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And to the field goes he; where every flower, Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would he Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw

were, In Hector's wrath.

Cres. So he is. Cres.

What was his cause of anger ? Pan. -'Condition I had gone barefoot to India. Aler. The noise goes, this: There is among the Cres. He is not Hector. Greeks

Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself. 'Would A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector ; 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time They call him Ajax.

must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well,- I would Cres.

Good; and what of him? my heart were in her body! - No, Hector is not a Aler. They say he is a very man per se?,

better man than Troilus. And stands alone.

Cres. Excuse me. Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, Pan. He is elder. or have no legs.

Cres. Pardon me, pardon me. Aler. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell me of their particular additions ; he is as valiant as the another tale, when the other's come to't. Hector lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant : a shall not have his wit this year. man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. that his valour is crushed into 4 folly, his folly sauced Pan. Nor his qualities; with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that Cres. No matter. he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, Pan. Nor his beauty. but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy Cres. "Twould not become him, his own's without cause, and merry against the hair 5: He hath better. the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen her joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,) — Not brown

Cres. But how should this man, that makes me neither. smile, make Hector angry?

Cres. No, but brown. Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. and waking.

Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough.

Pan. So he has.
Enter PANDARUS.

Cres. Then Troilus should have too much : if she Cres. Who comes here?

praised him above, his complexion is higher than Aler. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.

his; he having colour enough, and the other higher, Cres. Hector's a gallant man.

is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I Aler. As may be in the world, lady.

had as lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Pan. What's that? what's that?

Troilus for a copper nose. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: what do better than Paris. you talk of? — Good morrow, Alexander. - How Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. do you, cousin ? When were you at Ilium?

Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to Cres. This morning, uncle.

him the other day into a compassed 6 window, – Pan. What were you talking of when I came? and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? on his chin. Helen was not up, was she?

Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetick may soon Cres. Hector was gone ; but Helen was not up. bring his particulars therein to a total. Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early.

Pan. Why, he is very young; and yet will he, Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector. Pan. Was he angry?

Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter? 7 Cres. So he says, here.

Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too - she came, and puts me her white hand to his he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and cloven chin, there is Troilus will not come far behind him; let Cres. Juno have mercy! - How came it cloven ? them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his Cres. What, is he angry, too?

smiling becomes him better than any man in ali Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man Phrygia. of the two.

Cres. O, he smiles valiantly.
Cres. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison.

Pan. Does he not?
Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector ? Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn.
Do you know a man, if you see him ?

Pan. Why, go to then :

But to prove to you Cres. Ay, if ever I saw him before, and knew him. that Helen loves Troilus, Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.

Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure he is prove it so. not Hector,

Pan. Troilus? why he esteems her no more than Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some

I esteem an addle egg. degrees.

Cres. If you love an addle

egg as well as you love Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell.

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tickled his chin; - Indeed, she has a marvellous

Hector passes over. white hand, I must needs confess.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that : Cres. Without the rack. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair There's a fellow! - Go thy way, Hector ;— There's

a brave man, niece. — Obrave, Hector! - Look, on his chin.

how he looks! there's a countenance : Is't not a Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.

brave man? Pan. But, there was such laughing; - Queen

Cres. O, a brave man ! Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er.

Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good. Cres. With mill-stones. 8 Pan. And Cassandra laughed.

Look you what hacks are on his helmet ? look you Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under yonder, do you see ? look you there! There's no

jesting : there's laying on; tak't off who will, as the pot of her eyes; — Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. And Hector laughed.

they say: there be hacks!

Cres. Be those with swords?
Cres. At what was all this laughing ?
Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied

Paris passes over. on Troilus' chin.

Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not : an the Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have devil come to him, it's all one: - - Yonder comes laughed too.

Paris, yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece; Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair as at Is't not a gallant man, too, is't not ? — Why, this is his pretty answer.

brave now, — Who said, he came hurt home to-day? Cres. What was his answer ?

he's not hurt: why this will do Helen's heart good Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on now. Ha! would I could see Troilus now !- you your chin, and one of them is white.

shall see Troilus anon. Cres. This is her question.

