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. Cres. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles ! a drayman, a porter, a very 270 camel.

Cres. Well, well.

Pan. Well, well! Why, have you any discretion?

have you any eyes? do you know what a man
is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, dis-
course, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue,
youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and
salt that season a man?

Cres. Ay, a minced man and then to be baked

with no date in the pie, for then the man's 280 date is out.

Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie.

Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon

my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my se-
crecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to
defend my beauty; and you, to defend all
these and at all these wards I lie, at a thou-
sand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one
of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward
what I would not have hit, I can watch you for
telling how I took the blow; unless it swell
past hiding, and then it's past watching.
Pan. You are such another!

Enter Troilus's Boy.

Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with

you.

Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come. [Exit Boy.] I
doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.
Cres. Adieu, uncle.

Pan. I will be with you, niece, by and by.

Cres. To bring, uncle?

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Cres. By the same token, you are a bawd.

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[Exeunt Pandarus.

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,
He offers in another's enterprise :

But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ;

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Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing:
That she beloved knows nought that knows not this:
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:
That she was never yet that ever knew

Love got so sweet as when desire did sue:
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach :
Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech.
Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

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[Exeunt.

Scene III.

The Grecian camp. Before Agamemnon's tent. Sennet. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses, Menelaus, with others.

Agam. Princes,

What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
The ample proposition that hope makes

In all designs begun on earth below

Fails in the promised largeness: checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd,

As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,

Infect the sound pine and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us
That we come short of our suppose so far

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That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls stand;
Sith every 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't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
with cheeks abash'd behold our works,

Do

you
And call 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 affined 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.
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

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Ulyss.

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,

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Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rivall❜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
The herd hath more annoyance by the breese
Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

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And flies fled under shade, why then the thing of

courage

As roused with rage with rage doth sympathize,

And with an accent tuned in selfsame key

Retorts to chiding fortune.

Agamemnon,

Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,