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‘Twere better she were kiss’d in general.

       NESTOR.

       And very courtly counsel: I’ll begin.

       So much for Nestor.

       ACHILLES.

       I’ll take that winter from your lips, fair lady.

       Achilles bids you welcome.

       MENELAUS.

       I had good argument for kissing once.

       PATROCLUS.

       But that’s no argument for kissing now;

       For thus 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.

       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.

       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.

       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 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.

       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.

       [Exit with 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 a coasting 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.

       [Trumpet within.]

       ALL.

       The Trojans’ trumpet.

       AGAMEMNON.

       Yonder comes the troop.

       [Enter HECTOR, armed; AENEAS, TROILUS, PARIS, HELENUS, and other

       Trojans, with attendants.]

       AENEAS.

       Hail, all you 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 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.

       ACHILLES.

       ‘Tis done like Hector; but securely done,

       A little proudly, and great deal misprising

       The knight oppos’d.

       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 enter the lists.]

       ULYSSES.

       They are oppos’d 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 provok’d, nor being provok’d soon calm’d;

       His heart and hand both open and both free;

       For what

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