Act IV, Scene 5

The Grecian camp. Lists set out.

[Enter AJAX, armed; AGAMEMNON, ACHILLES, PATROCLUS,] [p]MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, and others]

• Agamemnon. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, 2595
  Anticipating time with starting courage.
  Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy,
  Thou dreadful Ajax; that the appalled air
  May pierce the head of the great combatant
  And hale him hither. 2600

• Ajax. Thou, trumpet, there's my purse.
  Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe:
  Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias cheek
  Outswell the colic of puff'd Aquilon:
  Come, stretch thy chest and let thy eyes spout blood; 2605
  Thou blow'st for Hector.

[Trumpet sounds]

• Ulysses. No trumpet answers.

• Achilles. 'Tis but early days.

• Agamemnon. Is not yond Diomed, with Calchas' daughter? 2610

• 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, with CRESSIDA]

• Agamemnon. Is this the Lady Cressid? 2615

• Diomedes. Even she.

• Agamemnon. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady.

• Nestor. Our general doth salute you with a kiss.

• Ulysses. Yet is the kindness but particular;
  'Twere better she were kiss'd in general. 2620

• Nestor. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin.
  So much for Nestor.

• Achilles. I'll take what winter from your lips, fair lady:
  Achilles bids you welcome.

• Menelaus. I had good argument for kissing once. 2625

• Patroclus. But that's no argument for kissing now;
  For this popp'd Paris in his hardiment,
  And parted thus you and your argument.

• Ulysses. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns!
  For which we lose our heads to gild his horns. 2630

• Patroclus. The first was Menelaus' kiss; this, mine:
  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. 2635

• Cressida. In kissing, do you render or receive?

• Patroclus. Both take and give.

• Cressida. I'll make my match to live,
  The kiss you take is better than you give;
  Therefore no kiss. 2640

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

• Cressida. You're 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. 2645

• Menelaus. You fillip me o' the 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. 2650

• 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. 2655

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

• Diomedes. Lady, a word: I'll bring you to your father.

[Exit with CRESSIDA]

• Nestor. A woman of quick sense.

• Ulysses. Fie, fie upon her! 2660
  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, 2665
  And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
  To every ticklish reader! set them down
  For sluttish spoils of opportunity
  And daughters of the game.

[Trumpet within]

• All. The Trojans' trumpet.

• Agamemnon. Yonder comes the troop.
  [Enter HECTOR, armed; AENEAS, TROILUS, and other]
  Trojans, with Attendants]

• Aeneas. Hail, all you state of Greece! what shall be done 2675
  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 be divided
  By any voice or order of the field? 2680
  Hector bade ask.

• Agamemnon. Which way would Hector have it?

• Aeneas. He cares not; he'll obey conditions.

• Achilles. 'Tis done like Hector; but securely done,
  A little proudly, and great deal misprizing 2685
  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: 2690
  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. 2695
  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. 2700

[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, 2705
  Or else a breath: the combatants being kin
  Half stints their strife before their strokes begin.

[AJAX and HECTOR enter the lists]

• Ulysses. They are opposed already.

• Agamemnon. What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy? 2710

• 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 calm'd:
  His heart and hand both open and both free; 2715
  For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;
  Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
  Nor dignifies an impure thought with breath;
  Manly as Hector, but more dangerous;
  For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes 2720
  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 2725
  Even to his inches, and with private soul
  Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me.

[Alarum. Hector and Ajax fight]

• Agamemnon. They are in action.

• Nestor. Now, Ajax, hold thine own! 2730

• Troilus. Hector, thou sleep'st;
  Awake thee!

• Agamemnon. His blows are well disposed: there, Ajax!

• Diomedes. You must no more.

[Trumpets cease]

• 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, 2740
  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, 2745
  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 2750
  Wherein my sword had not impressure made
  Of our rank feud: but the just gods gainsay
  That any drop thou borrow'dst from thy mother,
  My sacred aunt, should by my mortal sword
  Be drain'd! Let me embrace thee, Ajax: 2755
  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: 2760
  I came to kill thee, cousin, and bear hence
  A great addition earned 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 2765
  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. 2770

• 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 unarm'd the valiant Hector. 2775

• 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. 2780

• 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 2785
  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 strew'd with husks
  And formless ruin of oblivion;
  But in this extant moment, faith and troth, 2790
  Strain'd 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 2795
  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. 2800

• Hector. O, you, my lord? by Mars his gauntlet, thanks!
  Mock not, that I affect the 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. 2805

• 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, 2810
  Despising many forfeits and subduements,
  When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' the air,
  Not letting it decline on the declined,
  That I have said to some my standers by
  'Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!' 2815
  And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,
  When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee in,
  Like an Olympian wrestling: this have I seen;
  But this thy countenance, still lock'd in steel,
  I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire, 2820
  And once fought with him: he was a soldier good;
  But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,
  Never saw like thee. Let an old man embrace thee;
  And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.

• Aeneas. 'Tis the old Nestor. 2825

• Hector. Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle,
  That hast so long walk'd 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. 2830

• Hector. I would they could.

• Nestor. Ha!
  By this white beard, I'ld fight with thee to-morrow.
  Well, welcome, welcome! I have seen the time.

• Ulysses. I wonder now how yonder city stands 2835
  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. 2840

• 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. 2845

• 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, 2850
  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. 2855

• 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? 2860

• 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, 2865
  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 2870
  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 blest gods, proud man, 2875
  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. 2880

• Hector. Wert thou an 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 every where, yea, o'er and o'er. 2885
  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: 2890
  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. 2895

• 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?
  To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death; 2900
  To-night all friends.

• Hector. Thy hand upon that match.

• Agamemnon. First, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent;
  There in the full convive we: afterwards,
  As Hector's leisure and your bounties shall 2905
  Concur together, severally entreat him.
  Beat loud the tabourines, let the trumpets blow,
  That this great soldier may his welcome know.

[Exeunt all except TROILUS and ULYSSES]

• Troilus. My Lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you, 2910
  In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?

• Ulysses. At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus:
  There Diomed doth feast with him to-night;
  Who neither looks upon the heaven nor earth,
  But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view 2915
  On the fair Cressid.

• Troilus. Shall 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. 2920
  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? 2925
  She was beloved, she loved; she is, and doth:
  But still sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.

[Exeunt]