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Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.
[Exit PANDARUS. Án Alarum. Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude
sounds! Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair, When with your blood you daily paint her thus. I cannot fight upon this argument; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. But, Pandarus- gods, how do you plague me! I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl: Between our Ilium', and where she resides, Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood; Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandarlo, Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS. Æne. How now, Prince Troilus11 ? wherefore not
afield ? Tro. Because not there; This woman's answer
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
Troilus, by Menelaus.
9 Ilium, properly speaking, is the name of the city; Troy that of the country. But Shakspeare, following the Troy Book, gives that name to Priam's palace, said to have been built upon a high rock. 10
This punk is one of Cupid's carriers;
Merry Wives of Windsor. 11 Troilus was pronounced by Shakspeare and his contemporaries as a dissyllable. "Pope has once or twice fallen into the same error, 12 i. e. fits, suite, is congruous. So in King Henry V.:• It sorts well with thy fierceness.'
Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar to scorn ; Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town
to-day! Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were
may. But, to the sport abroad;-Are you bound thither?
Æne. In all swift haste.
Queen Hecuba, and Helen.
Up to the eastern tower, Whose height ommands as subject all the vale, To see the battle. Hector, whose patience Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd: He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer; And, like as there were husbandryl in war, Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, And to the field goes he; where every flower Did, as a prophet, weep: what it foresaw In Hector's wrath. Cres.
What was his cause of anger? Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among the
Husbandry is thrift. Thus in King Henry V.:
- our bad neighbours make us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry.' ? The commentators have all taken light here as referring to
Poor Theobald, who seems to have had a suspicion that it did not, falls under the lash of Warburton for his temerity. Light, however, here has no reference to the mode in which Hector was armed, but to the legerity or alacrity with which he armed himself before sunrisc. Light and lightly are often used for nimbly, quickly, readily, by our old writers. No expression in more common ihan light of foot.' And Shakspeare has even used • light of ear.'
"And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Midsummer Nighi's Dream.
A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
Good; And what of him ?
Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.
Aler. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular addition85; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant, a man into whom nature hath so crouded humours that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair?: He hath the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.
Cres. But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry?
Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking
4 i. e. an extraordinary or incomparable person, like the letter A by itself. The usual mode of this old expression is A per se. Thus in Henrysoun's Testament of Cresseid, wrongly attributed by Steevens to Chaucer:
of faire Cresseide, the floure and a per se or Troy and
• That is the a per se and creame of all.' 5 Their titles, marks of distinction or denominations. The term in this sense is originally forensic.
Whereby he doth receive
Macbeth. o i. e, confused and mingled witb tolly. So in Cymbeline :
Crush bim together, rather than unfold
His measure duly.' ? Equivalent to a phrase still in use Against the grain. The French eay, à contre poil.
Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What do you talk of?-Good morrow, Alexander.- How do you, cousin ? When were you at lium?
Cres. This morning, uncle.
Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.
Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too: he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that; and there is Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too.
Cres. What, is he angry too?
Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of the two.
Cres. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison.
Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man if you see him ?
Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew him.
Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is not Hector.
Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some degrees.
Cres. "Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
Cres. So he is,
Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself-'Would 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, I would, my heart were in her body!-No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
Cres. Excuse me.
Pan. T'he other's not come to’t; you shall tell me another tale when the other's come to't. Hector shall not hare his wit this year.
Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own.
Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour (for so 'tis, I must confess),-Not brown neither.
Cres. No, but brown.
Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much: if she praised him above, his complexion is higher than his; he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose.
Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him better than Paris.
Cres. Then she's a merry Greeks, indeed.
8 See vol. i. p. 345, note 1.