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Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; Par. I speak no more than truth.
But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

Troi. Thou dost not speak so much.
Tamer than leep, fonder' than ignorance;

Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in 't. Let her be Less valiant than the virgin in the night,

as me is: if Me be fair, 'tis the better for her; an And skiil-less as unpractis'd infancy.

5 the be not, she has the mends in her own hands . Par. Well, I have told you enough of this : Troi. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; illHe, that will have a cake out of the wheat, must thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: tarry the grinding.

gone between and between, but small thanks for Trci. Have I not tarry'd ?

10 my labour. Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the Troi. What, art thou angry, Pandarus ? what, boulting.

with me? Troy. Have I not tarry'd ?

Pan. Because he is kin to me, therefore she's Pan. Ay, the boulting; but you must tarry the not so fair as Helen: an me were not kin to me, leavening.

15|he would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Troi. Still have I tarry'd.

Sunday. But what care I? I care not, an fhe Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me. the word-hereafter the kneading, the making of Troi. Say I, she is not fair? the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's · nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may 20 a fool, to stay behind her father; let her to the chance to burn your lips.

Greeks; and so I'll tell her, the next time I see Troi. Patience herself, what goddess e'er Me be, Jher : for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more Doth leiser blench 2 at sufferance than I do.

in the matter. At Priam's royal table do I fit;

Troi. Pandarus,-
And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts,- 125 Pan. Not I.
So, traitor! - when the comes ! - When is the Trvi. Sweet Pandarus,
thence ?

Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will Par. Well, the look'd yester-night fairer than leave all as I found it, and there an end. ever I saw her look; or any woman else.

[Exit Pandarus. Trci. I was about to tell thee, -When my heart, 30

[Sound alaruz. As wedged with a ligh, would rive in twain;

Troi. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, Left Hector or my father should perceive me,

rude sounds! I have (as when the sun doth light a storm) Fools on both fides! Helen must needs be fair, Bury'd this righ in wrinkle of a smile :

When with your blood you daily paint her thus. But forrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, 35 I cannot fight upon this argument; Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. It is too starv'd a subject for my sword.

Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker But Pandarus-o gods, how do you plague me! than Helen's, (well, go to) there were no more I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar ; comparison between the women,-But, for my And he's as techy to be woo'd to woo, part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they 40 As he is stubborn-chaste against all suit. term it, praise her--But I would somebody had Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, hcard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dir What Crellid is, what Pandar, and what we? praise your sister Cassandra's wit: but

Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl: Troi. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus ! Between our Ilium, and where she resides, When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, 45 Let it be call'd the wild and wandering fiood; Reply not in how many fathoms deep

Ourself, the merchant; and this failing Pandar, They lie indrench’d. I tell thee, I am mad Our doubtful hope, our contoy, and our bark. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'ft, She is fair;

[Alarum.] Enter Æneas. Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart

Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait; her voice 50

not afield? Handleft in thy discourse:-) that her hand! Trei. Because not there ; This woman's answer In whose comparison all whites are ink,

For womanish it is to be from thence. Writing their own reproach; to whose loft seizure

What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense 3 Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'nt 55 Troi. By whom, Æneas? me,

Æne. Troilus, by Menelaus. As true thou tell'st me, when I say, I love her ; Trci. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a fcar to scorn; But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,

Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn.

Alaram Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town The knife that made it.

601 to-day! I Fonder for more childim. ? To bleneb is to shrink, ítart, or fly off.

3 The meaning is, In comparison with Creilid's band, tbe spirit of sensi, the utmost degree, the most exquisite power of Tenfibi

. lity, which implies a soft hand, tince the sense of touching resides chiefly in the fingers, is hard as the callous and insensible palm of the ploughman. may make the best

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Troi. Better at home, if would I migt!,were may.

Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to
But, to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound thither?

Æne. In all swift hafte.

Helen was not up, was she?
Trei. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt. Cre. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.



Pan. E'en fo; Hector was stirring early.

Cre. That were we talking of, and of his anger.
A Street,

Pan. Was he angry?
Enter Creffida, and Alexander ber servant.

Cre. So he says here.
Cre. Who were those went by?

Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too;
Serv. Queen Hecuba, and Helen.

he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that:
Cre. And whither go they?

and there's Troilus will not come far behind him; Sere. Up to the eastern tower,

let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them Whose height commands as subject all the vale,

that too.
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience

Cre. What, is he angry too?
Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd :


Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man
Hechid Andromache, and struck his armourer;

of the two.
And, like as there were husbandry in war,

Cre. O, Jupiter ! there's no comparison.
Before the sun rofe, he was harness'd light,

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector?
And to the field goes he ; where every flower Do you know a man, if you see him?
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw

Cre. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew him.
In Hector's wrath.

Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
Cre. What was his cause of anger? [Greeks Cre. Then you lay as I say; for, I am sure, he
Serv. The noise goes this: There is among the

is not Hector.
A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;

Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some
They call him, Ajax.


Cre. Good; And what of him?

Cre. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
Serv. They say he is a very man per se,

Pan. Himself! Alas, poor Troilus! I would,
And stands alone.

he were,
Cre. So do all men; unless they are drunk, Cre. So he is.
fick, or have no legs.

Pan. 'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India,

Serv. This man, lady, hath robb'd many bearts Cre. He is not Hector.
of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself._'Would
lion, churlith as the bear, now as the elephant : a l'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time
man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, must friend or end: Well, Troilus, well,
that his valour is crushed into folly', his folly 35 would, my heart were in her body!—No, Hector
fauced with discretion : there is no man hath a is not a better man than Troilus.
virtue, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man

Cre. Excuse me.
an attaint, but he carries some stain of it: he is Pan. He is elder.
melancholy without cause, and merry against the Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.
hair : he hath the joints of every thing; but|40 Pan. The other's not come to 't; you shall tell
every thing to out of joint, that he is a gouty me another tale, when the other's come to 't.
Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblinded Hector thall not have his wit this year.
Argus, all eyes and no sight.

Crc. He shall not need it, if he have his own.
Cre. But how should this man, that makes me Pan. Nor his qualities.
smile, make Hector angry?

Cre. No matter.

Serv. They say, he yesterday cop'd Hector in

Pan. Nor his beauty.
the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.
fame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fafting Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Helen her-

relf swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown
Enter Pardarus.

favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess) -Not brown Cre, Who comes here?

Serv. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.

Cre. No, but brown.
Cre, Hector's a gallant man.

Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
Serv. As may be in the world, lady.

Cre. To say the truth, true and not true.
Pan. What's that? what's that?


Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris.
Cre. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Cre, Why, Paris hath colour enough.
Pan. Good morrow, coufin Crefid: What do Pan. So he has.
you talk of ?-Good morrow, Alexander.—How Cre. Then Troilus Mould have too much :if Me
do you, cousin? When were you at llium 3 ? prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than
Cre. This morning, uncle.

160 his; he having colour enough, and the other
Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? Thigher, is too faming a praise for a good com-
...To be crusped into feily, is to be confused and mingled with foily, so as that they make one mass

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plexion. I had as lieve, Helen's golden tonguel One and fifty bairs, quoth he, and one wbite. Text had commended Troilus for a copper nose. wbite bair is my farber, and all tbe reft are bis fom.

Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him Jupiter! quoth she, wbicb of these bairs is Perin better than Paris.

my busband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it Cre. Then the's a merry Greek, indced. 5 cul, and give it bim. But, there was such laugh.

Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to ing! and Helen so bluth'd, and Paris fo chaf c, him the cther day into the compass’d window ', and all the rest fo laugh’d, that it pass'd. and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs Cre. So let it now; for it has been a great on his chin.

while going by. Cre. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring 10 Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; his particulars therein to a total.

think on 't. Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, Cre. So I do. within three pound, lift as much as his brother Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, Hector.

an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound a retria. Cre. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter 2 : 15 Cre. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a

Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves netele against May. him ;-she came, and puts me her white hand to Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: his cloven chin,

Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass Cre. Juno have mercy !-How came it cloven ? toward Ilium ? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida.

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think, 20 Cre. At your pleasure. his smiling becomes him better than any man in Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here all Phrygia.

we may see moít bravely: I'll tell you them all Cre. O, he smiles valiantly.

by their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus Pan. Does he not?

above the rest. Cre. O, yes; an 'twere a cloud in autumn. 125

Æneas paffes over the ftage. Pan. Why, go to then :-But, to prove to you Cre. Speak not so loud. that Helen loves Troilus,

Pan. That's Æneas; Is not that a brave man? Cre. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you ;

But mark Troilus; you shall see anon.
Pan. Troilus? why he esteems her no more 30 Cre. Who's that?
than I esteem an addle egg.

