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Troilus and Cressida

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Flourish. Enter ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AGAMEMNON , CALCHAS, MENELAUS, and AJAX.	Flourish. Enter ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AGAMEMNON , CALCHAS, MENELAUS, and AJAX.
CALCHAS Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Th’ advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind That, through the sight I bear in things to come, 5 I have abandoned Troy, left my possessions, Incurred a traitor’s name, exposed myself, From certain and possessed conveniences, To doubtful fortunes, sequest’ring from me all That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition 10 Made tame and most familiar to my nature, And here, to do you service, am become As new into the world, strange, unacquainted. I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit 15 Out of those many regist’red in promise, Which you say live to come in my behalf.	CALCHAS Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Th’ advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind That, through the sight I bear in things to come, I have abandoned Troy, left my possessions, Incurred a traitor’s name, exposed myself, From certain and possessed conveniences, To doubtful fortunes, sequest’ring from me all That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition Made tame and most familiar to my nature, And here, to do you service, am become As new into the world, strange, unacquainted. I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit Out of those many regist’red in promise, Which you say live to come in my behalf.
AGAMEMNON What wouldst thou of us, Trojan, make demand?	AGAMEMNON What wouldst thou of us, Trojan, make demand?
CALCHAS You have a Trojan prisoner called Antenor Yesterday took. Troy holds him very dear. 20 Oft have you—often have you thanks therefor— Desired my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs That their negotiations all must slack, 25 Wanting his manage; and they will almost Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam, 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 30 In most accepted pain.	CALCHAS You have a Trojan prisoner called Antenor Yesterday took. Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you—often have you thanks therefor— Desired my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs That their negotiations all must slack, Wanting his manage; and they will almost Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam, 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.
AGAMEMNON 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. 35 Withal, bring word if Hector will tomorrow Be answered in his challenge. Ajax is ready.	AGAMEMNON 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. Withal, bring word if Hector will tomorrow Be answered in his challenge. Ajax is ready.
DIOMEDES This shall I undertake, and ’tis a burden Which I am proud to bear.	DIOMEDES This shall I undertake, and ’tis a burden Which I am proud to bear.
He exits with CALCHAS. ACHILLES and PATROCLUS stand in their tent.	He exits with CALCHAS. ACHILLES and PATROCLUS stand in their tent.
ULYSSES Achilles stands i’ th’ entrance of his tent. 40 Please it our General pass strangely by him As if he were forgot, and, princes all, Lay negligent and loose regard upon him. I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turned on 45 him. If so, I have derision medicinable 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 50 To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees.	ULYSSES Achilles stands i’ th’ entrance of his tent. Please it our General pass strangely by him As if he were forgot, and, princes all, Lay negligent and loose regard upon him. I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turned on him. If so, I have derision medicinable 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 Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees.
AGAMEMNON 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 55 Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Than if not looked on. I will lead the way.	AGAMEMNON 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 Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Than if not looked on. I will lead the way.
They pass before ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. ULYSSES remains in place, reading.	They pass before ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. ULYSSES remains in place, reading.
ACHILLES What, comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind: I’ll fight no more ’gainst Troy.	ACHILLES What, comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind: I’ll fight no more ’gainst Troy.
AGAMEMNON , to NESTOR What says Achilles? Would he aught with us?	AGAMEMNON , to NESTOR What says Achilles? Would he aught with us?
NESTOR , to ACHILLES 60 Would you, my lord, aught with the General?	NESTOR , to ACHILLES Would you, my lord, aught with the General?
ACHILLES No.	ACHILLES No.
NESTOR Nothing, my lord.	NESTOR Nothing, my lord.
AGAMEMNON The better.	AGAMEMNON The better.
AGAMEMNON and NESTOR exit.	AGAMEMNON and NESTOR exit.
ACHILLES , to MENELAUS Good day, good day.	ACHILLES , to MENELAUS Good day, good day.
MENELAUS 65 How do you? How do you? He exits.	MENELAUS How do you? How do you? He exits.
ACHILLES What, does the cuckold scorn me?	ACHILLES What, does the cuckold scorn me?
AJAX How now, Patroclus?	AJAX How now, Patroclus?
ACHILLES Good morrow, Ajax.	ACHILLES Good morrow, Ajax.
AJAX Ha?	AJAX Ha?
ACHILLES 70 Good morrow.	ACHILLES Good morrow.
AJAX Ay, and good next day too.	AJAX Ay, and good next day too.
He exits.	He exits.
ACHILLES What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?	ACHILLES What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
PATROCLUS They pass by strangely. They were used to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles, 75 To come as humbly as they use to creep To holy altars.	PATROCLUS They pass by strangely. They were used to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles, To come as humbly as they use to creep To holy altars.
