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hands. SCENE 1.-Troy.-Before PRIAM's Palace. Tro. Good Pandarus ! How flow, Pandarus ? Enter Troilus arm'd, and PANDARUS.

Pan. I have had my labour for my travel ; ill.

thought out of bei, and ill-thought on of you : Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again : gone between and between, but small tbauks for Why should I war without the walls of Troy,

my labour. That find sncb cruel battle here within

Tro. What, art thon angry, Pandarus ? what, Each Trojan that is master of his heart,

with nie Let him to field : Triolus, alas ! hath none. Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ?

she's not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen their strength,

is on Sunday. But what care 1? I care not, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness va an she were a black-a-moor ; 'tis all one to me. liant ;

Tro. Say 1, she is not fair ? But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. Tamer than sleep, fouder + than ignorance ; She's a fool to stay behind her father ; let her to Less valiaut than the virgin in the vight, the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the vext time I And skilless as unpractis'd infancy.

see her: for my part, I'll meddle uor prake no Pan. Well, I have told you énongh of this ; more in the matter. for my part, I'll not meddle nor inake no further. Tro. Pandarus, He that will have a cake out of the wheat must Pan. Not I. tarry the grinding.

Tro. Sweet Pandarns, Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Pan. Pray yon, speak no more to me; I will Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry leave all as i found it, and there an end. the bolting.

(Exit PANDARUS. An Alarum. Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the

rude sounds! leavening.

Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair, Tro. Still have I tarried.

When with your blood you daily paint ber thus. Pan. Ay, to the leaveuing; but here's yet, in 1 cannot fight upon this argument; the word, hereafter, the kneading, the making It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. of the cake, the beating of the oven, and the But Pandarus-0 gods, how do you plague me! baking : nay, you must stay the cooling too, or I cannot come to Cressid, but by Paudar; you may chance to burn your lips.

And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, Tro.' Patience herseli, (wliat goddess e'er As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. she be)

Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daplane's love, Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do

What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we At Priam's royal table do I sit,

Her bed is ludia; there she lies, a peail: And when fair Cressid comes into my thouglits,- Between our lium and where she resides, 80, traitor !—when she comes !--Wheu is she Let it be call’d the wild and wandering Hood; thence?

Oursell, the merchant; and this sailing Pan Pan. Well, she looked yesterviglit fairer than

dar, ever I saw her look, of any woman else. Our doubtrul hope, our convoy, and our bark. Tro. I was about to tell thee,- When my heart,

Alarum. Enter Æneas. As wedged with a sigh, would rive 5 in twain,

Æne. How low, prince Troilus 1 wherefore Lest Hector or my father should perceive me,

not afield ? I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Tro. Becanse not there. This woman's anBuried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile :

swer sorts But sorrow that is couch'd in seeming glad-For womanish it is to be from thence. ness,

What news, Æneas, from the field to-day! Is like that inirth rate turns to sudden sadness.

#ne. That Paris is returned home, and burt. Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker

Tro. By whom, Æucas ? than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more

Æne. Troilus, by Menelaus. coinparison between the woinen,--But, for my Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'us but a scar 10 part, she is my kinswoman: I would not, as they

scorn ; term it, praise her,---But I would somebody had Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. beard ber talk yesterday, as I did. I will not

ne. Hark! what good sport is out of town dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit; but

to-day ! Tro. O Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus,

Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown's,

may.Reply not in how many fathoms deep

But to the sport abroad ;- Are you bound thi. They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad

Æne. In all swift haste.
In Cressid's love : Thou answer'st, she is fair ; Tro. Come, go we then together.

(Excunt.
Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice ; SCENE II.-The same.--A Strect.
Handlest in thy discourse, oh! that her brand,
In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Enter CRESSI DA and ALEXANDER. Writing their own reproach ; To whose soft Cres. Who were those went by ? seizure

Alex. Queen Hecnda, and Heien.
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Cres. And whither go they?
Hard as the palm of ploughmen ! This thou

Aler. Up to the eastern tower,
tell'st ine,

Whose height commands as suhject all the vale As true thon tellist me, when I say -- I love her ; To see the battle. Hector, whose patience But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,

Is as a virtne fix'd, to-day was mov'd: 'Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer ; The knife that made it,

And, like as there were husbandry in war, Pan. I speak no more than truth.

Before the sun rose he was harness'd light, Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

And to the field oes he ; where every tlower Pan. 'Faith, l'll not neddle in't. Let her be Did as a prophet weep what it foresaw as she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her ; In Hector's wrath.

