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SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Before Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles' Tent.

Achilles ; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of

Agamemnon ; Thersites is a fool to serve such a Enter THERSITES.

fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Ther. How, now, Thersites? what, lost in the Patr. Why am I a fool ? labyrinth of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax Ther. Make that demand of the prover. - It sufcarry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him : ofices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here? worthy satisfaction! 'would, it were otherwise ; that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: I'll learn Enter AGAMEMNON, Ulysses, Nestor, Di DES, to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue

and Ajax. of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, Achil. Patroclus, I'll speak with nobody : - a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken, till these Come in with me, Thersites.

(Eril. two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall Ther. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and of themselves. Othou great thunder-darter of such knavery !

[Erit. Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of Agam. Where is Achilles ? gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos'd, my lord. of thy Caduceus *; if ye take not that little little Agam. Let it be known to him, that we are here. less-than-little wit from them that they have ! which He shent 6 our messengers ; and we lay by short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant Our appertainments 7 visiting of him : scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly Let him be told so ; lest, perchance, he think from a spider, without drawing their massy irons, We dare not move the question of our place, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on Or know not what we are. the whole camp! What, ho! my lord Achilles ! Patr.

I shall say so to him. (Exit. Enter PATROCLUS.

Ulyss. We saw him at the opening of his tent;

He is not sick. Patr. Who's there? Thersites? Good Thersites, Ajax. Yes, lion-sick, sick of proud heart: you come in and rail.

may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man ; Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt coun- but, by my head, 'tis pride : But why, why ? let terfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my him show us a cause. A word, my lord. contemplation : but it is no matter ; Thyself upon

[Takes AGAMEMNON aside. thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and Nest. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him ? ignorance, be thine in great revenue ! heaven bless Ulyss. Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near

Nest. Who? Thersites? thee! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy

Ulyss. He. death! then if she, that lays thee out, says - thou Nest. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have lost art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she his argument. 8 never shrouded any but lazars, 5 Amen. - Where's Ulyss. No; you see, he is his argument, that has Achilles ?

his argument; Achilles. Patr. What, art thou devout? wast thou in Nest. All the better ; their fraction is more our prayer?

wish, than their faction : But it was a strong comTher. Ay; The heavens hear me!

posure, a fool could disunite.

Ulyss. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may Enter ACHILLES.

easily untie. Here comes Patroclus. Achil. Who's there? Patr. Thersites, my lord.

Re-enter PATROCLUS. Achil. Where, where? Art thou come? Why,

Nest. No Achilles with him. my cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served Ulyss. The elephant hath joints, but none for thyself in to my table so many meals? Come ; courtesy : his legs are legs for necessity, not for what's Agamemnon ?

flexure. Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ; — Then tell Patr. Achilles bids me say — he is much sorry, me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?

If any thing more than your sport and pleasure Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray Did move your greatness, and this noble state, thee, what's thyself?

To call upon him; he hopes, it is no other, Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, But, for your health and your digestion sake, Patroclus, what art thou ?

An after-dinner's breath. 9 Patr. Thou mayst tell, that knowest.

Agam.

Hear you, Patroclus; Achil. O, tell, tell.

We are too well acquainted with these answers : Ther. I'll decline the whole question. Agamem- But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, non commands Achilles ; Achilles is my lord; I am Cannot outfly our apprehensions. Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool

Much attribute he hath ; and much the reason Patr. You rascal!

Why we ascribe it to him : yet all his virtues, -Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.

Not virtuously on his own part beheld, Achil. He is a privileged man. — Proceed, Ther- Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; sites.

Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Are like to rot untasted. Go and tell him, Thersites is a fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is We come to speak with him: And you shall not sin, a fool.

If you do say - we think him over-proud, Achil. Derive this; come.

And under-honest; in self-assumption greater, * The wand of Mercury, which is wreathed with serpents. 6 Rebuked, rated. 7 Appendage of rank or dignity. Leprous persons.