ACHILLES What, am I poor of late? ’Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with Fortune, Must fall out with men too. What the declined is 80 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, Hath any honor, but honor for those honors 85 That are without him—as place, riches, and favor, Prizes of accident as oft as merit, Which, when they fall, as being slippery slanders, The love that leaned on them, as slippery too, Doth one pluck down another and together 90 Die in the fall. But ’tis not so with me. 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 95 As they have often given. Here is Ulysses. I’ll interrupt his reading.—How now, Ulysses?	ACHILLES What, am I poor of late? ’Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with Fortune, 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, Hath any honor, but honor for those honors That are without him—as place, riches, and favor, Prizes of accident as oft as merit, Which, when they fall, as being slippery slanders, The love that leaned on them, as slippery too, Doth one pluck down another and together Die in the fall. But ’tis not so with me. 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 As they have often given. Here is Ulysses. I’ll interrupt his reading.—How now, Ulysses?
ULYSSES Now, great Thetis’ son—	ULYSSES Now, great Thetis’ son—
ACHILLES What are you reading?	ACHILLES What are you reading?
ULYSSES A strange fellow here 100 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, 105 Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver.	ULYSSES A strange fellow here 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, Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver.
ACHILLES This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here in the face The bearer knows not, but commends itself 110 To others’ eyes; nor doth the eye itself, That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself, Not going from itself, but eye to eye opposed Salutes each other with each other’s form. For speculation turns not to itself 115 Till it hath traveled and is mirrored there Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.	ACHILLES This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here in the face 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 opposed Salutes each other with each other’s form. For speculation turns not to itself Till it hath traveled and is mirrored there Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.
ULYSSES I do not strain at the position— It is familiar—but at the author’s drift, Who in his circumstance expressly proves 120 That no man is the lord of anything— 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 formed in the applause 125 Where they’re extended; who, like an arch, reverb’rate 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 And apprehended here immediately 130 Th’ unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! A very horse, that has he knows not what! Nature, what things there are Most abject in regard, and dear in use, What things again most dear in the esteem 135 And poor in worth! Now shall we see tomorrow— An act that very chance doth throw upon him— Ajax renowned. O, heavens, what some men do While some men leave to do! How some men creep in skittish Fortune’s hall, 140 Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes! 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 145 As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast And great Troy shrieking.	ULYSSES 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 anything— 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 formed in the applause Where they’re extended; who, like an arch, reverb’rate 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 And apprehended here immediately Th’ unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! A very horse, that has he knows not what! Nature, what things there are 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— Ajax renowned. 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! 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 As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast And great Troy shrieking.
ACHILLES I do believe it, for they passed by me As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me Good word nor look. What, are my deeds forgot?	ACHILLES I do believe it, for they passed by me As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me Good word nor look. What, are my deeds forgot?
ULYSSES 150 Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon 155 As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright. To have done is to hang Quite out of fashion like a rusty mail In monumental mock’ry. Take the instant way, For honor travels in a strait so narrow 160 Where one but goes abreast. Keep, then, the path, For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue. If you give way Or turn aside from the direct forthright, Like to an entered tide they all rush by 165 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, 170 Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours; For Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand And, with his arms outstretched as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, 175 And Farewell goes out sighing. Let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was, For beauty, wit, High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity are subjects all 180 To envious and calumniating Time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all, with one consent, praise newborn gauds, Though they are made and molded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt 185 More laud than gilt o’erdusted. 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 190 Than what stirs not. 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, Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late 195 Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves And drave great Mars to faction.	ULYSSES Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright. To have done is to hang Quite out of fashion like a rusty mail In monumental mock’ry. Take the instant way, For honor travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast. Keep, then, the path, For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue. If you give way Or turn aside from the direct forthright, Like to an entered tide they all rush by 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, Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours; For Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand And, with his arms outstretched as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, And Farewell goes out sighing. Let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was, For beauty, wit, High birth, vigor 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, That all, with one consent, praise newborn gauds, Though they are made and molded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o’erdusted. 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 Than what stirs not. 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, Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves And drave great Mars to faction.
ACHILLES Of this my privacy, I have strong reasons.	ACHILLES Of this my privacy, I have strong reasons.
ULYSSES But ’gainst your privacy 200 The reasons are more potent and heroical. ’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam’s daughters.	ULYSSES But ’gainst your privacy The reasons are more potent and heroical. ’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam’s daughters.
ACHILLES Ha? Known?	ACHILLES Ha? Known?

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Flourish. Enter ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AGAMEMNON , CALCHAS, MENELAUS, and AJAX.	Flourish. Enter ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AGAMEMNON , CALCHAS, MENELAUS, and AJAX.