('res. What was his cause of anger 1 • A servant to a knight,

+ More foolish.
Shrink.
Splir.

• Is hecoming,

(Alarum.

(ther?

Alex. The noise goes, this : There is among Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell the Greeks

me another tale, when the other's come toʻt, A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector ; Hector shall not have his wit this year. They call him, Ajax.

Cres. He shall not need it, if be bave his own.
Cres. Good; And what of him

Pan. Nor his qualities ;
Aler. They say he is a very man per se, Cres. No matter.
And stands alone.

Pan. Nor his beauty,
Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, Cres. "Twould not become bim, his own's
sick, o have no legs.

better. Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts Pan. You have no judgment, niece : Helen of their particular additions : t he is as valiant herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the ele. a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess, ) phant : a man into whom nature hath so crouded Not brown neither. bumours, that his valour is crushed | into folly, Cres. No, but brown. his folly sauced with discretion : there is no man Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not hath a virtue that he bath not a glimpse of ; nor brown. any man an attaint, but he carries some staln of Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. it: he is melancholy without cause, and merry Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. against the hair : 0 He hath the joints of every Cres. Why, Paris hath colous enough. thing; but every thing so out of joint, that be is Pan. So he has. a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use : or Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.

if she praised him above, his complexion is Cres. But how should this man, that makes higher than his; he having colour enough, and me stile, make Hecter angry?

the other higher, is too faming a praise for a Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in good complexion. I had as lief Helen's golden the battle, and struck him down ; the disdain and tongue had commended Troilus for a copper shame whereof bath ever since kept Hector fast. nose. ing and waking.

Pan. I swear to yon, I think Helen loves him

better than Paris. Enter PANDARUS.

Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Cres. Who comes here?

Pan. Nay, 1 am sure she does. She came to Aler. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.

him the other day into a compassed window, . Cres. Hector's a gallant man.

--and, you know, he has not past three or four Aler. As may be in the world, lady.

hairs on his chin. Par. What's that what's that ?

Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. bring his particulars therein to a total. Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid : What do Pan. Why, he is very young : and yet will he, you talk of ?--Good morrow, Alexander.--How within three pound, lift as much as his brother do you, cousin ? When were you at Ilium ?

Hector.
Cres. This morning, uncle.

Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a
Pan. What were you talking of when I came lifter? +
Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came, to

Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves
Mium Helen was not up, was she?

him ;_she, caine, and puts me her white hand Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. to his cloven chin, Por. E'en so; Hector was stirring early:

Cres. Juno have mercy - How came it cloCres. That were we talking of, and of his ven? anger.

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think,

his smiling becemes him better than any man in Cres. So he says here.

all Phrygia. Par. True, be was 50; I know the cause too ;

Cres. Oh ! he smiles valiantly. he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that:

Pan. Does be not? and there is Troilus will not come far behind Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn, bitn; let then take heed of Troilus ; I can tell

Pan. Why, go to then :-- But to prove to you

that Helen loves Troilus, Cres. What, is he angry too?

Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Pun. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man prove it so,

Pan. Troilas? why, he esteems her no more Cres. O Jupiter ! there's no comparison.

than I esteern an addle egg. Pen. What, not between Troilus and Hector 3

Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you Do you know a man if you see him?

love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew shell. him.

Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.

she tickled his chin ;--Iudeed, she has a mar. Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure vellons white band, I must needs confess. lip is not Hector.

Cres. Without the rack. Par. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some

Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white

bair on bis chin. Cres. "T'is just to each of them ; he is himself. Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is ricber. Pan. Himself ? Alas, poor Troilus II would,

Pan. But there was such laughing ;-Queen be were,

Pan. Was he angry?

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Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er.
Cres. So he is.
Cres. With mill-stones. I

(' Par. ---Condition, I have gone barefoot to

Pan. And Cassandra laughed.

Cres. But there was a more temperate fire (res. He is not Hector.

under the pot of ber eyes ;-Did her eyes run Pan. Himself! uo, he's not himself._'Would o'er too ? a were bimself! Well, the gods are above ;

Pan. And Hector laughed. fime must friend, or end : Well, Troilus, well,

Cres. At what was all tbis laughing ? would my heart were in her body 1-No, Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied lector is not a better man tban Troilus.

on Troilus' chin. Cres. Excuse me.

Cres. An't bad been a greev hair, I should Pan. He is elder.

have langhed too. Cres, Pardon me, pardou me.

Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair,

as at his pretty answer. . By himself

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Cres. What was his answer ?

Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ? Pan. Qnoth she, Here's but one and fifty Pan Helenus ? 10;-yes, he'll fight indiffer. hairs on your chin, and one of them is white. ent well :-- marvel, where Troilus is !--Hark! Cres. This is her question.

do you bot hear the people cry, Troilus 1-HePan. That's true ; make no question of that. lenus is a priest. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white : Cres. What sheaking fellow comes yonder ! That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Jupiter ! quoth she, which of

TROILUS passes over. these hairs is Paris my husband ? The forked one, quoth he ; pluck it out and give is him. Tis Troilus! there's a inan, niece !-Hem!

Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Delphobas : But, there was such laughing! and Helen so Brave Troilus ! the prince of chivalry ! blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so

Cres. Peace, for shame, peace ! laughed, that it passed." Tres. So let it now; for it has been a greatlus - look well upon him, niece; look you, how

Pan. Mark him ; note him ;-0 brave Troi while going by. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yester. hack'd than Hector's ; 'And how he looks, and

his sword is bloodied, and his helm more day; think on't.

how he goes 1-0 admirable youth! he ne'er saw Cres. So I do.

three and twenty. Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep thy way; had l'a sister were a grace, or a

Go thy way, Troilus, go you, an 'were + a man born in April. Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an o admirable man ! Paris 1-Paris is dirt to bim;

daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. 'were a nettle against May.

(A Retreat sounded.

and I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an

eye to boot. Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Shall we stand up bere, aud see tein as they

Forces pass over the stage. pass toward llium ? good niece, do; sweet uiece Cressida.

Cres. Here come more. Cres. At your pleasure.

Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and here we may see most bravely : I'll tell you them die i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; all by their names as they pass by : but mark the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and Troilus above the rest.

daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus,

than Againennon and all Greece. Æneas passes over the stage.

Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; a Cres. Speak not so loud.

better man than Troilus, Pan. That's Æneas ; Is not that a brave man? Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very be's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you ; cainel. But mark Troilus ; you shall see anon.

Cres. Well, well. Cres. Who's that ?

Pan. Well, weil 3-Why, have you any dis. ANTENOR passes over.

cretion ? bave you any eyes? Do you know what

a man is ? Is not birth, beanty, good shape, disPan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, coorse, manhood, learuing, gentleness, vinde, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough youth,' liberality, and such like, ibe spice and he's one o'the soundest judgments in Troy, salt tbat season a man? whosoever, and a proper man of person ;- Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be When comes Troilus 7-I'll show you Troilus baked with no date + in the pyes-for then the anou : if he see me, you shall see him nod at man's date is ont.

Pan. You are such a woman ! one knows not Cres. Will be give you the nod 3

at what ward | you lie. Pan. You shall see.

Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly ; upon Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more. my wit, to defend my wiles ; upon my secrecy,

to defend mine honesty ; my mask, to defend HECTOR passes over.

my beauty ; and you, to defend all these : and Pan, That's lector, that, that, look you, that; at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches. There's a fellow ! Go thy way, Hector ;--There's Pan. Say one of your watches. a brave man, niece.-0 brave Hector 1-Look, Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's how he looks! there's a countenance : Is't not a one of the chiefest of ihem too : if I cannot brave min?

ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you Cres. Oh! a brave man!

for telling bow I took the blow; wiless it swell Pan. Is a not? It does a man's heart good- past hiding, and then it is past watching. Look you what hacks are on his belmet? look Pan. You are such another ! you yonder, do you see? look you there! There's no jesting : there's laying on; take't off who

Enter TROILUS' Boy. will, as they say : there be hacks !

Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with Cres. Be those with swords ?

you.

Pan. Where?
PARIS passes over.

Boy. At your own house; there he unarms Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not : an him. the devil conie to him, it's all one : By god's Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: [Erit lid, it does one's heart good :-Yonder comes Boy.) I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good Paris, yonder comes Paris : look ye youder, niece. niece; is't not a gallant man too, is't not ?- Cres. Adieu, uncle. 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 Cres. To bring, uncle,do Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would I Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. could see Troilus now 1-you shall see Troilus Cres. By the same token you are a bawd. anon.

(Erit PANDARUS. Cres. Who's that?

Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full saHELENUS passes over.

crifice,

He offers in another's enterprize : Pan. That's Helenus,-1 marvel, where Troi. But more in Troilus thousand fold I see 'us is :-That's Helenus :-1 think he went uot Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ; forth to-day :—That's Helenus.

. lleimet. + An ingredient in all ancient pas ry. • Exceeded all bounds.

