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So, traitor!--when she comes ! - When is she thence? Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? I saw her look, or avy woman else.
Her bed is lodia; there she lies, a pearl : Tro. I was about to tell thee-When my heart, Between our Ilium, and where she resides, As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain;
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood; Lest Hector or my father shoukl perceive me, Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, I have (as when the sun doth light a storm)
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
Alarum. Enter Æneas.
Æne. How now prince Troilus? wherefore not a
field? Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than
Tro. Becanse not there; This woman's answer sorts, Helen's, (well, go to) there were no more comparison
For womanish it is to be from thence. between the women,-But, for my part, she is my kins. woman ; I would not, as they term it, praise her:-But
What news, Æneas, from the field today?
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. I would samebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit;
Tro. By whom, Æneas ?
Troilus, by Menelause
Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn; Tro. O Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus,
[Alaruan, When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd,
Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. Reply not in how many fathorns deep
Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day !
Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were may.They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair;
But, to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound thither?
Æne. In all swist haste. Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Tro. Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;
Come, go we then together. [E.zcunt. Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
SCENE 11.-The same. A Street. Enter Cresside In whose comparison all whites are ink,
and Alexander. Writing their own reproach: To whose soft seizure Cres. Who were those weot by? The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
Queen Hecuba, and Helen. Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tellist me, Cres. And whither go they? As true thou telläst me, when I say, I love her;
Up to the eastern tower, But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Thou lay'st in every gash that love batlı given me To soe the battle. Hector, whose patience The knife that made it.
Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd : Pan. I speak no more than truth.
He chid Andronache, and struck his armouitr ; Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
What was his cause of anger? on of her, and ill-thought on of you : gone between Aler. The noise goes, this: There is among the and between, but small thanks for my labour.
Greeks Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector ; 1 me?
They call him, Ajax. Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, she's not Cres.
and what of him? so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, she would Alex. They say he is a very man per se, be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. But And stands alone. what care I? I care not, an she were a black-a-moor; Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, sick, or 'tis all one to me.
have no legs. Tro. Say I, she is not fair?
Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a their particular additions ; he is as valiant as the lion, fool to stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant; a man into and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: for my whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter. is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion : Tro. Pandarus,
there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse Pan. Not I.
of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some stain Tro. Sweet Pandarus,
of it: he is melancholy without cause, and meny Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave against the hair : He hath the joints of every thing; ail as I found it, and ther end. (Exit Pandarus. but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Bri
[ An Alarum.
areus, mang lands and no use; or purblind Argus, all Tro. Peace, you ungracious clainours ! peace, rude
eyes and no sight. sounds!
Cres. But how should this man, that makes me Fools on both sides ! Helea must needs be far, smile, make Hector angry? When with your blood you daily paint ber dius. Alex. They say, le resterday coped Hector in the I cannot fight upon this argument;
battle, and struck him down; the disdain and shame It is too starv'd a subject for my sword.
whereof hath ever since kepe Hector fusting and But Pandarus-o gods, how do you plague me! waking. I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
Enter Pandarus. And he's as tetchy to be wood a woo,
Cres. Who comes here? As she is stubborni-chaste against all suita
dler. Madam,'your unele Pandarus
Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Pan. Náy, I am sure she does. She came to him Pan. What's that? what's that?
the other day into a compassed winrow,-and, you Cres. Good morrow, unele Pandarus.
know, he lias noć past three or four bairs on liis chin. Pon. Good morrow, cousin Cressid : What do you Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring talk of?-Good morrow, Alexander.-How do you, his particulars therein to a total. cousin ? When were you at Ilium?
Pan. Why, he is very young : and yet will he, withCres. This morning, uncle.
in three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector. Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? Pon. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him ;Helen was not up, was she?
came, and puts me her white band to his cloven Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. chin,Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early.
Cres. Juno have mercy !-How came it cloven ? Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his Pan. Was be angry?
smiling becomes him better than any man in all Cres. So he says bere.
Phrygia. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too ; he'll Cres. O, be smiles valiantly. tay about him to day, I can tell them that: and there Pan. Does he not? is Troilus will not come far behind him ; let them take Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too.
Pan. Why, go to then :-But to prove to you that Cres. What, is he angry too?
Helen loves Troilus, Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man o'the Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove two.
it so. Cres. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison.
Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more than I Pan. Wbat, not between Troilus and Hector? Do esteem an addle egg. you know a man if you see him?
Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew him. an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she has a marvellous white not Hector.
hand, I must needs confess. Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some degrees. Cres. Without the rack. Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair op Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus ! I would, he
his chin. Were,
Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Cres. So he is.
Pan. But, there was such lavghing ;-Queen HecuPan. – 'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India. ba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Cres. He is not Hector.
Crcs. With mill-stones. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.—'Would 'a
Pan. And Cassandra laughed. were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time must
Cres. Bat there was a more temperate fire under the friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well,- I would, my heart pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too! were in her body !-No, Hector is not a better man Pan. And Hector laughed. dan Troilus.
Cres. At what was all this laughing? Cres. Excuse me.
Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Pan. He is elder.
Troilus' ehin. Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.
Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell me laughed too. another tale, when the other's come to't. Hector shall Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as at not have his wit this year.
his pretty answer. Cres. Ile shall not need it, if he have his own.
Crcs. What was his answer? Pan. Nor his qualities;
Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on Cres. No matter.
your chin, and one of them is white. Pan. Nor his beauty.
Cres. This is her question. Cres. 'Twould not become him; his own's better. Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One
Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Helen herself and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one while : That white swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Jupi(for so 'tis, I must confess,)-Not brown neither. ter ! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my hus Cres. No, but brown.
band? The forked one, quoth he; Pluck it out, and Pan. 'Faith, to sảy truth, brown and not brown. give it him. But, there was such laughing ! and HelCres. To say the truth, true and not true.
eo so blushed, and Paris so chafod, and all the rest so Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. laughed, that it passed. Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enougli.
Cres. So let it now; for it bas been a great while Pan. So he has.
going by. Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : if she
Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday, praised him above, his complexion is higher than his;
think on't. he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too
Cres. So I do. flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as lief,
Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a || 'were a man born in April. copper nose.
Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a netPan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him better
tle against May.
[A Retreat sounded. than Paris,
Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : sball
we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward
Forces pass over the stage. Ibum? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida.
Cres. Here come more. Cres. At your pleasure.
Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, claff and Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here we
bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die i'the may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their
eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the eagles names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the
are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! I had
rather be such a man as Troilus, than Aganemnon Æneas passes over the stage.
and all Greece. Cres. Speak not so loud.
Crts. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a betPan. That's Æneas ; not that a brave man? he's
ter man than Troilus. one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you ; But mark Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Troilus; you shall see anon.
Cres. Well, well. Cres. Who's that?
Pan. Well, well ?-Why, have you any discretion ? Antenor passes over.
have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, tell you; and be's a man good enough : he's one oilearning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such the soundest judgements in Troy, whosoever, and a like, the spice and salt that season a man? proper man of person :-When comes Troilus - I'll Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with show you Troilus anon ; if he see me, you shall see no date in the pie, -for then the man's date is out. hinn nod at me.
Pan. You are such a woman! one knows for at Cres. Will be give you the nod ?
what ward you lie. Pan. You shall see.
Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my Crcs. If he do, the rich shall have more.
wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend Hector passes over.
mine honesty ; my mask, to defend my beauty; and Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that ;
yon, to defend all these: and at all these wards I lic, There's a fellow !--Go thy way, Hector;-There's a
at a thousand watches. brave man, niece. O brave Hector! Look, how he
Pan. Say one of your watches. looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a brave man?
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one Cres. O, a brave man!
of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward what I Pan. Is a' not? It does a man's heart good-Look would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I you, what hacks are on his belmet? look you yonder,
took the blow; uuless it swell past hiding, and then it do you see? look you there! There's no jesting:
is past watching. there's laying on; take't off who will, as they say:
Pan. You are such another! there be hacks!
Enter Troilus's Boy. Cres. Be those with swords?
Bay. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with yos. Paris passes over.
Man. Where? Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not: an the devil
Boy. At your own house ; there le unorms him. come to him, it's all one : By god's lid, it does one's
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: [Exit Bay.]-I heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Pa
doubt, he be burt.--Fare ye well, good niece. ris: look ye yonder, niece; Is't not a gallant man too,
Cres Adieu, uncle. is't not ?-Why, this is brave now.- Who said, he came
Pan, I'll be with you, niece, by and by. hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do
Cres. To bring, uncle, Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would I could see
Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
Cres. By the same token-you are a bawd.
-Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice,
He offers in anothef's enterprize: Pan. That's Helenus ;-1 marvel, where Troilos is :
But more in Troilus thousand fold I see
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: -I marvel, where Troilus is !-Hark; do you not hear
That she belov'd knows pought, that knows not this, the people cry, 'Troilus?-Helenus is a priest.
- Men prize the thing ungaind more than it is :
That she was never yet, that ever knew
Love gut so sweet, as when desire did sue :
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,-
Achicvenient is command; ungaind, beseceh: Jus! there's a man, niece !-Hem:-Brave Troilus !
Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (E.rit. the prince of chivalry! Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!
SCENE II.-The Grecian Camp. Before Agamein Pan. Mark bim; note him ;-0 brave Troilus ! non's Tent. Trumpets. Erter Agamemnon, NesJook well upon him, niece; look yow, how his sword tor, Ulysses, Menelaus, and others. is bloodied, and lis helm niore hack'd than Hector's;
Aga. Princes, And how he looks, arzd how he goes!- admirable what grief hath set the jaundice on your checks? youth! he ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way, The ample proposition, that hope makes Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or a In all designs begun on earth below, daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris - Paris is dirt to him; and, I
Fails in the promised largeness : checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest reard ; Warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to, boot. As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain
When mnk Thersites opes his mastiff jaws,
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, That we come short of our suppose so far,
And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master, That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand ; But for these instances. Sith every action that hath gone before,
The specialty of rule hath been neglected : Whereof we have record, trial did draw
And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions And that unbodied figure of the thought
When that the general is not like the hive, That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, | To whom the foragers shall all repair, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ; What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought else 'The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. But the protinctive trials of great Jove,
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, To find persistive constancy in men?
