Act III. Scene III. Troilus and Cressida. Craig, W.J., ed. 1914. The Oxford Shakespeare

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William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.

Troilus and Cressida

Act III. Scene III.

The Grecian Camp.

Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS.
Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you,
The advantage of the time prompts me aloud	4
To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind
That through the sight I bear in things to come,
I have abandon’d Troy, left my possession,
Incurr’d a traitor’s name; expos’d myself,	8
From certain and possess’d conveniences,
To doubtful fortunes; sequestering from me all
That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition
Made tame and most familiar to my nature;	12
And here, to do you service, have become
As new into the world, strange, unacquainted:
I do beseech you, as in way of taste,
To give me now a little benefit,	16
Out of those many register’d in promise,
Which, you say, live to come in my behalf,
Agam. What wouldst thou of us, Trojan? make demand.
Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call’d Antenor,	20
Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear.
Oft have you—often have you thanks therefore—
Desir’d my Cressid in right great exchange,
Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor	24
I know is such a wrest in their affairs
That their negociations all must slack,
Wanting his manage; and they will almost
Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,	28
In change of him: let him be sent, great princes,
And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence
Shall quite strike off all service I have done,
In most accepted pain.	32
Agam. Let Diomedes bear him,
And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have
What he requests of us. Good Diomed,
Furnish you fairly for this interchange:	36
Withal bring word if Hector will to-morrow
Be answer’d in his challenge: Ajax is ready.
Dio. This shall I undertake; and ’tis a burden
Which I am proud to bear. [Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS.	40

Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their tent.
Ulyss. Achilles stands in the entrance of his tent:
Please it our general to pass strangely by him,
As if he were forgot; and, princes all,	44
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:
I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me
Why such unplausive eyes are bent on him:
If so, I have derision med’cinable	48
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink.
It may do good: pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees	52
Feed arrogance and are the poor man’s fees.
Agam. We’ll execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pass along:
So do each lord, and either greet him not,	56
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more
Than if not look’d on. I will lead the way.
Achil. What! comes the general to speak with me?
You know my mind; I’ll fight no more ’gainst Troy.	60
Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught with us?
Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general?
Achil. No.
Nest. Nothing, my lord.	64
Agam. The better. [Exeunt AGAMEMNON and NESTOR.
Achil. Good day, good day.
Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit.
Achil. What! does the cuckold scorn me?	68
Ajax. How now, Patroclus?
Achil. Good morrow, Ajax.
Ajax. Ha?
Achil. Good morrow.	72
Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exit.
Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us’d to bend,
To send their smiles before them to Achilles;	76
To come as humbly as they us’d to creep
To holy altars.
Achil. What! am I poor of late?
’Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with fortune,	80
Must fall out with men too: what the declin’d 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,	84
And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath any honour, but honour for those honours
That are without him, as places, riches, and favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit:	88
Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,
The love that lean’d on them as slippery too,
Do one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall. But ’tis not so with me:	92
Fortune and I are friends: I do enjoy
At ample point all that I did possess,
Save these men’s looks; who do, methinks, find out
Something not worth in me such rich beholding	96
As they have often given. Here is Ulysses:
I’ll interrupt his reading.
How now, Ulysses!
Ulyss. Now, great Thetis’ son!	100
Achil. What are you reading?
Ulyss. A strange fellow here
Writes me,
That man, how dearly ever parted,	104
How much in having, or without or in,
Cannot make boast to have that which he hath,
Nor feels not what he owes but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon others	108
Heat them, and they retort that heat again
To the first giver.
Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses!
The beauty that is borne here in the face	112
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others’ eyes: nor doth the eye itself—
That most pure spirit of sense—behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos’d	116
Salutes each other with each other’s form;
For speculation turns not to itself
Till it hath travell’d and is mirror’d there
Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.	120
Ulyss. I do not strain at the position,
It is familiar, but at the author’s drift;
Who in his circumstance expressly proves
That no man is the lord of any thing—	124
Though in and of him there be much consisting—
Till he communicate his parts to others:
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Till he behold them form’d in the applause	128
Where they’re extended; who, like an arch, reverberates
The voice again, or, like a gate of steel
Fronting the sun, receives and renders back
His figure and his heat. I was much rapt in this;	132
And apprehended here immediately
The unknown Ajax.
Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse,
That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are,	136
Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
What things again most dear in the esteem
And poor in worth! Now shall we see tomorrow,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him,	140
Ajax renown’d. O heavens! what some men do;
While some men leave to do.
How some men creep in skittish Fortune’s hall,
Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!	144
How one man eats into another’s pride,
While pride is fasting in his wantonness!
To see these Grecian lords! why, even already
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder,	148
As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast,
And great Troy shrinking.
Achil. I do believe it; for they pass’d by me
As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me	152
Good word or look: what! are my deeds forgot?
Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-siz’d monster of ingratitudes:	156
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour’d
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done: perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang	160
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;
For honour travels in a strait so narrow
Where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path;	164
For emulation hath a thousand sons
That one by one pursue: if you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter’d tide they all rush by	168
And leave you hindmost;
Or, like a gallant horse fall’n in first rank,
Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
O’errun and trampled on: then what they do in present,	172
Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours;
For time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
And with his arms outstretch’d, as he would fly,	176
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing. O! let not virtue seek
Remuneration for the thing it was;
For beauty, wit,	180
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,	184
That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past,
And give to dust that is a little gilt
More laud than gilt o’er-dusted.	188
The present eye praises the present object:
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye	192
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
And still it might, and yet it may again,
If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive,
And case thy reputation in thy tent;	196
Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late,
Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves,
And drave great Mars to faction.
Achil. Of this my privacy	200
I have strong reasons.
Ulyss. But ’gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and heroical.
’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love	204
With one of Priam’s daughters.
Achil. Ha! known!
Ulyss. Is that a wonder?
The providence that’s in a watchful state	208
Knows almost every grain of Plutus’ gold,
Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps,
Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods,
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.	212
There is a mystery—with whom relation
Durst never meddle—in the soul of state,
Which hath an operation more divine
Than breath or pen can give expressure to.	216
All the commerce that you have had with Troy
As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord;
And better would it fit Achilles much
To throw down Hector than Polyxena;	220
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When fame shall in our islands sound her trump,
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,
‘Great Hector’s sister did Achilles win,	224
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.’
Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak;
The fool slides o’er the ice that you should break. [Exit.
Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov’d you.	228
A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath’d than an effeminate man
In time of action. I stand condemn’d for this:
They think my little stomach to the war	232
And your great love to me restrains you thus.
Sweet, rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,
And, like a dew-drop from the lion’s mane,	236
Be shook to air.
Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector?
Patr. Ay; and perhaps receive much honour by him.
Achil. I see my reputation is at stake;	240
My fame is shrewdly gor’d.
Patr. O! then, beware;
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves:
Omission to do what is necessary	244
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus:	248
I’ll send the fool to Ajax and desire him
T’ invite the Trojan lords after the combat
To see us here unarmed. I have a woman’s longing,
An appetite that I am sick withal,	252
To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;
To talk with him and to behold his visage,
Even to my full of view. A labour sav’d!

