Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts Pan. Nor his qualities :of their particular additions;' he is as valiant as the Cres. No matter. lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a Pan. Nor his beauty. man into whom nature hath so crowded humors, Cres. "Twould not become him, his own's betthat his valor is crushed into folly, his folly sauced ter. with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen herhe hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy favor, (for so 'tis, I must confess,)— Not brown without cause, and merry against the hair: He hath neither. the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of Cres. No, but brown. joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. no use; or purblind Aigus, all eyes and no sight. Cres. To say the truth, true and not true.

Cres. But how should this man, that makes me Pan. She praised his complexion above Paris smile, make Hector angry?

Cres. Why, Paris hath color enough. Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in Pan. So he has. the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and Cres. Then Troilus should have too much: if she shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting praised him above, his complexion is higher than and waking.

his; he having color enough, and the other higher, Enter PANDARUS.

is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I

had as lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Cres. Who comes here?

Troilus for a copper nose. Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.

Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him Cres. Hector's a gallant man.

better than Paris. Alex. As may be in the world, lady.

Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Pan. What's that? what's that?

Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

him the other day into a compassed“ window,Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: what do and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs you talk of!--Good morrow, Alexander.-How

on his chin. do you, cousin ? When were you at Iium?

Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon Cres. This morning, uncle.

bring his particulars therein to a total. Pan. What were you talking of when I came?

Pan. Why, he is very young; and yet will he, Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector

, Helen was not up, was she?

Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter ! Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.

Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. cloven chin,

--she came, and puts me her white hand to his Pan. Was he angry?

Cres. Juno have mercy!-How came it cloven! Cres. So he says, here.

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his Pan. True, he was so ; I know the cause too; smiling becomes him better than any man in all he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and

Phrygia. there is Troilus will not come far behind him; let Cres. O, he smiles valiantly. them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too.

Pan. Does he not? Cres. What, is he angry, too?

Cres. () yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man

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

that Helen loves Troilus,Cres. 0, Jupiter! there's no comparison.

Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector?

prove Do you know a man, if you see him?

Pan. Troilus? why he esteeins her no more Cres. Ay, if ever I saw him before, and knew him. than I esteem an addle egg. Pan. Well, I say, 'Troilus is Troilus. Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure he is love an idle head, you would eat chickens i’ the shell

.

Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you not Hector.

it so.

do

Cres. What was his answer?

HELENUS passes over. Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs Pan. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where Troilus on your chin, and one of them is white.

is :That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forth Cres. This is her question.

to-day :

—That's Helenus. Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One

Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white: That

Pan. Helenus? no;—yes, he'll fight indifferent white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. well :—1 marvel, where' Troilus is!-Hark; Jupiter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one, quoth he ; pluck it you not hear the people cry, Troilus ?–Helenus is out, and give it him. But there was such laugh Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder? ing! and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed,

Cres. By the same token-you are a bawd.- The herd hath more annoyance by the brize,'

[Exit Pandarus. Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, He offers in another's enterprize:

And flies fled under shade, why, then, the thing of But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

courage, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be: As, rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: And, with an accent tuned the self-same key, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: Returns to chiding fortune. That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not Ulyss.

Agamemnon,this,

Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is: Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, That she'was never yet that ever knew

In whom the tempers and the minds of all Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue: Should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, Besides the applause and approbation, Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech: The which, — most mighty for thy place and Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,

sway,

[TO AGAMEMNOS. Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. [Exit. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,SCENE III.— The Grecian Camp. Before

[To NESTOR. Agamemnon's Tent.

I give to both your speeches,—which were such,

As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYS- Should hold up high in brass; and such again, SES, MENELAUS, and others.

As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, Agam. Princes,

Should with a bond of air, (strong as the axle-tree What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? On which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears The ample proposition, that hope makes

To his experienced tongue, yet let it please In all designs begun on earth below,

both, Fails in the promis’d largeness; checks and disasters Thou great,—and wise,—to hear Ulysses speak. Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;

Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of As knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap,

less expect Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain

That matter needless, of importless burden, Tortive and errant from his course of growth.