CALCHAS Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Th’ advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind That, through the sight I bear in things to come, 5 I have abandoned Troy, left my possessions, Incurred a traitor’s name, exposed myself, From certain and possessed conveniences, To doubtful fortunes, sequest’ring from me all That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition 10 Made tame and most familiar to my nature, And here, to do you service, am become As new into the world, strange, unacquainted. I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit 15 Out of those many regist’red in promise, Which you say live to come in my behalf.	CALCHAS Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Th’ advantage of the time prompts me aloud To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind That, through the sight I bear in things to come, I have abandoned Troy, left my possessions, Incurred a traitor’s name, exposed myself, From certain and possessed conveniences, To doubtful fortunes, sequest’ring from me all That time, acquaintance, custom, and condition Made tame and most familiar to my nature, And here, to do you service, am become As new into the world, strange, unacquainted. I do beseech you, as in way of taste, To give me now a little benefit Out of those many regist’red in promise, Which you say live to come in my behalf.
AGAMEMNON What wouldst thou of us, Trojan, make demand?	AGAMEMNON What wouldst thou of us, Trojan, make demand?
CALCHAS You have a Trojan prisoner called Antenor Yesterday took. Troy holds him very dear. 20 Oft have you—often have you thanks therefor— Desired my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs That their negotiations all must slack, 25 Wanting his manage; and they will almost Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam, 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 30 In most accepted pain.	CALCHAS You have a Trojan prisoner called Antenor Yesterday took. Troy holds him very dear. Oft have you—often have you thanks therefor— Desired my Cressid in right great exchange, Whom Troy hath still denied; but this Antenor, I know, is such a wrest in their affairs That their negotiations all must slack, Wanting his manage; and they will almost Give us a prince of blood, a son of Priam, 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.
AGAMEMNON 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. 35 Withal, bring word if Hector will tomorrow Be answered in his challenge. Ajax is ready.	AGAMEMNON 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. Withal, bring word if Hector will tomorrow Be answered in his challenge. Ajax is ready.
DIOMEDES This shall I undertake, and ’tis a burden Which I am proud to bear.	DIOMEDES This shall I undertake, and ’tis a burden Which I am proud to bear.
He exits with CALCHAS. ACHILLES and PATROCLUS stand in their tent.	He exits with CALCHAS. ACHILLES and PATROCLUS stand in their tent.
ULYSSES Achilles stands i’ th’ entrance of his tent. 40 Please it our General pass strangely by him As if he were forgot, and, princes all, Lay negligent and loose regard upon him. I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turned on 45 him. If so, I have derision medicinable 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 50 To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees.	ULYSSES Achilles stands i’ th’ entrance of his tent. Please it our General pass strangely by him As if he were forgot, and, princes all, Lay negligent and loose regard upon him. I will come last. ’Tis like he’ll question me Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turned on him. If so, I have derision medicinable 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 Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees.
AGAMEMNON 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 55 Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Than if not looked on. I will lead the way.	AGAMEMNON 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 Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him more Than if not looked on. I will lead the way.
They pass before ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. ULYSSES remains in place, reading.	They pass before ACHILLES and PATROCLUS. ULYSSES remains in place, reading.
ACHILLES What, comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind: I’ll fight no more ’gainst Troy.	ACHILLES What, comes the General to speak with me? You know my mind: I’ll fight no more ’gainst Troy.
AGAMEMNON , to NESTOR What says Achilles? Would he aught with us?	AGAMEMNON , to NESTOR What says Achilles? Would he aught with us?
NESTOR , to ACHILLES 60 Would you, my lord, aught with the General?	NESTOR , to ACHILLES Would you, my lord, aught with the General?
ACHILLES No.	ACHILLES No.
NESTOR Nothing, my lord.	NESTOR Nothing, my lord.
AGAMEMNON The better.	AGAMEMNON The better.
AGAMEMNON and NESTOR exit.	AGAMEMNON and NESTOR exit.
ACHILLES , to MENELAUS Good day, good day.	ACHILLES , to MENELAUS Good day, good day.
MENELAUS 65 How do you? How do you? He exits.	MENELAUS How do you? How do you? He exits.
ACHILLES What, does the cuckold scorn me?	ACHILLES What, does the cuckold scorn me?
AJAX How now, Patroclus?	AJAX How now, Patroclus?
ACHILLES Good morrow, Ajax.	ACHILLES Good morrow, Ajax.
AJAX Ha?	AJAX Ha?
ACHILLES 70 Good morrow.	ACHILLES Good morrow.
AJAX Ay, and good next day too.	AJAX Ay, and good next day too.
He exits.	He exits.
ACHILLES What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?	ACHILLES What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles?
PATROCLUS They pass by strangely. They were used to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles, 75 To come as humbly as they use to creep To holy altars.	PATROCLUS They pass by strangely. They were used to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles, To come as humbly as they use to creep To holy altars.
