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The Grecian Camp. Lists set out.
 Enter AJAX armed, ACHILLES, PATROCLUS, AGAMEMNON, MENELAUS,
 ULYSSES, NESTOR, CALCHAS, TRUMPETER, and OTHERS.

Agamemnon    Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair,
    Anticipating time with starting courage.
    Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
    Thou dreadful Ajax, that the appalld air
    May pierce the head of the great combatant,
    And hale him hither.

Ajax                            Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.
    Now crack thy lungs and split thy brazen pipe;
    Blow, villain, till thy spherd bias cheek
    Outswell the colic of puffed Aquilon.
    Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood:
    Thou blowest for Hector.
                                                [Sound trumpet.
Ulysses    No trumpet answers.

Achilles                            'Tis but early days.

Agamemnon    Is not yond Diomed with Calchas' daughter?

Ulysses    'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait;
    He rises on the toe: that spirit of his
    In aspiration lifts him from the earth.

                       Enter DIOMEDES and CRESSIDA.

Agamemnon    Is this the Lady Cressid?

Diomedes                                    Even she.

Agamemnon    Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady.
                                                [Kisses her.
Nestor    Our general doth salute you with a kiss.

Ulysses    Yet is the kindness but particular;
    'Twere better she were kissed in general.

Nestor    And very courtly counsel. I'll begin.
                                                [Kisses her.
    So much for Nestor.

Achilles    I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady.
                                                [Kisses her.
    Achilles bids you welcome.

Menelaus    I had good argument for kissing once.

Patroclus    But that's no argument for kissing now;
    For thus popped Paris in his hardiment,
    And parted thus you and your argument.
                                                [Kisses her.

Ulysses    [Aside.] O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!
    For which we lose our heads to gild his horns.

Patroclus    The first was Menelaus' kiss; this, mine.
                                                [Kisses her again.
    Patroclus kisses you.

Menelaus                                O, this is trim.

Patroclus    Paris and I kiss evermore for him.

Menelaus    I'll have my kiss, sir. Lady, by your leave.

Cressida    In kissing, do you render or receive?

Menelaus    Both take and give.

Cressida                            I'll make my match to live,
    The kiss you take is better than you give:
    Therefore no kiss.

Menelaus    I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one.

Cressida    You are an odd man; give even or give none.

Menelaus    An odd man, lady? Every man is odd.

Cressida    No, Paris is not; for you know 'tis true
    That you are odd, and he is even with you.

Menelaus    You fillip me a'th' head.

Cressida                                    No, I'll be sworn.

Ulysses    It were no match, your nail against his horn.
    May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you?

Cressida    You may.

Ulysses                I do desire it.

Cressida                                    Why, beg then.

Ulysses    Why then, for Venus' sake, give me a kiss
    When Helen is a maid again, and his.

Cressida    I am your debtor; claim it when 'tis due.

Ulysses    Never's my day, and then a kiss of you.

Diomedes    Lady, a word. I'll bring you to your father.
                                                [Exeunt DIOMEDES and CRESSIDA.
Nestor    A woman of quick sense.

Ulysses                                Fie, fie upon her!
    There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
    Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
    At every joint and motive of her body.
    O these encounterers so glib of tongue,
    That give accosting welcome ere it comes,
    And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
    To every tickling reader: - set them down
    For sluttish spoils of opportunity
    And daughters of the game.
                                                [Flourish.
All    The Trojan's trumpet.

Agamemnon                                Yonder comes the troop.

             Enter all of Troy: HECTOR, armed, PARIS, AENEAS,
                    TROILUS, HELENUS, and ATTENDANTS.

Aeneas    Hail, all the state of Greece! What shall be done
    To him that victory commands? Or do you purpose
    A victor shall be known? Will you the knights
    Shall to the edge of all extremity
    Pursue each other; or shall they be divided
    By any voice or order of the field?
    Hector bade ask.

Agamemnon                        Which way would Hector have it?

Aeneas    He cares not; he'll obey conditions.

Agamemnon    'Tis done like Hector.

Achilles                                But securely done,
    A little proudly, and great deal disprizing
    The knight opposed.

Aeneas                            If not Achilles, sir,
    What is your name?

Achilles                        If not Achilles, nothing.