Divide thy lips: than we are confident, Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, That we come short of our suppose so far,

We shall hear music, wit, and oracle. That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; and the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master,

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been dona, Sith every action that hath gone before, Whereof we have record, trial did draw

But for these instances. Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,

The specialty of rule hath been neglected: And that unbodied figure of the thought

And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;

When that the general is not like the hive, And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought To whom the foragers shall all repair. else

What honey is expected ? Degree being vizanted," But the protractive trials of great Jove,

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

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

Observe degree, priority, and place,
In fortune's love; for them, the bold and coward, Insisture," 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 affined 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 fan,

Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Puffing 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 unmingled.

Sans" check, to good and bad: But when the planets, Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny! Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance,

What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth! Lies the true proof of men: The sea being smooth, Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horrors, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail

Divert and crack, rend and deracinate Upon her patient breast, making their way

The unity and married calm of states With those of nobler bulk!

Quite from their fixture? O, when degree is shakeda But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage

Which is the ladder of all high designs, The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold

The enterprize is sick! How could communities, The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Bounding between the two moist elements,

Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat, The primogenitive and due of birth, Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now

Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbor fled,

But by degree, stand in authentic place? Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so

Take but degree away, untune that string, Doth valor's show, and valor's worth, divide,

And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and bright

In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves
And make a sop of all this solid globe:

As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
Strength should be lord of imbecility,

Nest. And in the imitation of these twain,
And the rude son should strike his father dead: (Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns
Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong With an imperial voice,) many are infect.
(Between whose endless jar justice resides) Ajax is grown self-willid; and bears his head
Should lose their names, and so should justice too. In such a rein, in full as proud a place
Then every thing includes itself in power, As broad Achilles: keeps his tent like him;
Power into will, will into appetite;

Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war,
And appetite, an universal wolf,

Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites So doubly seconded with will and power,

(A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint) Must make perforce an universal prey,

To match us in comparisons with dirt; And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,

To weaken and discredit our exposure, This chaos, when degree is suffocate,

How rank soever rounded in with danger. Follows the choking.

Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice;
And this neglection of degree it is,

Count wisdom as no member of the war;
That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd

But that of hand: the still and mental parts,-
By him one step below; he, by the next; That do contrive how many hands shall strike,
That next by him beneath: so every step,

When fitness calls them on; and know, by measure
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 batters down the wall,
Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, For the great swing and rudeness of his poize,
Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. They place before his hand that made the engine:

Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd Or those, that with the fineness of their souls
The fever whereof all our power is sick.

By reason guide his execution.
Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse
What is the remedy?

Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpet sounded.
Ulyss. The greatAchilles,--whom opinion crowns Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus.
The sinew and the forehand of our host, —

Enter Æneas.
Having his ear full of his airy fame,
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent

Men. From Troy.
Lies mocking our designs: With him, Patroclus, Agam. What would you 'fore our tent?
Upon a lazy bed the live-long day,

Æne.

Is this Breaks scurril jests;

Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray? And with ridiculous and awkward action

Agam.

Even this. (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls)

Æne. May one that is a herald, and a prince,
He pageants' us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Do a fair message to his kingly ears?
Thy topless reputation he puts on;

Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm
And, like a strutting player,--whose conceit 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich Call Agamemnon head and general.
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound

Æne. Fair leave and large security. How may
”Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, A stranger to those most imperial looks
Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested' seeming Know them from eyes of other mortals?
He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, Agam.

How?
'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquared, Æne. Ay;
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp’d, I ask that I might waken reverence,
Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; The youthful Phæbus :
Cries-Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just.. Which is that god in office, guiding men?
Now play me Nestor;-hem, and stroke thy beard, Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?
As he, being drest to some oration.

Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of
That's done ;-as near as the extremest ends

Troy
Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife: Are ceremonious courtiers.
Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent!

Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : Arming to answer in a night alarm.