8 Subject.

9 Exercise.

Than in the note of judgment; and worthier than when they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lond, himself

That bastes his arrogance with his own seams; Here tend I the savage strangeness he puts on; And never suffers matter of the world Disguise the holy strength of their command, Enter his thoughts, — save such as do revolve And underwrite in an observing kind

And ruminate himself, - shall he be worshipp'd His humorous predominance ; yea, watch

Of that we hold an idol more than he ?
His pettish lunes 3, his ebbs, his flows, as if No, this thrice worthy and right valiant lord
The passage and whole carriage of this action Must not so stale his palm, nobly acquir'd;
Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add, Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
That, if he overhold his price so much,

As amply titled as Achilles is,
We'll none of him; but let him like an engine By going to Achilles :
Not portable, lie under this report

That were to enlard his fat-already pride ; Bring action hither, this cannot go to war : And add more coals to Cancer, when be burns A stirring dwarf we do allowance 4 give

With entertaining great Hyperion. Before a sleeping giant : — Tell him so.

This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid; Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently.. And say in thunder - Achilles, go to him.

[Erit. Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. Agam. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, We come to speak with him. — Ulysses, enter. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this *

[Exit ULYSSES.

plause ! Ajax. What is he more than another ?

Ajar. If I go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash Agam. No more than what he thinks he is.

him Ajax. Is he so much? Do you not think, he thinks Over the face. himself a better man than I am ?

Agam. 0, no, you shall not go. Agam. No question.

Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze7 b Ajar. Will you subscribe his thought, and say

pride : he is?

Let me go to him. Agam. No, noble Ajax; you are as strong, as Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon ou valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle,

quarrel. and altogether more tractable.

Ajar. A paltry, insolent fellow, Ajax. Why should a man be proud ? How doth, Nest.

How he describe pride grow? I know not what pride is.

Himself! Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your Ajax. Can he not be sociable ? virtues the fairer. He that is proud, eats up him- Ulyss.

The raven self: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his Chides blackness. own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in Ajax.

I will let his humours blood. the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the djar. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the en

patient. gendering of toads.

Ajar. An all men Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not Were o’my mind, strange?

[Aside. Ulyss.

Wit would be out of fashion. Re-enter ULYSSES.

Ajax. He should not bear it so,
Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry
Agam. What's his excuse ?

Nest. An 'would, you'd carry half.
Ulyss.
He doth rely on none; Ulyss.

He'd have ten share.
But carries on the stream of his dispose,
Without observance or respect of any,

Ajar. I'll knead him, I will make him supple;In will peculiar and in self-admission.

Nest. He's not yet thorough warm : force him Agam. Why will he not, upon our fair request,

with praises : Untent his person, and share the air with us? Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. Ulyss. Things small as nothing, for request's sake Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike

only, He makes important: Possess'd he is with greatness ; Nest. O noble general, do not do so. And speaks not to himself, but with a pride

Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles That quarrels at self-breath : imagin'd worth Ulyss. Whiy, 'tis this naming of him does him hartu Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Here is a man - But 'tis before his face; That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,

I will be silent. Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,

Nest.

Wherefore should you so? And batters down himself: What should I say? He is not emulous', as Achilles is. He is so plaguy proud, that the death-tokens of it Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Cry - No recovery.

Ajar. A vile dog, that shall palterthus with us ! Agam.

Let Ajax go to him. - I would, he were a Trojan ! Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent:

Nest.

What a vice 'Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led, Were it in Ajax now At your request a little from himself.

Ulyss.

If he were proud! Ulyss. O Agamemnon, let it not be so!

Dio. Or covetous of praise ? We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes

Ulyss. 1 Attend.

2 Subscribe, obey.

5 Fat.
6 Strike.

7 Comb or curry 3 Fits of lunacy. * Approbation

8 Stuff,
9 Envious.

I Trifle.

(Aside

[TU AGAMEMNON

Ay, or surly borne? Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ?

As green as Ajax, and your brain so tempered, Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet You should not have the eminence of him, composure ;

But be as Ajax. Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck : Ajax.

Shall I call you father ? Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature

Nest. Ay, my good son. Thrice-fam'd, beyond all erudition :

Dio.

Be rul'd by hirn, lord Ajax. But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight,

Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Let Mars divide eternity in twain,

Keeps thicket. Please it our great general And give him half: and, for thy vigour,

To call together all his state of war; Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield

Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, We must with all our main of power stand fast : Which, like a bourn), a pale, a shore, confines And here's a lord, —come knights from east to west, Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor, - And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Instructed by the antiquary times,

Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: He must, he is, he cannot but be wise ;

Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw But pardon, father Nestor, were your days

deep.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. - Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace. guide them ; especially to you, fair queen! fair

thoughts be your fair pillow! Enter Pandarus and a Servant.