Aeneas    Therefore Achilles; but whate'er, know this:
    In the extremity of great and little,
    Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector;
    The one almost as infinite as all,
    The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
    And that which looks like pride is courtesy.
    This Ajax is half made of Hector's blood;
    In love whereof, half Hector stays at home.
    Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek
    This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek.

Achilles    A maiden battle, then? O, I perceive you.

                            Re-enter DIOMEDES.

Agamemnon    Here is Sir Diomed. Go, gentle knight,
    Stand by our Ajax. As you and Lord Aeneas
    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 prepare to fight.
Ulysses    They are opposed already.

Agamemnon    What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy?

Ulysses    The youngest son of Priam, a true knight;
    Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word,
    Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue;
    Not soon provoked, nor, being provoked, soon calmed;
    His heart and hand both open and both free,
    For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows,
    Yet gives he not till judgement guide his bounty,
    Nor dignifies an impare thought with breath.
    Manly as Hector, but more dangerous,
    For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes
    To tender objects, but he in heat of action
    Is more vindicative than jealous love.
    They call him Troilus, and on him erect
    A second hope as fairly built as Hector.
    Thus says Aeneas, one that knows the youth
    Even to his inches, and with private soul
    Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.
                                            [Alarum. AJAX and HECTOR fight.
Agamemnon    They are in action.

Nestor    Now, Ajax, hold thine own!

Troilus    Hector, thou sleep'st; awake thee!

Agamemnon    His blows are well disposed. There, Ajax!
                                                [Trumpets cease.
Diomedes    You must no more.

Aeneas                        Princes, enough, so please you.

Ajax    I am not warm yet; let us fight again.

Diomedes    As Hector pleases.

Hector                        Why, then will I no more.
    Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son,
    A cousin-german to great Priam's seed:
    The obligation of our blood forbids
    A gory emulation 'twixt us twain.
    Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan so
    That thou couldst say "This hand is Grecian all,
    And this is Trojan; the sinews of this leg
    All Greek, and this all Troy; my mother's blood
    Runs on the dexter cheek, and this sinister
    Bounds in my father's" - by Jove multipotent,
    Thou shouldst not bear from me a Greekish member
    Wherein my sword had not impressure made
    Of our rank feud. But the just gods gainsay
    That any drop thou borrowed'st from thy mother,
    My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword
    Be drained. Let me embrace thee, Ajax.
    By him that thunders, thou hast lusty arms;
    Hector would have them fall upon him thus.
    Cousin, all honour to thee!

Ajax                                I thank thee, Hector.
    Thou art too gentle and too free a man.
    I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
    A great addition earnd in thy death.

Hector    Not Neoptolemus so mirable,
    On whose bright crest fame with her loud'st Oyes
    Cries "This is he", could promise to himself
    A thought of added honour torn from Hector.

Aeneas    There is expectance here from both the sides
    What further you will do.

Hector                                We'll answer it:
    The issue is embracement. Ajax, farewell.

Ajax    If I might in entreaties find success,
    As seld I have the chance, I would desire
    My famous cousin to our Grecian tents.

Diomedes    'Tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles
    Doth long to see unarmed the valiant Hector.

Hector    Aeneas, call my brother Troilus to me,
    And signify this loving interview
    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.
                                [AGAMEMNON and the REST come forward.

Ajax    Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here.

Hector    The worthiest of them tell me name by name;
    But for Achilles, mine own searching eyes
    Shall find him by his large and portly size.

Agamemnon    Worthy of arms, as welcome as to one
    That would be rid of such an enemy.
    But that's no welcome. Understand more clear:
    What's past and what's to come is strewed with husks
    And formless ruin of oblivion;
    But in this extant moment, faith and troth,
    Strained purely from all hollow bias-drawing,
    Bids thee with most divine integrity
    From heart of very heart, great Hector, welcome.

Hector    I thank thee, most imperious Agamemnon.

Agamemnon    [To TROILUS.] My well-famed lord of Troy, no less to you.

Menelaus    Let me confirm my princely brother's greeting:
    You brace of warlike brothers, welcome hither.

Hector    Who must we answer?

Aeneas                            The noble Menelaus.

Hector    O you, my lord? - By Mars his gauntlet, thanks.
    Mock not that I affect th' untraded oath;
    Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove.
    She's well, but bade me not commend her to you.

Menelaus    Name her not now, sir; she's a deadly theme.

Hector    O, pardon; I offend.

