Men. I'll have my kiss, sir:-Lady, by your leave. Cres. In kissing, do you render, or receive? Patr. Both take and give. Cres. I'll make my match to live, The kiss you take is better than you give; Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. Cres. You're an odd man; give even, or give none. 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? Cres. You may. Ulyss. Cres. I do desire it. 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 fa[Diomed leads out Cressida. ther. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, H Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out For sluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. All. The Trojans' trumpet. Agam. [Trumpet within. Yonder comes the troop. Enter Hector, arm'd; Æneas, 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 purpose, Pursue each other; or shall they be divided Hector bade ask. Agam. Which way would Hector have it? Ene. He cares not, he'll obey conditions. Achil. 'Tis done like Hector; but securely done, A little proudly, and great deal misprizing Ene. Therefore Achilles: But, whate'er, know this; In the extremity of great and little, Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector; The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well, you. Re-enter Diomed. Agam. Here is sir Diomed:-Go, gentle knight, Stand by our Ajax: as you and lord Æneas Consent upon the order of their fight, So be it; either to the uttermost, 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; His heart and hand both open, and both free; For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes 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. Ene. [Trumpets cease. Princes, enough, so please you. Ajar. 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; A gory emulation 'twixt us twain: Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so, All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood Bounds-in my father's; by Jove multipotent, Thou should'st not bear from me a Greekish mem ber Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our rank feud: But the just gods gainsay, Ajax. I thank thee, Hector: Thou art too gentle, and too free a man: I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence Hect. Not Neoptolemus so mirable (On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st O yes Cries, This is he,) could promise to himself A thought of added honour torn from Hector. Ene. There is expectance here from both the sides, What further you will do. Hect. We'll answer it; The issue is embracement:-Ajax, farewel. Dio. 'Tis Agamemnon's wish: and great Achilles 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. Ajar. Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. |