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. Friend! you ! pray you, a word : Do not Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen. you follow the young lord Paris ?

- Fair prince, here is good broken musick. Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.

Par. You have broke it, cousin : and, by my Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? life, you shall make it whole again ; you shall piece Serv. Sir, I do depend upon that lord.

it out with a piece of your performance: - Nell, Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; he is full of harmony. You know me, do you not?

Pan. Truly, lady, no. Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially.

Helen. O, sir, Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Pandarus.

Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better. fits. 5

(Musick within. Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen : Pan. Honour and lordship are my titles :- My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ? What musick is this?

Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out : we'll Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in hear you sing certainly. parts.

Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with Pan. Know you the musicians ?

me. — But (marry) thus, my lord, — My dear lord, Serv. Wholly, sir.

and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus, – Pen. Who play they to?

Helen. My lord Pandarus ; honey sweet lord, Serv. To the hearers, sir.

Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to: - commends Pan. At whose pleasure, friend ?

himself most affectionately to you. Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love musick. Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; Pan. Command, I mean, friend.

If you do, our melancholy upon your head ! Serv. Who shall I command, sir ?

Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen ; that's a sweet Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour whose request do these men play?

offence. Serv. That's to't, indeed, sir : Marry, sir, at the Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that request of Paris my lord, who is there in person ; shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such with him the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of words; no, no. And, my lord, he desires you, beauty, love's invisible soul,

that, if the king call for him at supper, you will Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ?

make his excuse. Serv. No, sir, Helen; Could you not find out Helen. My lord Pandarus, that by her attributes ?

Pan. What says my sweet queen, my very very Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not sweet queen ? seen the lady Cressida. I come to speak with Paris Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he tofrom the prince Troilus: I will make a compli- night? mental assault upon him, for my business seeths. 4 Helen. Nay, but my lord,

Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, Pan. What says my sweet queen ? — My cousin indeed!

will fall out with you. You must not know where Enter Paris and HELEN, attended.

Par. l'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide 6 ; company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly come, your disposer is sick. 2 Titles. 3 Boundary.

queen, i'faith.

he sups.

Parts of a song.

6 Wide of vour mark.

4 Boils.

Pur. Well, I'll make excuse.

SCENE II. - Pandarus' Orchard.
Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say
Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick.

Enter PANDARUS and a Servant, meeting.
Par. I spy.
Pan. You spy! what do you spy?— Come, give cousin Cressida's ?

Pan. How now? Where's thy master? at my me an instrument,

Now, sweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done.

Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him

thither. Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen.

Enter TROILUS. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my

Pan. O, here he comes. — - How now, how now? lord Paris.

Tro. Sirrah, walk off. Pun. He ! no, she'll none of him. -- Come, come,

(Erit Serrant. I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now.

Pan. Have you seen my cousin ?

Tro. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door, Helen. Ay, ay, prythee now. By my troth, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings,

And give me swift transportance. Pandarus, us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

And fly with me to Cressid ! Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith.

Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love.

straight. Pan. In good troth, it begins so :

[Exit PANDARES Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.

The imaginary relish is so sweet
Love, love, nothing but love, still more!

That it enchants my sense; and I do fear
For, oh, love's bow

That I shall lose distinction in my joys ;
Shoots buck and doe :

As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps
The shaft confounds,

The enemy flying
Vot that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore.

Re-enter PANDARUS.

Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die !

you must be witty now. She does so blush, I'll Yet that which seems the wound to kill,

fetch her. It is the prettiest villain :- she fetches Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!

her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. So dying love lives still :

[Erit PANDABOS. Oh ! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!

Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!

bosom :

My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse ; Hey ho!

And all my powers do their bestowing lose, Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose.

Like vassalage at unawares encount'ring Pan. Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day ?

The eye of majesty. Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy : I would fain have armed

Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not?

Pan. Come, come, what need you blush ? shame's Helen. He hangs the lip at something ; — you her, that you have sworn to me.

a baby. - Here she is now : swear the oaths now to know all, lord Pandarus.

What, are you Pan. Not I, honey sweet queen. I long to hear gone again? you must be watched ere you be made how they sped to-day. – You'll remember your tame, must you? Come your ways, come your brother's excuse?

ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i' the

fills. 1Par. To a hair.

Why do you not speak to her ? Pan. Farewell, sweet queen.

Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Helen. Commend me to your niece.

Pan. Words pay no debts. Come in, come in; Pan. I will, sweet queen.

