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Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? Pan. I swear to you, I thiuk, Helen lovi's Was Hector armed, and gone, cre ye came to him better than Paris. Ilium ? Helen was not up, was she?
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, iudeed. Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to Pan. E'en 80; Hector was stirring early. him the other day into a compassed window,-Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. and, you know, he has not past three or four Pan. Was he angry?
hairs on his chin. Cres. So he says here.
Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may 3007 Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; bring his particulars therein to a total. Phe'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that : Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, and there is Troilus will not come far behind within three pound, lift as much as his brother him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell Hector. them that too.
Cres. Is be so young a man, and so old a lifter? Cres. What, is he angry too ?
Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man bim ;—she came, and puts me her white band to of the two.
his cloven chin, Cres. 0, Jupiter ! there's no comparison. Cres. Juno have mercy!-How came it cloven?
Pan. Wbat, not between Troilus and Hector? Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, Do you know a man,
bis smiling becomes him better than any man in Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew all Phrygia. him.
Cres. O, he smiles valiantly. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
Pan. Does he not? Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. he is not Hector.
Pan. Why, go to then :-But to prove to you, Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some that Helen loves Troilus,degrees.
Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Cres, 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. prove it so.
Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, Pan. Troilus? why, he esteews her no more he were,
than I esteem an addle egg. Cres. So he is.
Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you Pan. —'Condition, I had gone barefoot to India. love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'th, Cres. He is not Hector.
shell. Pan. Himself? no, be's not himself.-'Would Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think bow a were himself! Well, the gods are above; she tickled his chin ;-Indeed she has a mar'Time must friend, or end : Well, Troilus, well, - vellous white hand, I must needs consess. I would, my heart were in her body!- No, Cres. Without the rack. Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a whito Cres. Excuse me.
hair on his chin. Pan. He is elder.
Cres. Alas, poor chin! inany a wart is richer. Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.
Pan. But there was such laughing, - Queen Pan. The other's not coine to't ; you shall tell Hecuba laughed, that ber eyes ran o'er. me another talc, when the other's come to't. Cres. With millstones. Hector shall not have his wit this year.
Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Cres. He shall not nced it, if he have his own. Cres. But there was a more temperate fire Pan. Nor his qualities ;
under the pot of her eyes ;-did her eyes run Cres. No matter.
Pan. And Hector laugh'd. [o'er too? Pan. Nor his beauty.
Cres. At what was all this laughing? Cres. "Twould not become him, bis own's Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen better.
spied on Troilus' chin. Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for a have laughed too. brown favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,) - Not Pan. They laughed not so inuch at the hair, brown neither.
as at his pretty answer. Cres. No, but brown.
Cres. What was bis answer ? Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs brown.
on your chin, and one of them is white. Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. Cres. This is her question. Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. Pan. That's true; make no question of that. Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough.
One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white : Pan. So he ḥas.
that white hair is my father, and all the rest are Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : if his sons. Jupiter ! quoth she, which of these hairs she praised him above, bis complexion is higher is Paris, my husband? The forked one, quoth be; than his; be having colour enough, and the pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was otber bigber, is too flaming a praise for a good such laughing! and Helen so blushed, and Pariz complexion. I bad as lief, Helen's golden tongue so cbafed, and all the l'est so laughed, that it had commended Troilus for a copper. 01091. passed.
Crcs. So let it now; for it has been a great Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder? while guing by.
Troilus passes over. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yester- Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis day; think on't.
Troilus! there's a man, niece! Hem ! Brave Cres. So I do.
Troilus! the prince of chivalry! :Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep Cres. Peace, for shame, peace! you, an 'twere a man born in April.
Pun. Mark him; note bim; O brave Troilus! Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere look well upon him, niece; look you, how his a nettle against May. [a retreut sounded. sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than
Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Hector's; and how he looks, and how he goes ! shall we stand up here, and see them, as they o admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and pass toward Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had Cres. At your pleasure,
(Cressida. I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; he should take his choice. O admirable man! here we may see them most bravely : I'll tell Paris ?-Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, you them all by their names, as they pass by; Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot. but mark Troilus above the rest.
Forces pass over the stage,
Cres. Here come more. id sea
Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff Pan. That's Æneas. Is not that a brave man? and bran! Porridge after meat! I could live he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; and die i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er but mark Troilus ; you shall see anon,
the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows Cres. Who's that? 15 ; Frij
and daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus, Antenor passes over.
than Agamemnon and all Greece. Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; a I can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's better man than Troilus. one o'the souudest judgments in Troy, whoso- Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very ever, and a proper man of person : -When comes camel. Troilus ?-I'll show you Troilus anon; if he see Cres. Well, well. me, you shall see him nod at me.
Pan. Well, well ? Why, have you any disCres. Will he give you the nod?
cretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what Pun. You shall see.
a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, disCres. If he do, the rich shall have more. course, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, Hector passes over.
youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that. that season a man? There's a fellow!-Go thy way, Hector.—There's Cres. Ay, a minced man; and then to be A brave man, niece. Obrave Hector !-Look, baked with no date in the pye, for then the man's how he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a date is out. brave man?
Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not Cres. 0, a brave man!
at what ward you lie. Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upLook you what hacks are on bis helinet! look on my wit, to defend my wiles ; upon my secrecy, you yonder, do you seo ? look you there! There's to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my no jesting: there's laying on; take't off who will, beauty; and you, to defend all these : and at all as they say: there be hacks !
these wards I lie, at a thousand watches. Cres. Be those with swords?
Pan. Say one of your watches.
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not: an the one of the chiefest of them too : if I cannot ward devil come to him, it's all one: by god's lid it what I would not have bit, I can watch you for does one's heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yon- telling how I took the blow; unloss it swell past der comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece; is't not hiding, and then it is past watching. a gallant man too, is't not ?- Why, this is brave Pan. You are such another ! Who said, he came hurt home to-day?
Enter Troilus' Boy. he's not hurt : why, this will do Helen's heart Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with good now. Ha! 'would I could see Troilus you. now!—you shall see Troilus anon.
Pan. Where? Cres. Who's that?
Boy. At your own house; there he unarms Helenus passes over.
him. Pan. That's Helenus ;-I marvel, where Pan, Good boy, tell him I come: [exit Boy] I Troilus is :-that's Helenus ;-I think he went doubt, he be hurt. — Fare ye well, good niece. not forth to-day:—that's Helenus.
Cres. Adieu, uucle. Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?
Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by Pan. Helenus ? no ;- yes, be'll fight indiffer- Cres. To bring, uncle,ent well: I marvel, where Troilus is !-Hark; Pan. Ay, a token from 1'roilus. do you not hear the people cry, Troilus? Helous Cres. By the same token-you are a bawi. is a priest.
Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, Whose weak untimber'd sides bu
but even now He offers in another's enterprise :
Co-rival'd greatness? either to harbour filed, But more in Troilus thousand fold I see
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ; Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing : In storms of fortune : for, in her ray and bright. Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing :
ness, That she, belov'd, knows nought, that knows not The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, this,
Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : Makes flexible tbe knees of knotted oaks, That she was never yet, that ever knew And dies filed under shade, why, then, the thing Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue :
of courage, Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,— As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Achievement is command ; ungain'd, beseech : And with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Then, though my heart's content firm love doth Returns to chiding fortune. bear,
Ulyss. Agamemnon,Nothing of that shallfrom mine eyes appear. [exit. Thou great cominander, nerve and bone of Greece SCENE III. THE GRECIAN CAMP. BEFORE AGAMEM- Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, NON'S TENT.
In whom the tempers, and the minds of all Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses, Should be shut up,—hear what Ulysses speaks. Menelaus, and others.
Besides the applause and approbation Agam. Princes,
The which,-must mighty for thy place and What grief bath set the jaundice on your cheeks? sway, —
[to Agamemnon. The ample proposition, that hope makes
And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out In all designs begun on earth below,
[to Nestor. Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and I give to both your speeches, which were such, disasters
As Agamemnon and the band of Greece Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ; Should hold up high id brass ; and such again, As knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap
As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Should with a bond of air (strong as the axle-tree Tortive and errant from his course of growth. On which heaven rides) knit all the Greekish ears Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
To his experienc'd tongue,—yet let it please TH we come short of our suppose so far,
both, That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls Thou great,—and wise,—to hear Ulysses speak. stand;
Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of Sith every action that hath gone before,
less expect, Whereof we have record, trial did draw
That matter needless, of importless burden, Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, Divide thy lips ; than we are confident, And that, unbodied figure of the thought, When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, That give't surmised shape. Why then, you We shall bear music, wit, and oracle. princes,
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master, And think them shames, wbich are, indeed, dought But for these instances. else
The specialty of rule bath been neglected : But the protractive trials of great Jove,
And, louk, how many Grecian tents do stand To find persistive constancy in men ?
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions The fineness of which metal is not found
When that the general is not like the hive, In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, To whom the foragers shall all repair, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarder, The bard and soft, scem all affin'd and kin: The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, The heavens themselves, the planets, and this Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
centre Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Office, and custom, in all line of order:
In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth, Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail And posts, like the commandment of a king, Upon her patient breast, making their way Sans check, to good and bad; but, when the With those of nobler bulk !
In evil mixture, to disorder wander, (planets, But let the ruffian Roreas once enrage
What plagues, and what porteuts? what mutiny? The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth? The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains Commotion in the wivds? frights, changes, hero Bounding between the two moist elements, [cut, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate (rors, Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy host, | The unity and married calm of states
Quite from their fixture? O, when degree is shak'd, Now play me Nestor :-hem, and stroke thy beuroh Which is the ladder of all bigb designs,
As he, being 'drest to some oration. The enterprise is sick! How could communities, That's done;-as pear as the extremest ends Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Of parallels ; as like as Vulcan and his wife: Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent! The primogenitive and due of birth,
'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, Arming to answer in a night alarm. But by degrees, stand in authentic place?
