As true as Troilus shall crown up1 the verse, Cres. Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, When water drops have worn the stones of Troy, And mighty states characterless are grated To dusty nothing; yet let memory From false to false, among false maids in love, Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said—as false As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son; Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness. Here I hold your hand; here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's end after my name, call them all - Pandars; let all constant men to be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, and all brokers-between Pandars! say, amen. Tro. Amen. Cres. Amen. Pan. Amen. Whereupon I will show you a chamber and a bed, which bed, because it shall not speak of your pretty encounters, press it to death: away. And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here, crown up-] i. e. conclude it. [Exeunt. 1 SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, Out of those many register'd in promise, Which, you say, live to come in my behalf. Agam. What would'st thou of us, Trojan? make de mand. Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner call'd Antenor, 5 That their negotiations all must slack, In change of him: let him be sent, great princes, such a wrest] Wrest is an instrument for tuning the harp by drawing up the strings. And he shall buy my daughter; and her presence In most accepted pain." Agam. Let Diomedes bear him, And bring us Cressid hither; Calchas shall have Withal, bring word—if Hector will to-morrow Dio. This shall I undertake; and 'tis a burden [Exeunt. DIOMEDES and CALCHAS. Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent. Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his tent: Lay negligent and loose regard upon him: Why such unplausive eyes are bent, why turn'd on him: To use between your strangeness and his pride, Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught with us? 6 In most accepted pain.] i. e. Her presence, says Calchas, shall strike off, or recompense the service I have done, even in those labours which were most accepted. JOHNSON. Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general? Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. 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; To come as humbly, as they us'd to creep To holy altars. Achil. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Which when they fall, as being slippery standers, |