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Cres. Here come more.
Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agamem. non and all Greece.
Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a bet, ter man than Troilus.
Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Cres. Well, well.
Pan. Weil, well?_Why, have you any discretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is ? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, 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 pje,-for then the man's date is out.
Pan. You are such a wonian! one knows not at what wardt you lie,
Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, 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 thousand 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 is past watching.
Pan. You are such another!
Enter Troilus' Boy. Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: [Erit Boy.] I
(Exit Pandarus. Words, vows, griefs, 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; Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing : Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing:
• Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every kind.
That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,
The Grecian camp. Before Agamemnon's tent.
Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses,
Menelaus, and others.
Agam. Princes, What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks ? The ample proposition, that hope makes In ali designs begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd 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 erraut* from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us, That we come short of our suppose so far, That after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; Sitht 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 gav't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;
And think them shames, which are, indeed, bought
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seatt.
courage, As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
* Joined by affinity.
And with an accent tun'd in self-same key,
[To Agamemnon. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,
Uluss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down.
+ Rights of authority.