As is 'twere.

* A metaphor from the art of deleuce.

me.

life,

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stand;

Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: As roas'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
Things, won are done, jog's soul lies in the doing : And with an accent turu'd in self-samne key,
That she belov'd knows nought, that kuows not Returns to chiding fortune.
this,-

Ulyss. Agamennon,
Men prize the thing ungaind more than it is : Thou great commander, nerve, and bone of
That she was never yet, that ever knew

Greece,
Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue : Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, In whom the tempers and the minds of all
Achievement is comminand ; ungain'd beseech : Should be shut up,--hear what Ulysses speaks
Then though my heart's content arm love doth Besides the applause and approbation
bear,

The which,-most inighty for thy place and
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

sway,

(To AGAMEMNON, (Exit. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out

{TO NESTOR. SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp.--Before I give to both your speeches,--which were such, Agamemnon's Tent.

As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece

Should hold up high in brass; and such again, Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,

ULYSSES, MENELAUS, and others. Should with a bond of air (strong as the axleAgam. Princes,

tree Wbai grief bath set the jaundice on your cheeks ? On which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish The anple proposition, that hope makes

ears

[both, In all desigus beguu on earth below,

To his experienc'd tongue,-yet let it please Fails in the promis'd largeness; cbecks and dis- Thou great,--and wise, to hear Ulysses speak, asters

Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca ; and bet of Crew is the veios of actions highest rear'd;

less expect * As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,,

That matter needless, of importless burden,
Infert the sound pine, and divert bis grain Divide thy lips; than we are confident,
Tortive and errant from his course of growth. When rank Thersites opes his mastift jaws,
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

We shall bear music, wit, and oracle.
That we come short of our suppose so far, Uylss. Troy, yet upon his basis had been
That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls down,

(ter, And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a masSith every action that hath gone before,

But for these instances.
Whereof we have record, trial did draw The speciality of rule + bath been neglected ;
Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
And that unbodied figure of the thought Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow fac-
That gav't surmised shape. Why then, you

tions."
princes,

When that the general is not like the hive, Do

you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; To whom the foragers shall all repair, And thing them shames, which are, indeed, What boney is expected ? Degree being viz. nought else

arded, 1 But the protractive trials of great Jove.

The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. To find persistive constancy in

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this The fineness of which metal is not found

centre, In fortune's love ; for then, the bold and observe degree, priority, and place, Coward,

Insisture, y course, proportion, season, form, The wise and fool, the artist and unread,

Office, and custom, in all line of order : The hard and soft, seem all affiu'd $ and kin: And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,

In noble eminence enthron'd and spherd Distinction, with a broad and powerful fau,

Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye
Pushing at all, winnows the light away ;

Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And what hath mass or matter, by itself And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Lies, rich in virtue, and unningled.

Sans l cheek, to good and bad : But when the
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike

planets, seat,

In evil mixture, to disorder wander,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

What plagues, and what portenis ? what mutiny?
Thy latest words. 'In the reproof of chance What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth 3
Lies the true proof of mea: The sea being Commotion in the winds ? friglits, changes, kur.
smooth,

rors,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Divert and crack, rend and deracinate !
Igor ber patient breast, making their way The unity and married calm of stales
Wilh those of noble bulk.

Quite from their fixture ? Ohwhich degree is
Puit let the raffian Boreas once enrage

shak’d, The gentler Tbetis, || and, anon, bebold

Which is the ladder of all high designs,
The strong ribb'd bark through liquid moun. The enterprize is sick ? How could commu.

nities,
Bounding between the two moist elements, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods ** in cities,
Like Perseus' horse ; Where's then the saucy Peaceful commerce from dividable 11 shores,
boat,

The primogenitive and due of birth, those weak untimber'd sides but even now

Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, Co-rival'd greatness ? either to barbour fled, But by degree, stand in authentic place? 't made a toast for Neptune. Even so

Take but degree away, untune that string, the valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, And, bark, what discord follows ! each thing storms of fortune: For, in her ray and

meets brightness,

In mere i oppugnancy : The bounded waters Be herd bath more annoyance by the prize, 9 Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, All by the tiger : but when the splitting wind And make a sop of all this solid glube : the flexible the knees of knotted oaks, Strength should be lord of imbecility, u lies fled under shade, why, then the thing And the rude sou should strike his father of courage

dead :

• Expectation. + Rights of supreme authority. • Twisted and rambling.

+ Masked.
& Constancy,

i Without
Joined by affinity,
The throne 1 Tear up by the roots.