Antenor pofjes over.
Cre. If you love an addle egg as well as you Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I
love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' the can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's

one o' the foundert judgement in Troy, whosoever; Pan. I cannot chuse but laugh, to think how she 35 and a proper man of person :

-When comes tickled his chin;--Indeed, he has a marvellous! Troilus? -- I'll shew you Troilus anon; if he see white hand, I must needs confefs.

me, you shall see him nod at me. Cre. Without the rack.

Cre. Will he give you the nod ? Pan. And the takes upon her to spy a white Pan. You shall see. hair on his chin.

40 Cre. If he do, the rich Thall have more 3. Cre. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.

Hector passes wuer.
Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that!
Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er.

There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector;—There's
Cre. With mill-stones.

a brave man, niece.- brave Hector I-Look, Par. And Cassandra laugh’d.

45 bow he looks! there's a countenance: Is 't not 2 Cre. But there was more temperate fire under brave man? the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too? Cre. O, brave man! Pan. And Hector laugh’d.

Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart goodCre. At what was all this laughing?

Look you, what hacks are on his helmet? look Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied 50 you yonder, do you fee? look you there! There's on Troilus' chin.

no jetting: laying on; take 't off who will, 25 Cre. An't had been a green hair, I should have they say: there be hacks ! laugh'd too.

Cre. Be those with fwords? Pan. They laugh'd not so much at the hair, as at

Paris paffes over. his pretty answer.

Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not: an the Cre. What was his answer ?

devil come to him, it's all one: By god's lid, it Pan. Quoth the, Here's but one and fifry hairs on does one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, your cbin, and one of them is wbite.

yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece ; Is't Cre. This is her question.

not a gallant man too, is 't not :-Why, this is Pan. That's true; make no question of that.60 brave now.-Who said, he came home hurt to

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day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's what I would not have hit, I can watch you for heart good now.

Ha! 'would I could see Troilus telling how I took the blow; unless it swell past now !--you Thall sec Troilus anon.

hiding, and then it is past watching.
Cre. Who's that?

Pan. You are such another!
Helenus pajjes over.


Enter Troilus' Boy.
Pan. That's Helenus,--I marvel, where Troilus Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.

is:- That's Helenus;-I think he went not forth Pan. Where?
to-day ;-That's Helenus.

Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him.
Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle?

Pan. Good boy, tell him i' come [Exit Bog]:
Pan. Helenus ? no;-yes, he'll fight indifferent 101 doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.
13 well:-1 marvel, where Troilus is ! -Hark; do Cre. Adieu, uncle.

you not hear the people cry, Troilus? Helenus Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. is a priest.

Cre. To bring, uncle, ber Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
Troilus passes over.

15 Cre. By the fame token-you are a bawd.
Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis

[Exit Pandarus. Troilus! there's a man, niece !- Hem!-Brave Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, locem. Troilus! the prince of chivalry!

He offers in another's enterprize :
Cre. Peace, for shame, peace !

But more in Troilus thousand fold I see
Par. Mark him; note him:-0 brave Troi-20 Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be;
lus !- look well upon him, niece; look you, how Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing;
his sword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing :
than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he That she 2 belov'd knows nought, that knows not
goes ! -0 admirable youth! he ne'er saw three

and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; 25 Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:
had I a lifter were a grace, or a daughter a god That she 2 was never yet, that ever knew
dess, he should take his choice. O admirable Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue:
man! Paris ?-Paris is dirt to him; and, I war Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,
rant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to Atchievement is, command; ungain'd, beseech :

30 Then though my heart's content 3 firm love doch
Enter Soldiers, &c.

Cre. Here come more.

Nothing of that Mall from mine eyes appear.
Pan. Affes, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaft

and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and

die i' the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er 351
look; the eagles are gone; crows and daws,

The Grecian Camp.
crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as
Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece.

Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Niftor, Uiyles, Men
Cre. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a

nelaus, with others.
better man than Troilus.

Agam. Princes,
Pan. Achilles? a dray-man, a porter, a very

What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?

The ample proposition, that hope makes
Cre. Well, well.

In all designs begun on earth below, 80;

Pan. Well, well?_Why, have you any discre Fails in the promis’d largeness; checks and disasters
tion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a 45 Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d;
man is? Is not birth, beauty, good thape, discourse, As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, libe-

Infect the found pine, and divert his grain
rality, and such like, the spice and salt that season Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
a man?

Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
Cre. Ay, a minc'd man: and then to be bak'd 50 That we come sort of our suppore so far,
with no dater in the pye,—for then the man's date That, after seven years' fiege, yet Troy walls stand;

Sith every action that hath gone before,
Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not Whereof we have record, trial did draw

Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon 55 And that unbodied figure of the thought
my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to That gave 't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
defend mine honesty'; my mask, to defend my Do you with cheeks abaih'd behold our works;
beauty; and you, to defend all thcfe: and at all And think them Thames, which arc, indeed,
these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.

nought elle
Pan. Say one of your watches.

60 But the protractive trials of great Jove,
Cre. Nay, I'll watch you for that ; and that's To find persistive constancy in men?
one of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward The fineness of which metal is not found

" To account for the introduction of this quibble, it should be remembered that dates were an
ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every kind.

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In fortune's love : for then, the bold and coward, Uly]: Troy, yet upon her basis, had been down, The wife and fool, the artist and unread,

And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin : But for these instances. But, in the wind and tempelt of her frown, The specialty of rule 4 hath been neglected; Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, 5 And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;

Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow fa&tions. And what hath mass, or matter, by itself

When that the general is not like the hive, Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

To whom the foragers shall all repair, Neft. With due observance of thy godlike seat, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

10 The unworthiest Mews as fairly in the mask. Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance The heavens themselves, the planets, and this Lies the true proof of men: The sea being smooth,

center, How many Mallow bauble boats dare fail

Observe degree, priority, and place, Upon her patient breast, making their way Infifture, -urse, proportion, season, form, With those of nobler bulk ?

15 Office, and custom, in all line of order: But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage

And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold

[cut, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Bounding between the two moist elements, Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat, 20 And posts, like the commandment of a king, Whose weak untimber'd fides but even now Sans check, to good and bad : But, when the Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fied,

planets, Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so

In evil mixture, to disorder wander, Doth valour's Thew, and valour's worth, divide What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny? In storms of fortune : For, in her ray and brightness, 25 What raging of the tea? shaking of earth? [rors, The herd hath more annoyance by the brize', Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horThan by the tyger : but when splitting winds Divert and crack, rend and deracinate Make flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

The unity and married calm of states And Aies fise under Made, Why, then, the thing Quite from their fixture? 0, when degree is shak'd, of courage,

30 Which is the ladder to all high defigns, As rowz'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, The enterprize is fick! How could communities, And with an accent tun'd in self-lame key, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Returns to chiding fortune.

Peaceful commerce from dividable Thores, Ulyg Agamemnon,

The primogenitive and due of birth, Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, 35 Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels, Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, But by degree, stand in authentic place? In whom the tempers and the minds of all Take but degree away, untune that string, Should be shut up-hear what Ulyfres speaks. And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets Besides the applause and approbation

In meer oppugnancy: Thc bounded waters The which,-most mighty for thy place and sway,–40 Should list their bofoms higher than the shores,

[To Agamemnon. And make a fop of all this folid globe: And thou most reverend for thy stretcht-out life, Strength Mould be lord of imbecility,

[To Neftor. And the rude fon Mould strike his father dead: I give to both your speeches,—which were such, Force should be right; or, rather right and wrong As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece

45 (Between whose endless jar justice refides) Should hold up high in brass; and such again, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver 3,

Then every thing includes itself in power, Should with a bond of air (strong as the axle-tree Power into will, will into appetite; On which heaven rides) knit all the Greekith ears And appetite, an universal wolf, To his experienc'd tongue,—yet let it please both, 50 so doubly seconded with will and power, Thou great,-and wise,-to hear Ulysses speak. Must make perforce an universal prey, Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be 't of less And, lait, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, expect

This chaos, when degree is suffocate, That matter needless, of importless burden, Follows the choaking. Divide thy lips; than we are confident, 55 And this neglection of degree it is, When rank Therfites opes his mastiff jaws, That by a pace goes backward ?, with a purpose We mall hear music, wit, and oracle,

Jit hath to climb : The general's disdain'd 1 The brize is the gad or borse-fly. 2 It is said of the tiger, that in storms and high winds he rages and roars most furiously. 3 Hatcb'd in filver, may mean, whose white hair and beard make him look like a figure engraved on filver. 4 i. e. the particular rights of fupreme authority. Sje. the earth, which, according to the Prolemaic system, then in vogue, is the center of the solar system. 6 i. 6. corporations, companies, confraternities. ? That goes backward step by step.


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