Cre. So let it now, for it has been a great while ing by.

go

Pan. Well, coufin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on't.

Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'll be fworn 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound a retreat. Cre. And I'll fpring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field; fhall we stand up here, and fee them as they pass towards Ilium? (9) good niece, do; fweet niece Creffida. Cre. At your pleasure.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place, here we may fee them bravely; I'll tell you them all by their names as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest. Eneas paffes over the stage.

Cre. Speak not fo loud.

Pan. That's Æneas; is not that a brave man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; but mark Troilus, you shall see anon.

Cre. Who's that?

Antenor passes over the ftage.

per

Pan. That's Antenor, he has a fhrewd wit, I can tell you, and he's a man good enough; he's one o'th' foundest judgment in Troy whofoever, and a proper man of fon; when comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he fee me, you shall see him nod at me. Cre. Will he give you the nod ?

Pan. You fhall fee.

Cre. If he do, the rich fhall have more.

(9) Hark, they are coming from the field; shall we stand up here and fee them as they pass towards Ilium?] This conduct of the Poet, in making Pandarus decypher the warriors as they pass, seems an imitation of Homer's Helen on the walls, where the fhews the Greeks to Priam. This incident was borrowed by Euripides, in his Phoeniffe; and again copied by Statius, in the 9th book of his Thebais, where he makes Phorbas fhew to Antigone the chiefs of the Theban army.

Hector

Hector paffes over.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that: there's a fellow! go thy way, Hector; there's a brave man, niece: O brave Hector! look, how he looks! there's a countenance! is't not a brave man ?

Cre. O brave man!

Pan. Is he not? It does a man's heart good,-look you, what hacks are on his helmet, look you yonder, do you fee? look you there! there's no jefting; there's laying on, take't off who will, as they fay, there be hacks.

Cre. Be thofe with fwords?

Paris passes over.

Pan. Swords, any thing, he cares not, an the devil come to him, 'tis all one; by godflid, it does one's heart good. 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 faid, he came home hurt to-day? he's not hurt; why, this will do Helen's heart good now, ha? 'would, I could fee Troilus now; fhall fee Troilus anon. Cre. Who's that?

you

Helenus paffes over.

"Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is: that's Helenus ́.. I think, he went not forth to-day; that's Helenus.

Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?

Pan. Helenus, no-yes, he'll fight indifferent wellI marvel, where Troilus is ? hark, do you not hear the people cry Troilus? Helenus is a priest.

Cre. What fneaking fellow comes yonder ?

Troilus passes over.

Pan. Where! yonder? that's Deiphobus. Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece,―hem-brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry!

Cre. Peace, for fhame, peace.

Pan.

Pan. Mark him, note him: O brave Troilus! look well upon him, niece, look you how his fword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's, and how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth! he never faw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a fifter were a Grace, or a daughter a Goddefs, he fhould take his choice. O admirable man! Paris ?- -Paris is dirt to him, and, I warrant, Helen to change would give money to boot.

Enter common Soldiers.

Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Affes, fools, dolts, chaff and bran, chaff and bran; porridge after meat. I could live and dye i'th' eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws. I had rather be fuch a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece. Cre. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles? a dray-man, a porter, a very camel.
Cre. 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, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gentlenefs, virtue, youth, liberality, and fo forth, the fpice and falt, that feasons a man?

Cre. Ay, a minc'd man; and then to be bak'd with no date in the pye, for then the man's date is out.Pan. You are fuch another woman, one knows not at what ward you lie.

Gre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my fecrecy, to defend mine honefty; my mask to defend my beauty, and you to defend all these; and at all these wards 1 lie, at a thoufand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cre. Nay, I'll watch you for that, and that's one of the chiefeft of them too: If I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the

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blow;

blow; unless it fwell paft hiding, and then it is past watching.

Pan. You are fuch another.

Enter Boy.

Boy. Sir, my Lord would inftantly speak with you.

Pan. Where ?

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

Cre. Adieu, uncle.

Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.

Cre. To bring, uncle

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Cre. By the fame token, you are a bawd. [Exit Pan.
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facrifice,
He offers in another's enterprize:

But more in Troilus thoufand-fold I fee,
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may

be:

Yet hold I off. Women are angels wooing;

Things won are done; the foul's joy lies in doing:
That the belov'd 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, fo fweet, as when defire did fue;

Atchievement is command; ungain'd, befeech.
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach;

That though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to Agamemnon's Tent in the Grecian Camp.

Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Ulyffes, Diomedes, Menelaus, with others.

Agam.

RINCES,

[cheeks?

Rat grief hath set the jaundice on your

The ample propofition, that hope makes

In all defigns begun on earth below,

Fails in the promis'd largenefs: checks and difafters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;

As knots by the conflux of meeting fap
Infect the found 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,
That after fev`n years' fiege, yet Troy-walls ftand;
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 furmifed fhape. Why then, you Princes,
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works?
And think them shame, which are, indeed, nought else
But the protractive trials of great Jove,

To find perfiftive conftancy in men?

The fineness of which metal is not found

In fortune's love; for then, the bold and coward,

The wife and fool, the artist and unread,"

The hard and foft, feem all affin'd, and kin;
But in the wind and tempeft of her frown,
Diftinction 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.

Neft. With due obfervance of thy godlike feat, (10) Great Agamemnon, Neftor fhall apply

Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance

Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth,
How many fhallow bauble boats dare fail
Upon her patient breaft, making their way
With thofe of nobler bulk?

(10) With due obserwance of thy goodly feat,] Goodly is an epithet carries no very great compliment with it; and Neftor feems here to be paying deference to Agamemnon's flate and preheminence, The old books have it,- to thy godly feat; gedlike, as I have reform'd the text, feems to me the epithet defign'a; and is very conformable to what Æneas afterwards fays of Agamemnon;

Which is that God in office, guiding men?
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