ACHILLES What, am I poor of late? ’Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with Fortune, Must fall out with men too. What the declined is 80 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, Hath any honor, but honor for those honors 85 That are without him—as place, riches, and favor, Prizes of accident as oft as merit, Which, when they fall, as being slippery slanders, The love that leaned on them, as slippery too, Doth one pluck down another and together 90 Die in the fall. But ’tis not so with me. 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 95 As they have often given. Here is Ulysses. I’ll interrupt his reading.—How now, Ulysses?	ACHILLES What, am I poor of late? ’Tis certain, greatness, once fall’n out with Fortune, 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, Hath any honor, but honor for those honors That are without him—as place, riches, and favor, Prizes of accident as oft as merit, Which, when they fall, as being slippery slanders, The love that leaned on them, as slippery too, Doth one pluck down another and together Die in the fall. But ’tis not so with me. 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 As they have often given. Here is Ulysses. I’ll interrupt his reading.—How now, Ulysses?
ULYSSES Now, great Thetis’ son—	ULYSSES Now, great Thetis’ son—
ACHILLES What are you reading?	ACHILLES What are you reading?
ULYSSES A strange fellow here 100 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, 105 Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver.	ULYSSES A strange fellow here 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, Heat them, and they retort that heat again To the first giver.
ACHILLES This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here in the face The bearer knows not, but commends itself 110 To others’ eyes; nor doth the eye itself, That most pure spirit of sense, behold itself, Not going from itself, but eye to eye opposed Salutes each other with each other’s form. For speculation turns not to itself 115 Till it hath traveled and is mirrored there Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.	ACHILLES This is not strange, Ulysses. The beauty that is borne here in the face 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 opposed Salutes each other with each other’s form. For speculation turns not to itself Till it hath traveled and is mirrored there Where it may see itself. This is not strange at all.
ULYSSES I do not strain at the position— It is familiar—but at the author’s drift, Who in his circumstance expressly proves 120 That no man is the lord of anything— 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 formed in the applause 125 Where they’re extended; who, like an arch, reverb’rate 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 And apprehended here immediately 130 Th’ unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! A very horse, that has he knows not what! Nature, what things there are Most abject in regard, and dear in use, What things again most dear in the esteem 135 And poor in worth! Now shall we see tomorrow— An act that very chance doth throw upon him— Ajax renowned. O, heavens, what some men do While some men leave to do! How some men creep in skittish Fortune’s hall, 140 Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes! 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 145 As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast And great Troy shrieking.	ULYSSES 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 anything— 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 formed in the applause Where they’re extended; who, like an arch, reverb’rate 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 And apprehended here immediately Th’ unknown Ajax. Heavens, what a man is there! A very horse, that has he knows not what! Nature, what things there are 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— Ajax renowned. 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! 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 As if his foot were on brave Hector’s breast And great Troy shrieking.
ACHILLES I do believe it, for they passed by me As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me Good word nor look. What, are my deeds forgot?	ACHILLES I do believe it, for they passed by me As misers do by beggars, neither gave to me Good word nor look. What, are my deeds forgot?
ULYSSES 150 Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon 155 As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright. To have done is to hang Quite out of fashion like a rusty mail In monumental mock’ry. Take the instant way, For honor travels in a strait so narrow 160 Where one but goes abreast. Keep, then, the path, For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue. If you give way Or turn aside from the direct forthright, Like to an entered tide they all rush by 165 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, 170 Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours; For Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand And, with his arms outstretched as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, 175 And Farewell goes out sighing. Let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was, For beauty, wit, High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity are subjects all 180 To envious and calumniating Time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all, with one consent, praise newborn gauds, Though they are made and molded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt 185 More laud than gilt o’erdusted. 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 190 Than what stirs not. 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, Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late 195 Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves And drave great Mars to faction.	ULYSSES Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright. To have done is to hang Quite out of fashion like a rusty mail In monumental mock’ry. Take the instant way, For honor travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast. Keep, then, the path, For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue. If you give way Or turn aside from the direct forthright, Like to an entered tide they all rush by 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, Though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours; For Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by th’ hand And, with his arms outstretched as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, And Farewell goes out sighing. Let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was, For beauty, wit, High birth, vigor 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, That all, with one consent, praise newborn gauds, Though they are made and molded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o’erdusted. 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 Than what stirs not. 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, Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves And drave great Mars to faction.
ACHILLES Of this my privacy, I have strong reasons.	ACHILLES Of this my privacy, I have strong reasons.
ULYSSES But ’gainst your privacy 200 The reasons are more potent and heroical. ’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam’s daughters.	ULYSSES But ’gainst your privacy The reasons are more potent and heroical. ’Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam’s daughters.
ACHILLES Ha? Known?	ACHILLES Ha? Known?