Act 3 — Scene III. The Grecian camp.

Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you,[1682] The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind[1683] That, through the sight I bear in things to love,[1684] I have abandon'd Troy, left my possession,[1685] 5 Incurr'd a traitor's name; exposed myself, From certain and possess'd conveniences, To doubtful fortunes; sequestering from me all[1686] That time, acquaintance, custom and condition Made tame and most familiar to my nature, 10 And here, to do you service, am become As new into the world, strange, unacquainted:[1687] I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit, Out of those many register'd in promise, 15 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, Yesterday took: Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you—often have you thanks therefore— 20 Desired my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still denied: but this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs[1688] That their negotiations all must slack, Wanting his manage; and they will almost[1689] 25 Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,[1690] 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. Agam. Let Diomedes bear him,[1691] 30 And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have What he requests of us. Good Diomed, Furnish you fairly for this interchange: Withal, bring word if Hector will to-morrow[1692] Be answer'd in his challenge: Ajax is ready. 35 Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burthen Which I am proud to bear. [Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas.

Ulyss. Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent: Please it our general pass strangely by him,[1694] As if he were forgot; and, princes all, 40 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:[1695] If so, I have derision medicinable,[1696] To use between your strangeness and his pride,[1697] 45 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 Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees. Agam. We'll execute your purpose and put on 50 A form of strangeness as we pass along; So do each lord, and either greet him not 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? 55 You know my mind; I'll fight no more 'gainst 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. 60 Agam. The better. [Exeunt Agamemnon and Nestor.[1698] Achil. Good day, good day. Men. How do you? how do you? [Exit.[1699] Achil. What, does the cuckold scorn me? Ajax. How now, Patroclus! 65 Achil. Good morrow, Ajax. Ajax. Ha?[1700] Achil. Good morrow.[1701] Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exit.[1702] Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?[1703] 70 Patr. They pass by strangely: they were used to bend,[1704] To send their smiles before them to Achilles, To come as humbly as they used to creep[1705][1706] To holy altars.[1705] Achil. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, greatness, once fall'n out with fortune, 75 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, And not a man, for being simply man,[1707] 80 Hath any honour, but honour for those honours[1708] That are without him, as place, riches, and favour,[1709] Prizes of accident as oft as merit: Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,[1710] 85 Do one pluck down another and together[1711][1712] Die in the fall. But 'tis not so with me:[1712] 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 90 Something not worth in me such rich beholding[1713] As they have often given. Here is Ulysses: I'll interrupt his reading.[1714] How now, Ulysses![1714] Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son![1715] Achil. What are you reading? Ulyss. A strange fellow here 95 Writes me: 'That man, how dearly ever parted, 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[1716] 100 Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver.'[1717] Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here in the face[1718] The bearer knows not, but commends itself[1719] To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself,[1720] 105 That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself,[1720] Not going from itself; but eye to eye opposed[1721] Salutes each other with each other's form:[1722] For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell'd and is married there[1723] 110 Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.[1724] Ulyss. I do not strain at the position—[1725] It is familiar—but at the author's drift;[1726] Who in his circumstance expressly proves That no man is the lord of any thing,[1727] 115 Though in and of him there be much consisting,[1728] Till he communicate his parts to others; Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them formed in the applause[1729] Where they're extended; who, like an arch, reverberates[1730] 120 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;[1731] And apprehended here immediately[1731][1732] The unknown Ajax.[1731][1733] 125 Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse;[1731][1733] That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are,[1731][1733][1734] Most abject in regard and dear in use![1731][1733][1735] What things again most dear in the esteem[1733] And poor in worth! Now shall we see to-morrow—[1733][1736] 130 An act that very chance doth throw upon him—[1733][1736][1737] Ajax renown'd. O heavens, what some men do,[1733][1736][1738] While some men leave to do![1733][1739] How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall,[1739][1740] While others play the idiots in her eyes![1739] 135 How one man eats into another's pride, While pride is fasting in his wantonness![1741] To see these Grecian lords! Why, even already They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder, As if his foot were on brave Hector's breast[1742] 140 And great Troy shrieking.[1743] Achil. I do believe it; for they pass'd by me[1744][1745] As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me[1744] Good word nor look: what, are my deeds forgot?[1744][1746] Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back 145 Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:[1747] Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd[1748] As fast as they are made, forgot as soon[1748] As done: perseverance, dear my lord,[1748][1749][1750] 150 Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang[1749] Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail[1751] In monumental mockery. Take the instant way;[1752] For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path;[1753] 155 For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,[1754] Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost:[1755][1756][1757] 160 Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank,[1755][1756][1757][1758] Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,[1755][1756][1759][1760][1761] O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present,[1755][1756][1760] Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours;[1755][1762] For time is like a fashionable host[1755] 165 That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,[1755] And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,[1755][1763] Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,[1755][1764] And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek[1755][1765][1766] Remuneration for the thing it was;[1755][1766][1767] 170 For beauty, wit,[1755][1767] High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,[1755][1768] Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all[1755][1769] To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin; 175 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[1770][1771] More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.[1770][1772] The present eye praises the present object: 180 Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax;[1773] Since things in motion sooner catch the eye[1774] Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,[1775] And still it might, and yet it may again, 185 If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive And case thy reputation in thy tent, Whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves,[1776] And drave great Mars to faction. Achil. Of this my privacy[1777] 190 I have strong reasons. Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy[1778] The reasons are more potent and heroical: 'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam's daughters. Achil. Ha! known?[1779] Ulyss. Is that a wonder? 195 The providence that's in a watchful state Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold,[1780] Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps,[1781] Keeps place with thought and almost like the gods[1782][1783] Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.[1782][1784] 200 There is a mystery, with whom relation[1785] Durst never meddle, in the soul of state; Which hath an operation more divine Than breath or pen can give expressure to:[1786] All the commerce that you have had with Troy 205 As perfectly is ours as yours, my lord; And better would it fit Achilles much To throw down Hector than Polyxena: But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, When fame shall in our islands sound her trump;[1787] 210 And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing 'Great Hector's sister did Achilles win, But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.'[1788] Farewell, my lord: I as your lover speak; The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break. [Exit.[1789]215 Patr. To this effect, Achilles, have I moved you:[1790] A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loathed than an effeminate man In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this;[1791] They think my little stomach to the war 220 And your great love to me restrains you thus: Sweet, rouse yourself, and the weak wanton Cupid[1792] Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold,[1793] And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,[1794] Be shook to air.[1795] Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector? 225 Patr. Ay, and perhaps receive much honour by him. Achil. I see my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gored.[1796] Patr. O, then, beware; Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves: Omission to do what is necessary 230 Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the sun.[1797] Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus: I'll send the fool to Ajax and desire him 235 To invite the Trojan lords after the combat To see us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing,[1798] An appetite that I am sick withal, To see great Hector in his weeds of peace;[1799] To talk with him, and to behold his visage, 240 Even to my full of view.—A labour saved!