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of ige Take but degree away, untune that string, Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit, And, bark, what discord follows! each thing meets And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Shake in and out the rivet:-and, at this sport, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, Sir Valuur dies; cries, 01-enough, Patroclus ; And make a sop of all this solid globe:
Or give me ribs of steell I shall split all Strength should be lord of imbecility,
In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, And the rude son should strike his father dead : All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong Severals and generals of grace exact, (Betweeu whose endless jar justice resides), Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, Should lose their names, and so should justice too: Excitements to the field, or speech for truce, Then every thing includes itself in power, Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves Power into will, will into appetite;
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes. Aud appetite, an universal wolf,
Nest. And in the imitation of these twain So doubly seconded with will and power, (Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns Must make perforce an universal prey,
With an imperial voice,) many are infect. And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, Ajax is grown self-willid; and bears his head This chaos, wher degree is suffocate,
In such a rein, in full as proud a place Follows the choking.
As broad Achilles: keeps his tent like him; And this neglcction of degree it is,
Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of was, That by a pace goes back ward, with a purpose Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd (A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) By him one step below; he, by the next;
To match us in comparisons with dirt; That next, by him beneath: so every step,
To weaken and discredit our exposure, Exampled by the tirst pace, that is sick
How rauk snever rounded in with danger. Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it awOf pale and bloodless emulation :
ardice; And 'tis this fever, that keeps Troy on foot, Count wisdom as no member of the war; Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Forestall prescience, and esteem no act Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. But that of hand : the still and mental parts,
Nest. Most wisely bath Ulysses here discover'd That do contrive how many hands shall strike, The fever, whereof all our power is sick. When fitness calls them on: and know, by Agam. The nature of the sickness found,
measure Wbat is the remedy ?
(Ulysses, Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, Ulyss. The great Achilles,—whom opinion Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:
They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet-war: The sinew and the forehand of our host,
So that the ram, that batters down the wall, Having his ear full of his airy fame,
For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent They place before his hand, that made the engine; Lies mocking our designs: with him, Patroclus, Or those, that with the fineness of their souls Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day
By reason guide his execution. Breaks scurril jests;
Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse And with ridiculous and awkward action
Makes many Tbetis' sons. [trumpet sounds (Wbich, slanderer, he imitation calls),
Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus. He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,
Men, From Troy.
Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray? •Twixt his stretch'd fouting and the scaffoldage, Agam. Even this. Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming TĚne. May one, that is a herald, and a prince, He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, Do a fair message to his kingly ears 'Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms un- Ayam. With surety stronger than Achilles arna squar'd,
[dropp'd, 'Fore all the Greckish heads, which with one vulce Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon Call Agamemnon bend and general. Would scein hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How inay 'The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, A stranger to those most imperial looks From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Know then from eyes of other mortals ? Cries--Excellent!—'Tis Agamemnon just. —
We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; I ask, that I might waken reverence,
And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush,
That means not, bath not, or is not in love! Modest as morning, when she coldly eyes
If then one is, or hath, or means to be, The youthful Phoebus :
That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. Which is that god in office, guiding men ?
Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon? When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now;
Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of But, if there be not in our Grecian host Are ceremonious courtiers.
(Troy Que noble man, that hath one spark of fire Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d, To answer for his love, tell him from me,As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, But when they would seem soldiers, they have | And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn; galls,
[accord, | And, meeting him, will tell him, that my lady Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and Jove's Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, As may be in the world : his youth in flood, Peace, Trojan; lay tby finger on thy lips !! I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. The worthiness of praise distains his worth, Æne. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: Ulyss. Amen
[youth But what the repining enemy commends,
Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure, hand; transcends.
To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? Achilles shall have word of this intent; Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name.
So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: Agam. What's your affair, I pray you ?
Yourself shall feast with us before you go,
[exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor. from Troy.
Ulyss. Nestor, Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper Nest. What says Ulysses ? I bring a trumpet to awake his ear; [him : Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, To set his sense on the attentive bent,
Be you my time to bring it to some sbape. And then to speak.
Nest. What is't? Agam. Speak frankly as the wind;
Ulyss. This 'tis ; It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour :
Blunt wedges rive hard knots : the seeded pride, That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, That hath to this maturity blown up He tells thee so himself,
In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd,
Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,
Nest. Well, and how?
(trumpet sounds. However it is spread in general name, (sends, We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy Relates in purpose only to Achilles. A prince call’d Hector, (Priam is his father,) Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as Who in this dull and long-continued truce
substance, Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet, Whose grossness little characters sum up: And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords! And, in the publication, make no strain, If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece, But that Achilles, were his brain as barren That holds his honour higher than his ease; As banks of Libya,—though, Apollo know8, That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril; / 'Tis dry enough,—will with great speed of judgThat knows his valour, and knows not his fear; ment, That loves his mistress more than in confession, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) Pointing on him. And dare avow her beauty and her worth,
Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you 2 In other arms than hers,—to him this challenge.
may you else oppose, Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, That can from Hector bring those honours off, He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,
If not Achilles ? Though't be a sportful combats Than ever Greck did compass in his arms ;
Yet in the trial much opinion dwells ; And will to-morrow with his trumpet call, For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, With their fin'st palate : and trust to me, Ulysses To rouse a Grecian that is true in love :
Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd
In this wild action : for the success,
And in such indexes, although small pricks
The baby figure of the giant mass