Nestor    I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft,
    Labouring for destiny, make cruel way
    Through ranks of Greekish youth, and I have seen thee
    As hot as Perseus spur thy Phrygian steed,
    Despising many forfeits and subduements,
    When thou hast hung thy advancd sword i'th' air,
    Not letting it decline on the declined,
    That I have said to some my standers-by
    "Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life";
    And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,
    When that a ring of Greeks have hemmed thee in,
    Like an Olympian wrestling. This have I seen,
    But this thy countenance, still locked in steel,
    I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,
    And once fought with him: he was a soldier good,
    But, by great Mars the captain of us all,
    Never like thee. Let an old man embrace thee;
    And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.

Aeneas    'Tis the old Nestor.

Hector    Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,
    That hast so long walked hand in hand with time.
    Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee.

Nestor    I would my arms could match thee in contention,
    As they contend with thee in courtesy.

Hector    I would they could.

Nestor    Ha!
    By this white beard, I'd fight with thee tomorrow.
    Well, welcome, welcome. I have seen the time.

Ulysses    I wonder now how yonder city stands,
    When we have here her base and pillar by us?

Hector    I know your favour, Lord Ulysses, well.
    Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead
    Since first I saw yourself and Diomed
    In Ilion on your Greekish embassy.

Ulysses    Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue.
    My prophecy is but half his journey yet;
    For yonder walls that pertly front your town,
    Yond towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
    Must kiss their own feet.

Hector                                I must not believe you.
    There they stand yet; and modestly I think
    The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost
    A drop of Grecian blood. The end crowns all,
    And that old common arbitrator, Time,
    Will one day end it.

Ulysses                            So to him we leave it.
    Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome.
    After the general, I beseech you next
    To feast with me and see me at my tent.

Achilles    I shall forestall thee, Lord Ulysses - thou.
    Now, Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee;
    I have with exact view perused thee, Hector,
    And quoted joint by joint.

Hector                                Is this Achilles?

Achilles    I am Achilles.

Hector    Stand fair, I pray thee; let me look on thee.

Achilles    Behold thy fill.

Hector                        Nay, I have done already.

Achilles    Thou art too brief. I will the second time,
    As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb.

Hector    O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er;
    But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
    Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye?

Achilles    Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
    Shall I destroy him? Whether there, or there, or there,
    That I may give the local wound a name,
    And make distinct the very breach whereout
    Hector's great spirit flew? Answer me, heavens.

Hector    It would discredit the blessed gods, proud man,
    To answer such a question. Stand again.
    Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly
    As to prenominate in nice conjecture
    Where thou wilt hit me dead?

Achilles                                    I tell thee, yea.

Hector    Wert thou the oracle to tell me so,
    I'd not believe thee. Henceforth guard thee well,
    For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there,
    But, by the forge that stithied Mars his helm,
    I'll kill thee everywhere, yea, o'er and o'er.
    You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag:
    His insolence draws folly from my lips;
    But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words,
    Or may I never-

Ajax                        Do not chafe thee, cousin;
    And you, Achilles, let these threats alone,
    Till accident or purpose bring you to't.
    You may have every day enough of Hector,
    If you have stomach. The general state, I fear,
    Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him.

Hector    I pray you let us see you in the field;
    We have had pelting wars since you refused
    The Grecians' cause.

Achilles                            Dost thou entreat me, Hector?
    Tomorrow do I meet thee, fell as death;
    Tonight, all friends.

Hector                            Thy hand upon that match.

Agamemnon    First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;
    There in the full convive you; afterwards,
    As Hector's leisure and your bounties shall
    Concur together, severally entreat him.
    Beat loud the taborins, let the trumpets blow,
    That this great soldier may his welcome know.
                                                [Sound drums and trumpets.
                                  Exeunt all but TROILUS and ULYSSES.

Troilus    My Lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you,
    In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?

Ulysses    At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus.
    There Diomed doth feast with him tonight,
    Who neither looks on heaven nor on earth,
    But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view
    On the fair Cressid.

Troilus    Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to you so much,
    After we part from Agamemnon's tent,
    To bring me thither?

Ulysses                            You shall command me, sir.
    As gentle tell me, of what honour was
    This Cressida in Troy? Had she no lover there
    That wails her absence?

Troilus    O sir, to such as boasting show their scars
    A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord?
    She was beloved, she loved; she is, and doth;
    But still sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.
                                                [Exeunt.