Ther. A wonder![1801] Achil. What? Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself. Achil. How so? 245 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, a' stalks up and down like a peacock,—a[1802] 250 stride and a stand: ruminates like an 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[1803] coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without 255 knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he'll break't himself in vainglory.[1804] He knows not me: I said 'Good morrow, Ajax;' and he replies 'Thanks, Agamemnon.' What think you of[1805] this man, that takes me for the general? He's grown a very 260 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.[1806] Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer nobody; he professes not answering: speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue 265 in's arms. I will put on his presence: let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.[1807] Achil. To him, Patroclus: tell him I humbly desire the valiant Ajax to invite the most valorous Hector to[1808] come unarmed to my tent, and to procure safe-conduct for 270 his person of the magnanimous and most illustrious six-or-seven-times-honoured[1809] captain-general of the Grecian army,[1810] Agamemnon, et cetera. Do this.[1811] Patr. Jove bless great Ajax! Ther. Hum! 275 Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles,— Ther. Ha! Patr. Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent,— Ther. Hum! 280 Patr. And to procure safe-conduct from Agamemnon. Ther. Agamemnon? Patr. Ay, my lord. Ther. Ha! Patr. What say you to 't? 285 Ther. God be wi' you, with all my heart.[1812] Patr. Your answer, sir. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven of the[1813] clock it will go one way or other: howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me. 290 Patr. Your answer, sir. Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart.[1814] Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o' tune thus. What music will[1815][1816] be in him when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know[1816] 295 not; but, I am sure, none, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on. Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight. Ther. Let me bear another to his horse; for that's the[1817] more capable creature. 300 Achil. My mind is troubled like a fountain stirr'd, And I myself see not the bottom of it.

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.[1819] 305