But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age Good arms, strong joinits, true swords; and, Jove's
Must be the scene of mirth; to cough and spit,

accord,
And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas,
Shake in and out the rivet:-and at this sport, Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips !
Sir Valor dies; cries, 0!-enough, Patroclus; The worthiness of praise disdains his worth,
Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth:
In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, But what the repining enemy commends,
All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,

That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure,
Severals and generals of grace exact,

transcends. Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,

Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? 6 Absolute. "In modern language, takes us off.

Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name. • Supreme. - Beyond the truth. Agam. What's your affair, I pray you ?

. Stage.

ment,

• Small points compared with the

Æne. Sir, pardon ; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Ulyss. This 'tis:
Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded pride
from Troy.

That hath to this maturity blown up
Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd,
I bring a trumpet to awake his ear:

Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,
To set his sense on the attentive bent,

To overbulk us all. And then to speak.

Nest.

Well, and how? Agam.

Speak frankly, as the wind; Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:

sends, That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, However it is spread in general name, He tells thee so himself.

Relates in purpose only to Achilles. Æne.

Trumpet, blow loud, Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as subSend thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;

stance, And every Greek of mettle, let him know, Whose grossness little characters sum up: What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud. And, in the publication, make no strain,

[Trumpet sounds. But that Achilles, were his brain as barren We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy As banks of Lybia,--though, Apollo knows, A prince called Hector, (Priam is his father,) "Tis dry enough,--will with great speed of judg. Who in this dull and long-continued truce Is rusty grown: he bade me take a trumpet, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords ! Pointing on him. If there be one among the fair'st of Greece,

Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you! That holds his honor higher than his ease;

Nest.

Yes That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril ; It is most meet: Whom may you else oppose, That knows his valor, and knows not his fear; That can from Hector bring those honors off. That loves his mistress more than in confession, If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) Yet in the trial much opinion dwells; And dare avow her beauty and her worth, For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute In other arms than hers--to him this challenge. With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, Our imputation shall be oddly pois’d Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, In this wild action : for the success, He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,

Although particular, shall give a scantling' Than ever Greek did compass in his arms; 1 Of good or bad unto the general; And will to-morrow with his trumpet call, And in such indexes, although small pricks' Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, To their subsequent volumes, there is seen To rouse a Grecian that is true in love:

The baby figure of the giant mass If any come, Hector shall honor him;

Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd, If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice: The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not worth And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, The splinter of a lance. Even so much.

Makes merit her election ; and doth boil, Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord-Æneas; As 'twere from forth us all, a man distillid If none of them have soul in such a kind, Out of her virtues; Who miscarrying, We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; What heart receives from hence a conquering part And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, To steel a strong opinion to themselves ? That means not, hath not, or is not in love! Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments, If then one is, or hath, or means to be,

In no less working, than are swords and bows That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. Directive by the limbs.

Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech :When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now; Therefore 'tis meet Achilles meet not Hector. But, if there be not in our Grecian host

Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, One noble man, that hath one spark of fire And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not, To answer for his love, tell him from me, The lustre of the better shall exceed, I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver,

By showing the worst first. Do not consent, And in my vantbrace' put this wither'd brawn; That ever Hector and Achilles meet; And, meeting him, will tell him, That my lady For both our honor and our shame, in this, Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste Are dogg'd with two strange followers. As may be in the world: His youth in flood, Nest. I see them not with my old eyes; wbal I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. are they?

Éne. Now heaven forbid such scarcity of youth! Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from Ulyss. Amen.

Hector, Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; Were he not proud, we all should share with him: To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.

But he already is too insolent; Achilles shall have word of this intent;

And we were better parch in Afric sun, So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, Yourself shall feast with us before you go, Should he 'scape Hector fair: If he were foil'd, And find the welcome of a noble foe.

Why, then we did our main opinion. crush [Exeunt all lut Ulysses and Nestor. In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery; Ulyss. Nestor,

And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw Nest. What says Ulysses ?

The sort to fight with Hector : Among ourselves, Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, Give him allowance for the better man, Be you my time to bring it to some shape. For that will physic the great Myrmidon, Nest. What is 't?

* Size, measure. An armor for the arm.

* Estimation of character.

volumes.

• Lot.