he describes himselfe.
How he describes himselfe.
Aia.
Can he not be sociable?
Can he not be sociable?
Vlis.
The Rauen chides blacknesse.
The Rauen chides blacknesse.
Aia.
Ile let his humours bloud.
Ile let his humours bloud.
Ag.
He will be the Physitian that should be the patient.
He will be the Physitian that should be the patient.
Aia.
And all men were a my minde.
And all men were a my minde.
Vlis.
Wit would be out of fashion.
Wit would be out of fashion.
Aia.
A should not beare it so, a should eate Swords
first: shall pride carry it?
A should not beare it so, a should eate Swords
first: shall pride carry it?
Nest.
And 'twould, you'ld carry halfe.
And 'twould, you'ld carry halfe.
Vlis.
A would haue ten shares.
A would haue ten shares.
Aia.
I will knede him, He make him supple, hee's not
yet through warme.
I will knede him, He make him supple, hee's not
yet through warme.
Nest.
Force him with praises, poure in, poure in: his
ambition is dry.
Force him with praises, poure in, poure in: his
ambition is dry.
Vlis.
My L. you seede too much on this dislike.
My L. you seede too much on this dislike.
Nest.
Our noble Generall, doe not doe so.
Our noble Generall, doe not doe so.
Diom.
You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Vlis.
Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme,
Here is a man, but 'tis before his face,
I will be silent.
Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme,
Here is a man, but 'tis before his face,
I will be silent.
Nest.
Wherefore should you so?
Wherefore should you so?
He