Enter THERSITES.	256
Ther. A wonder!
Achil. What?
Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.
Achil. How so?	260
Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector, and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling that he raves in saying nothing.
Achil. How can that be?
Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride and a stand; ruminates like a hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say ‘There were wit in this head, an ’twould out;’ and so there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man’s undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i’ the combat, he’ll break ’t himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, ‘Good morrow, Ajax;’ and he replies, ‘Thanks, Agamemnon.’ What think you of this man that takes me for the general? He’s grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.
Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to him, Thersites.	264
Ther. Who, I? why, he’ll answer nobody; he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence: let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.
Achil. To him, Patroclus: tell him, I humbly desire the valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarmed to my tent; and to procure safe-conduct for his person of the magnanimous and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honoured captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, et cætera. Do this.
Patr. Jove bless great Ajax!
Ther. Hum!	268
Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles,—
Ther. Ha!
Patr. Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent,—
Ther. Hum!	272
Patr. And to procure safe-conduct from Agamemnon.
Ther. Agamemnon!
Patr. Ay, my lord.
Ther. Ha!	276
Patr. What say you to ’t?
Ther. God be wi’ you, with all my heart.
Patr. Your answer, sir.
Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o’clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me.	280
Patr. Your answer, sir.
Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart.
Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?
Ther. No, but he’s out o’ tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not; but, I am sure, none, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on.	284
Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.
Ther. Let me bear another to his horse, for that’s the more capable creature.
Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr’d;
And I myself see not the bottom of it. [Exeunt ACHILLES and PATROCLUS.	288
Ther. Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep than such a valiant ignorance. [Exit.

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