Cres. Who's that? Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One

HELENUS passes over. and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white : That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Ju- Pan. That's Helenus, - I marvel, where Troilus piter! quoth she, which of these huirs is Paris my is : - That's Helenus; — I think he went not forth husband? The forked one, quoth he ; pluck it out, to-day: That's Helenus. and give it him. But, there was such laughing ! Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ? and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chased, and all Pan. Helenus? no; -yes, he'll fight indifferent the rest so laughed, that it passed.9

well:- I marvel, where Troilus is! - Hark; do Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while you not hear the people cry, Troilus ? - Helenus is going by.

a priest. Pan. 'Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday ; Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? think on't.

Troilus passes over
Cres. So I da
Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you

Pan. Where ? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : "Tis an 'twere a man born in April.

Troilus! there's a man, niece! - Hem! - Brave Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a

Troilus! the prince of chivalry! nettle against May.

(A Retreat sounded. Cres. Peace, for shame, peace ! Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Shall Pan. Mark him ; note him ; - O brave Troilus ! we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward - look well upon him, niece; look you, how his Ilium ? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida. sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Cres. At your pleasure.

Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes ! Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here O admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he above the rest.

should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris?

Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to Æneas passes over the Stage.

change, would give an eye to boot. Cres. Speak not so loud.

Forces pass over the Stage. Pan. That's Æneas; Is not that a brave man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you : But

Cres. Here come more. mark Troilus; you shall see anon.

Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff Cres. Who's that?

and bran; porridge after meat! I could live and die

i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the ANTENOR passes over.

eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, 1 I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agacan tell you ; and he's a man good enough: he's memnon and all Greece. one o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever,

Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a and a proper man of person: - When comes Troi- | better man than Troilus. lus? I'll show you Troilus anon; if he see me,

Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. you shall see him nod at me.

Cres. Well, well. Cres. Will he give you the nod ? '

Pan. Well, well ? Why, have you any discrePan. You shall see.

tion ? have you any eyes? Do you know what a Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.

man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse,

manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberal. * A proverbial saying.

ity, and such like, the spice and salt that season a 9 Went beyond bounds. A term in the game at cards called noddy.

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Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, with no date in the pye, - for then the man's date Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply is out.

T'hy latest words. In the reproof of chance, Enler Troilus' Boy.

Lies the true proof of men : The sea being smooth,

How many shallow bauble boats dare sai]
Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. ! Upon her patient breast, making their way
Pun. Where?

With those of nobler bulk.
Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him. But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come : (Exit Boy.) The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece. The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut,
Cres. Adieu, uncle.

Bounding between the two moist elements, Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.

Like Perseus' horse : Where's then the saucy boat, Cres. To bring, uncle,

Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, Cres. By the same token — you are a pimp. Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so

(Erit PandaRUS. Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and brightHe offers in another's enterprize :

ness, But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

The herd hath more annoyance by the brize 6, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be : Than by the tiger : but when the splitting wind Yet hold I off.

Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not And Alies fled under shade, why, the the thing of this,

courage, Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is : As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, That she was never yet that ever knew

And, with an accent tun'd the self-same key,
Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue : Returns to chiding fortune.
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,

Ulyss.

Agamemnon, Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech : Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (Erit. In whom the tempers and the minds of all

Should be shut up, — hear what Ulysses speaks. SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Before

Besides the applause and approbation,
Agamemnon's Tent.

The which, – most mighty for thy place and
sway, —

[T. AGAMEMNON. Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, Nestor, Ulysses, And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, – MENELAUS, and others.

[To Nestor, Agam. Princes,

I give to both your speeches, — which were such, Waat grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece The ample proposition, that hope makes

Should hold up high in brass ; and such again, In all designs begun on earth below,

As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, Fails in the promis'd largeness; checks and disasters Should with a bond of air (strong as the axle-tree Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d; On wbich heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears As knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap,

To his experienc'd tongue, - yet let it please Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain

both, Tortive and errants from his course of growth.