** Corporation. $ Goddess of the sea.

The gad-y.

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tains cut,

+ Since.

Force should be right; or, rather, right and / With an imperial voice, many are infect. wrong,

Ajax is grown self-will'd; and bears his head (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) In such a reign, in full as proud a place Should lose their names, and so should justice As broad Acbilles : keeps dis tent like him ; too.

Makes factions feasts ; rails on our state of war, Then every thing includes itself in power, Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites Power into will, will into appetite;

(A slave, whose gall coins slauders like a mint,) Aud appetite, a universal wolf,

To match us in comparisons with dirt; So doubly seconded with will and power, To weaken and discredit our exposure, Must make perforce a universal prey,

How rank soever rounded in with danger. And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cor. This chaos, when degree is suffocate,

ardice; Follows the choking.

Count wisdom as no member of the war ; And this neglection of degree it is,

Forestall prescience, and esteem no act That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose But that of hand : the still and mental parts, It hath to clinb. The general's disdain'd That do contrive how many hands shall strike, By bim one step below; he, by the next; When fitness call them ou ; and know, by meaThat next, by him beneath : so every step,

sure Exampled by the first pace that is sick

of their observant toil, the enemies' weight,of his superior, grows to an envious fever Why, this hath not a finger's dignity : of pale and bloodless emulation :

They call this--bed-work, mappery, closet-war : And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, So that the ram, that balters down the wall, Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, For the great swing and ruleness of his poise, Troy in our weakness stands, not in her They place before his hand that made the efstrength.

gine; Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here dis-Or those, that with the fineness of their souls cover'd

By reason guide his execution. The fever whereof all our power • is sick. Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' Agam. The nature of the sickness found,

horse What is the remedy?

(Ulysses, Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpet sounds. Ulyss. The great Achilles,—whom opinion Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus.

crowns The sinew and the forehand of our host,

Enter ÆNEAS.
Having his ear full of his airy fame,

Men. From Troy.
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Agam. What would you 'fore our tent!
Lies mocking our designs : With him Patroclus, ne. Is this
Upon a lazy bed the livelong day

Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray?
Breaks scurril jests;

Agam. Even this. And with ridiculous and awkward action

Æne. May one, that is a herald and a prince, (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,)

Do a fair message to his kingly ears? He pageants + us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm, Thy topless I deputation he puts on ;

'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with oue And, like a strutting player,-wbose conceit

voice Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich Call Agamemnon head and general. To hear the wooden dialogle and sound

Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How may 'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffold - A stranger to those most imperial looks age, 5

Know them from eyes of other mortals 1
Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested || seening Agam. How 1
He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks,

Ëne. Ay;
"Tis like a chime a mending ; with terms un- I ask, that I might waken reverence,
squar'd,

[dropp'd, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon Modest as morning when she coldly eyes Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stutt, The youthful Phobus : The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, Which is that god in office, guiding men From his deep chest laughs out a loud ap- which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ! planse ;

Agam.

This Trojan scorus us ; or the men of Cries-Excellent ! 'tis Agamemnon just.

Troy, Now play me Nestor ;-hem, and stroke thy Are ceremonious courtiers. beurd,

Æne. Courriers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, As he, being dress'd to some oration.

As bending angels ; that's their fame in peace: That's done ;-as near as the extremest ends But when they would seein soldiers, they have of parallels ; as like as Vulcan and his wife.

galls, Yet good Achilles still cries, Ercellent ! Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patro

Jove's accord, clus,

Nothing so full of beart. But peace, Æneas, Arming to answer in a night alarm.

Peace, Trojan ; lay thy finger on thy lips ! And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age The worthiness of praise distains his worth, Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit, if that the prais'd himself bring the praise And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,

forth: Shake in and out the rivet :-and at this sport, But what the repining enemy commends, Sir. Valour dies; cries, 0!-enough, Patro. That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure, clus

transcends. Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion,

Æneas? All our abilities, gilts, hatures, shapes,

Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name. Severals and generals of grace exact,

Agam. What's your affair, I pray you 3 Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,

Æne. Sir, pardon ; 'tis for Agamemnon's Excitements to the field, or speech for trnce,

ears. Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves

Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.

froin Troy. Nest. And in the imitation of these twain

Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper (Whoin, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns

hiin : • Army.

I bring a truinpet to awake his ear;
+ Mimics us.

Supreme.
The galleries of the thentre. I Beyond the truth.

To set bis scise on the attentive tent,
laadapted.

And then to speak.

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