[Erit. I'll go get a fire. (A Retreat sounded.

Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Par. They are come from field : let us to Priam's Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished ne

thus? hall, To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo Cres. Wished, my lord ? — The gods grant!–0

you To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,

Tro. What should they grant? what makes this With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd,

pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel,

my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Or force of Greekish sinews: you shall do more

Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears lave Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector.

eyes. Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant,

Tro. Fears never see truly.
Paris :

Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty,

safer footing than blind reason stumbling without Give us more palm in beauty than we have;

fear : To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Yea, overshines ourself.

Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee.

Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. [Creunt. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither?

7 Shafts of a carriage

[Erit PANDAEUS

my lord!

heart:

Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings: when we Tro. Well know they what they speak, that speak vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers :

so wisely. thinking it harder for our mistress to devise im- Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than position enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty

love; imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady. And fell so roundly to a large confession,

Cres. They that have the voice of lions, and the To angle for your thoughts : But you are wise ; act of hares, are they not monsters ?

Or else you love not; for to be wise and love, Tro. Are there such ? such are not we: Praise Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above. us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, shall go bare, till merit crown it: no perfection in (As, if it can, I will presume in you,) reversion shall have a praise in present : we will To feed for aye 9 her lamp and flames of love; not name desert, before his birth ; and, being born, To keep her constancy in plight and youth, his addition 8 shall be humble. Few words to fair Outliving beauty's outward, with a mind faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy That doth renew swifter than blood decays; can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and Or, that persuasion could but thus convince me, what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus? That my integrity and truth to you Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ?

Might be affronted with the match and weight

Of such a winnow'd purity in love;
Re-enter PANDARUS.

How were I then uplifted! but, alas,
Pan. What, blushing still?

I am as true as truth's simplicity, Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedi- And simpler than the infancy of truth. cate to you.

Cres. In that I'll war with you. Pan. I thank you for that; be true to my lord : Tro.

O virtuous fight, if he flinch, chide me for it.

When right with right wars who shall be most right! Tro. You know now your hostages ; your uncle's True swains in love shall, in the world to come, word, and my firm faith.

Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes, Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our Full of protest, of oath, and big compare kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, Want similes, truth tir'd with iteration, they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown. As sun to day, as turtle to her mate, Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me As iron to adamant, as earth to the center,

Yet, after all comparisons of truth, Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day As truth's authentick author to be cited, For many weary months.

As true as Troilus shall crown up s the verse, Tro. Why was my Cressid then so hard to win? And sanctify the numbers. Cres. Hard to seem won ; but I was won, my lord, Cres.

Prophet may you be! With the first glance that ever - Pardon me; If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, If I confess much, you will play the tyrant. When time is old and hath forgot itself, I love you now; but not, till now, so much When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, But I might master it:-in faith, I lie;

And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up, My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown And mighty states characterless are grated Too headstrong for their mother : See, we fools ! To dusty nothing; yet let memory, Why have I blabb'd? who shall be true to us, From false to false, among false maids in love, When we are so unsecret to ourselves ?

Upbraid my falsehood! when they have said — as But, though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not ;

false And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man ; As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Or that we women had men's privilege

As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son ; For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak

Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood, The thing I shall repent. See, see your silence, As false as Cressid. Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws Pan. Go to, a bargain made : seal it, seal it; My very soul of counsel : Stop my mouth. I'll be the witness. — Here I hold your hand; here,

Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues thence. my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, Pan. Pretty, i' faith.

since I have taken such pains to bring you together, Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss :

end after my name, call them all — Pandars; let all I am ashamed; - O heavens! what have I done? inconstant men be Troiluses, all false women Cressids, For this time will I take my leave, my lord,

and all brokers-between Pandars ! say, amen. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid ?

Tro. Amen.
Cres. Pray you, content you.

Cres. Amen.
Tro.
What offends you, lady?
Pan. Amen.

(Ereunt. Cres. Sir, mine own company.

SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Tro.

You cannot shun Yourself,

Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, Nestor, Cres. Let me go and try :

AJAX, MENELAUS, and CalchaS. I have a kind of self resides with you;

Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, But an unkind self, that itself will leave,

The advantage of the time prompts me aloud To be another's fool. I would be gone:

To call for recompense. Appear it to your mind, Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.

Met with and equalled. 8 Titles.

Comparison.

3 Conclude. Rr

9 Ever,

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