Observe degree, priority, and place, The fineness of which meta] is not found
Insistur, course, proportion, season, form, In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, Office, and custom, in all line of order: The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, The bard and soft, seein all affind and kin:
In noble eminence enthron'd and spherd But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Amidst the other ; whose med'einable eye Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;
And posts, like the commandment of a king, And what bath mass, or matter, by itself
Sans check, to good and bad : But, when the planets, Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.
In evil mixture, to disorder wander, Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, What plagues, and what portents ? what mutiny? Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth? Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horrors, Lies the true proof of men: The sea being smooth, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
The unity and married calm of states Upon her patient breast, making their way
Quite from their fixure? O, when degree is shakid, With those of nobler bulk?
Which is the ladder of all high desigus, But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
'The enterprize is sick! How could communities, The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
The primogenitive and due of birth,
But by degree, stand in authentic place?
Take but degree away, untune that string, Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
And, bark, what discord follows ! each thing meets Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and brightness, Should lify their bosoms higher than the shores, The herd hath more annoyance by the brize,
And make a sop of all this solid globe: Than by the tiger : but when the splitting wind Strength should be lord of imbecility, Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And the rude son should strike his father dead : And, flies fled under shade, Why, then, the thing of Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, courage,
(Between whose endless jar justice resides) As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. And with an accent turn'd in self-same key,
Then erery thing includes itself in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;
And appetite, an universal wolf,
Must make perforce an universal prey,
And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,
Follows the choking.
[To Agamemnon. | That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd
[To Nestor. || By him one step below; he, by the next; I give to both your speeches,-which were such, That next, by him beneath : so every step, As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Exampled by the first pace that is sick Shoull hold up high in brass; and such again, Of his superior, grows to an envious fever As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,
Of pale and bloodless emulation: Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, On which beaven rides.) knit all the Greekish ears Ņot her own sinews. To end a tale of length, To his experiene'd congue.-yet let it please both, - Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. Thou great, and wise,-lo hear Ulysses speak. Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd Aga. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less ex. 'The fever whereof all our power is sick. pect
Aga. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, That matter needless, of importless borden,
What is the reinedy? Divide thy lips ; than we are confident,
Ulyss. The great Achilles,-whop opinion croiros
The sinew and the forehand of our host,
Aga. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus.
En er Æneas.
Aga. What would you 'fore our tent? Breaks scurril jests ;
Is this And with ridiculous and awkward action
Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray? (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls.)
Even this He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Æne. May one, that is a herald, and a prince, Thy topless deputation he puts on;
Do a fair message to his kingly ears? And, like a strutting player,—whose conceit
Aga. With surety stronger than Achillesari Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
Call Aganiemnon head and general. ”Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How may Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming
A stranger to those most imperial looks He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks, Know them from eyes of other mortals ? "Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd, Aga.
How? Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd, Æne. Ay; I ask, that I might waken reverence, Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff,
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Which is that god in office, guiding men?
Aga. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy That's done ;
-as near as the extremest ends Are ceremonious courtiers, of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife:
Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unárin'd, Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent !
As bending angels; that's their fame in peace: 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Arming to answer in a night alarm.
Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age
accord, Must be the scene of mirth : to cough, and spit, Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,
Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips ! Shake in and out the rivet :-and at this
sport, The worthiness of praise distains his worth, Sir Valour dies ; cries, 0 !-enough, Patroclus, If that the prais'd himself bring the praise fortk: Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all
But what the repining enemy commends, In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashions That breath fame follows ; that praise, sole purt, All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
transcends. Severals and generals of grace exact,
Aga. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name. Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
What's your affair, I pray you? Success, or loss, what is, or is vot, serves
Æne. Sir, pardon ; 'tis for Agamemno's cars. As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
Aga. He leurs nought privately, tbat comes fron Nest. And in the imitation of these twain
Troy. (Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns
Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: With an imperial voice,) many are infect.
I bring a trumpet to awake his ear; Ajax is grown self-will'd; and bears his head
To set his sense on the attentive bent, In such a rein, in full as proud a place
And then to speak. As broad Achilles : keeps his tent like him ;
Speak frankly as the wind; Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war, It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour: Bold as an oracle : and sets Thersites
That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, (A slave, whose gali coius slanders like a mint.) He tells thee so himself. To match us in comparisons with dirt;
Trumpe, blow loud, To weaken and discredit our exposure,
Send thiy brass voice through all these lazy tents; How rank soever rounded in with danger.
And every Greek of mettle, let him know, Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud. Count wisdom as no member of the war;
[Trumpet sounds Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
We have, great Agamemnon, here in Tros But that of band : the still and mental parts, A prince call'd Hector, (Priam is his father,) That do contrive how many hands shall strike, Who in this dull and long-continued trice When fitness calls them on; and know, by mcasure Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet, of their observant toil, the enemics' weight And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, fords! Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:
If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece, They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet-war: Tbat holds his honour higher than his ease; So that the ram, that batters down the wall,
That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril ;
And dare avow her beauty and her worth,