- and wise, — to hear Ulysses speak. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca ; and be't of less That we come short of our suppose so far,

expect 7 That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; That matter needless, of importless burden, Sith 4 every action that hath gone before,

Divide thy lips : than we are confident, Whereof we have record, trial did draw

When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,

We shall hear musick, wit, and oracle. And that unbodied figure of the thought

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, That gav't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, And the great Hlector's sword had lack'd a master, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ;

But for these instances. And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought The specialty of rule hath been neglected : else

And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand But the protractive trials of great Jove,

Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. To find persistive constancy in men ?

When that the general is not like the hive, The fineness of which metal is not found

To whom the foragers shall all repair, In fortune's love : for them, the bold and coward, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, The wise and fool, the artist and unread,

The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The hard and soft, seem all affin'd 5 and kin: The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center, But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,

Observe degree, priority, and place, Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,

Insisture ', course, proportion, season, form, Puffing at all, winnows the light away:

Office, and custom, in all line of order; And what hath mass, or matter, by itself

And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

In noble eminence enthrou'd and spher'd

Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye ? Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every 3 Twisted and ranıbling.

6 The gad-fly that stings cattle. 7 Expectation. 5 Joined by affinity.

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'Tis like a chime a mending ; with terms unsquar'd,
And posts, like the commandment of a king, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd,
Sans? check, to good and bad: But when the planets, Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff,
In evil mixture, to disorder wander,

The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling,
What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny? From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause;
What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth ?

Cries Excellent ! 'tis Agamemnon just. Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, horrors, Now play me Nestor ; hem, and stroke thy beard, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate 3

As, he being drest to some oration. The unity and married calm of states

That's done;

- as near as the extremest ends Quite from their fixture ? O, when degree is shak'd, Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife: Which is the ladder of all high designs,

Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent !
The enterprize is sick? How could communities, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus,
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Arming to answer in a night alarm.
Peaceful commerce from dividable + shores, And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age
The primogenitive and due of birth,

Must be the scene of mirth; to cough and spit,
Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels, And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget,
But by degree, stand in authentick place?

Shake in and out the rivet: — and at this sport,
Take but degree away, untune that string,

Sir Valour dies; cries, 0! enough, Patroclus;-
And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all
In mere 5 oppugnancy: The bounded waters In pleasure of my spleen.

And in this fashion,
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
And make a sop of all this solid globe :

Severals and generals of grace exact,
Strength should be lord of imbecility,

Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
And the rude son shall strike his father dead : Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves
(Between whose endless jar justice resides, As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Nest. And in the imitation of these twain
Then every thing includes itself in power,

(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns Power into will, will into appetite;

With an imperial voice,) many are infect, And appetite, an universal wolf,

Ajax is grown self-willid; and bears his bead So doubly seconded with will and power

In such a rein, in full as proud a place Must make perforce an universal prey,

As broad Achilles : keeps his tent like him; And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war, This chaos, when degree is suffocate,

Bold as an oracle : and sets Thersites Follows the choking.

(A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) And this neglection of degree it is,

To match us in comparisons with dirt ; That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose

To weaken and discredit our exposure, It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd

How rank soever rounded in with danger. By him one step below; he, by the next;

Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; That next by him beneath : so every step,

Count wisdom as no member of the war; Exampled by the first pace that is sick

Forestall prescience, and esteem no act Of his superior, grows to an envious fever

But that of hand : the still and mental parts,
Of pale and bloodless emulation :

That do contrive how many hands shall strike,
And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, When fitness calls them on; and know, by measure
Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, -
Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. Why, this hath not a finger's dignity :

Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd They call this — bed-work, mappery, closet-war :
The fever whereof all our power is sick.

So that the ram, that batters down the wail,
Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, For the great swing and rudeness of his poize,
What is the remedy ?

They place before his hand that made the engine .
Ulyss. The great Achilles,—whom opinion crowns Or those, that with the fineness of their souls
The sinew and the forehand of our host,

By reason guide his execution.
Having his ear full of his airy fame,

Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent

Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpets sounded.
Lies mocking our designs: With him, Patroclus, Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus.
Upon a lazy bed the live-long day
Breaks scurril jests

Enter Æneas.
And with ridiculous and awkward action

Men. From Troy. (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,)

Ayam.

