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Cressida. Will he give you the nod?1
HECTOR passes over.
that: There's a fellow !—Go thy way, Hector;—There's a brave man, niece.-0 brave, Hector !—Look, how he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a brave man?
Cressida. O, a brave man!
Pandarus. Is ’a not? It does a man's heart good.Look you what hacks are on his helmet? look you yonder, do you see? look you there! There's no jesting: there's laying on; tak’t off who will, as they say: there be hacks!
Cressida. Be those with swords?
PARIS passes over. Pandarus. Swords? any thing, he cares not: an the devil come to him, it's all one:-Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris : look ye, yonder, niece; Is't not a gallant man, too, is't not?—Why, this is brave now.Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha! would I could see Troilus now !—you shall see Troilus anon.
Cressida. Who's that?
HELENUS passes over. Pandarus. That's Helenus,-I marvel where Troilus is :--That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forth today :—That's Helenus.
Cressida. Can Helenus fight, uncle?
Pandarus. Helenus? no;-yes, he'll fight indifferent well :-I marvel, where Troilus is !—Hark, do you not hear the people cry, Troilus ?—Helenus is a priest.
Cressida. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
1 A term in the game at cards called noddy.
TROILUS passes over. Pandarus. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Hem !-Brave Troilus ! the prince of chivalry!
Cressida. Peace, for shame, peace! Pandarus. Mark him; note him ;-0 brave Troilus ! -look well upon him, niece; look you how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes !—0 admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris !--Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot.
Forces pass over the Stage. Cressida. Here come more.
Pandarus. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran; porridge after meat! I could live and die i the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece.
Cressida. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a better man than Troilus.
Pandarus. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Cressida. Well, well.
Pandarus. Well, well ? —Why, have you any discretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
Cressida. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date in the pye,—for then the man's date is out.
Enter TROILUS' Boy. Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. 2 Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every kind.
Pandarus. Good boy, tell him I come: [Exit Boy.] I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.
Cressida. Adieu, uncle.
mmand; ungain'd, beseech: Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. [Exit.
SCENE III.-The GRECIAN Camp. Before AGAMEM
ELAUS, and Others.
3 Twisted and rambling.
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
action that hath gone before, Whereof we have record, trial did draw Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, And that unbodied figure of the thought That gave surmised shape. Why then, you princes, Do you
with cheeks abash'd behold our works; And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought else But the protractive trials of great Jove, To find persistive constancy in men? The fineness of which metal is not found In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd5 and kin: But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away: And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.
Nestor. With due observance of thy godlike seat, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance, Lies the true proof of men: The sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk. But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, Bounding between the two moist elements, Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat, Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now Co-rival'd greatness? either to harbour fled, Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and brightness,
5 Joined by affinity.
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, 6
rage, As rous'd
with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
[To AGAMEMNON. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,
Ulysses. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,