and fo I'll tell her, the next time I fee her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i'th' matter.

Tre. Pandarus,-

Pan. Not I

Tro. Sweet Pandarus,

Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave alt as I found it, and there's an end.

[Exit Pandarus. Alarums beard. Tro. Beace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude

founds!

Fools on both fides! Helen must needs be fair,
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
I cannot fight upon this argument;

It is too ftarv'd a fubject for my fword.
But Pandarus-O, gods, how do you plague me!
I cannot come to Crefid, but by Pandar;
And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woo,
As he is ftubborn-chaft against all suit.
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
What Creid is, what Pandar, and what we ?
Her bed is India; there the lies, a pearl:
Between our Ilium, and where the refides,
Let it be call'd the wild and wand'ring flood;
Ourself, the merchant; and this failing Pandar,
Our.doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark

Other alarums. Enter Æneas †

Ene. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not a field

Tro. Because not there; this woman's answer forts, For womanish it is to be from thence.

What news, Æneas, from the field to-day?

Ene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.

Tro. By whom, Æneas?

Ene. Troilus, by Menelaus.

Lovers are allowed strange flights, therefore this fpeech, however fanciful and extravagant. is far from being unnatural in the mouth of Troilus..

It, is rather a pity our author fhould bring on such a character aancas, and give him so flight a fhare in the drama,

Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a fcar to fcorn; Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn.

[Alarums. Ene. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day ! Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were may. But, to the sport abroad ;-are you bound thither? Ene. In all swift hafte.

Tro. Come, go we then together.

SCENE II. The fame. A Street*.

Enter Creffida and Servant.

Cre. Who were those went by?

Ser. Queen Hecuba, and Helen.

Cre. And whither go they?

Ser. Up to the eaftern tower,

[Exeunt

Whofe height commands, as fubject, all the vale,
To fee the battle. Hector, whofe patience
Is, as the virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd:
He chid Andromache, and ftrook his armorer;
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the fun rose, he was harness'd light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did, as a prophet, weep what it forefaw
In Hector's wrath †.

Cre. What was his caufe of anger ?

Ser. The noife goes, this: There is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hedor;

They call him, Ajax.

Cre. Good; and what of him?

Ser. They fay, he is a very man per fe,

And ftands alone.

Cre. So do all men; unless they are drunk, fick, or have no legs.

Ser. This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, flow as the elephant: a man into whom

• If the play began here it would be as well, or, as we think, better than with the preceding scene; but that we should, in that case, be less acquainted with the difpofition of Troilus.

† A most beautiful idea this, to make even the vegetable world weep for, and sympathize in the carnage and devastation of war.

nature:

nature hath fo crouded humours, that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly fauced with difcretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpfe of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome ftain of it: he is melancholy without cause, and merry againft the hair: He hath the joints of every thing: but every thing fo out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no ufe; or purblinded Argus, all eyes and no fight". Cre. But how should this man, that makes me fmile, make Hector angry ?

Ser. They fay, he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle, and ftrook him down; the difdain and fhame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector falling and waking.

Enter Pandarus.

Cre. Who comes here?

Ser. Madam, your uncle Pandarus,
Cre. Hector's a gallant man.

Ser. As may be in the world, lady.
Pan. What's that? what's that?

Cre. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Pan. Good morrow, coufin Creffid: What do you talk of?-Good morrow, Alexander :-How do you, coufin? When were you at Ilium ?

Cre. This morning, uncle.

Pan. What were you talking of, when I came ? Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to Hium? Helen was not up, was she ?

Cre. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.

Pan. E'en fo; Hector was ftirring early.

Cre. That were we talking of, and of his anger.
Pan. Was he angry?

Cre. So he fays here.

Pan. True, he was fo; I know the cause too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there's Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too.

This fpeech is replete with defcription admirably picturesquei exceedingly characteristic, and as pointed as any thing we have ever met; the allufions are very extenfive, but applied in a masterly and justifiable manner,

Cre. What, is he angry too?

Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of the two.

Cre. O Jupiter-there's no comparison.

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man, if you fee him?

Gre. Ay; if I ever faw him before, and knew him. Pan. Well, I fay, Troilus is Troilus +.

"Cre. Then you fay as I fay; for, I am fure, he is "not He&or.

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"Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in fome degrees.

Cre. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.

"Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would,' he

"were,

"Cre. So he is.

"Pan. -condition, I had gone bare-foot to India. "Cre. He is not Hector

"Pan. Himfelf? no, he's not himself; 'Would, a "were himfelf! Well, the gods are above; time muft "friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well,-I would, my "heart were in her body! No, Hector is not a better 66 man than Troilus.

"Cre. Excuse me. "Pan. He is elder.

"Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.

"Pan. The other's not come to't; you fhall tell me "another tale, when th' other's come to't. Hedor hall ་་ not have his wit this year.

"Cre. He shall not need it, if he have his own. "Pan. Nor his qualities:

"Cre. No matter.

"Pan. Nor his beauty.

"Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. "Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen herself "fwore th' other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, "(for fo 'tis, I must confefs)—not brown neither"Cre. No, but brown.

All from this line we have prefumed to mark, as fitter to be omitted than retained,

"Pan. 'Faith, to fay truth, brown and not brown. "Cre. To fay the truth, true and not true. "Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. "Cre. Why, Paris hath colour enough.

Pan. So he has.

"Cre. Then, Troilus fhould have too much: if she "prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than his; "he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too "flaming a praife for a good complexion. I had as "lieve, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus "for a copper nose.

"Pan. I fwear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris.

Cre. Then he's a merry Greek, indeed.

"Pan. Nay, I am fure the does. She came to him "th' other day into the compaft window,-and, you "know, he has not paft three or four hairs on his chin. "Cre. Indeed, a tapfter's arithmetic may foon bring "his particulars therein to a total.

"Pan. Why, he is very young and yet will he, "within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector. "Cre. Is he fo young a man, and so old a lifter?

"Pan. But to prove to you that Helen loves him ;"fhe came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven "chin.

"Cre. Juno have mercy!-how came it cloven?

"Pan. Why, you know 'tis dimpl'd: I think, his "fmiling becomes him better than any man in all "Phrygia.

"Čre. O, he fmiles valiantly.

"Pan. Does he not?

"Cre. O, yes; an 'twere a cloud in autumn. "Pan. Why, go to then: But to prove to you that "Helen loves Troilus ;

Cre. Troilus will ftand to the proof, if you'll prove "it fo.

"Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more than I "esteem an addle egg.

"Cre. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an "idle head, you would eat chickens i'th' fhell.