What would you 'fore our tent? He pageants6 us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Æne.

Is this Thy topless 7 deputation he puts on;

Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray? And, like a strutting player, whose conceit

Agam.

Even this. Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich

Æne. May one that is a herald, and a prince, To hear the wooden dialogue and sound

Do a fair message to his kingly ears ? "Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,

Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested 9 seeming 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks, Call Agamemnon head and general. 9 Without 3 Force up by the roots.

Æne. Fair leave and large security. How may
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How? That means not, hath not, or is not in love ! Æne. Ay;

If then one is, or hath, or means to be, I ask, that I might waken reverence,

That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. And bid the cheek be ready with a blush

Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Modest as morning when she coldly eyes

When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now The youthful Phiebus :

But, if there be not in our Grecian host Which is that god in office, guiding men ?

One noble man, that hath one spark of fire Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ? To answer for his love, Tell him from me, Ayam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of i'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, Troy

And in my vanthrace 'put this wither'd brawn ; Are ceremonious courtiers.

And, meeting him, will tell him, That my lady Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d, Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : As may be in the world: His youth in flood, But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. Good arms, strong; joints, true swords; and, Jove's #ne. Now heaven forbid such scarcity of youth! accord,

Ulyss. Amen. Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; Peace, Trojan ; lay thy finger on thy lips ! To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. The worthiness of praise disdains his worth, Achilles shall have word of this intent; If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth : So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: But what the repiring enemy commends,

Yourself shall feast with us before you go, That breath faine follows; that praise, sole pure, And find the welcome of a noble foe. transcends.

[Ereunt all but Ulysses and Nestor. Ayam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? Ulyss. Nestor, Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name.

Nest. What says Ulysses ? Agam.

What's your affair, I pray you ? Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, Æne. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Be you my time to bring it to some shape. Ayam. He hears nought privately, that comes Nest. What is't ? from Troy.

Ulyss This 'tis : Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded pride I bring a trumpet 10 awake his ear :

That hath to this maturity blown up To set his sense on the attentive bent,

In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd, And then to speak.

Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, Agam.

Speak frankly, as the wind; To overbulk us all. It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour :

Nest.

Well, and how ? That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake,

Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector He tells thee so himself.

sends, Ene.

Trumpet, blow loud, However it is spread in general name, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;— Relates in purpose only to Achilles. And every Greek of mettle, let him know,

Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as subWhat Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud.

stance,

[Trumpet sounds. Whose grossness little characters sum up: We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy And, in the publication, make no strain, A prince called Hector, (Priam is his father,) But that Achilles, were his brain as barren Who in this dull and long-continued truce As banks of Libya, — though, Apollo knows, Is rusty grown, he bade me take a trumpet, 'Tis dry enough, — will with great speed of judgAnd to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords!

ment, If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose That holds his honour higher than his ease; Pointing on him. That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril ; Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you? That knows his valour, and knows not his fear; Nest.

Yes, That loves his mistress more than in confession, It is most meet: Whom may you else oppose, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) That can from Hector bring those honours off, And dare avow her beauty and her worth,

If not Achilles ? Though't be a sportful combat, In other arms than hers, – to him this challenge. Yet in the trial much opinion dwells ; Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses, He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,

Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;

In this wild action : for the success,
And will to-morrow with his trumpet call,

Although particular, shall give a scantling ?
Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, Of good or bad unto the general ;
To rouse a Grecian that is true in love :

And in such indexes, although small points
If any come, Hector shall honour him;

To their subséquent volumes, there is seen
If
none,
he'll say in Troy, when he retires,

The baby figure of the giant mass
The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not worth Of things to come at large. It is suppos’d,
The splinter of a lance. Even so much.

He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice: Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas; And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, If none of them have soul in such a kind,

Makes merit her election ; and doth boil, We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; As 'twere from forth us all, a man distillid And may that soldier a mere recreant prove,

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