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Pan. Helenus ? no ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent well:I marvel where Troilus is!—Hark; do you not hear the people cry, Troilus ?—Helenus is a priest. CRES. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?

TROILUS passes over. , Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'T is Troilus! there's a man, niece!—Hem!-Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry.

CRES. Peace, for shame, peace!
Pan. Mark hiin; note him ;-0 brave Troilus !

-look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hacked than Hector's: And how he looks, and how he goes !—0 admirable youth! he ne'er saw three-andtwenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris ?—Paris is dirt to him; and I warrant, Helen, to change, would give money to boot.

Forces pass over the stage. 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 Agamemnon and all Greece.

CRES. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a better man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel.
CRES. Well, well.

PAN. Well, 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 so forth, the spice and salt that season a man?

CRES. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date in the pie,—for then the man's date 's out.

Pan. You are such another woman! one knows not at what ward


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 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 's past watching.

PAN. You are such another!

Enter TROILUS' Boy.
Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.
Pan. Where?
Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come:

[Exit Boy. I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.

CRES. Adieu, uncle.
Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
CRES. To bring, uncle,–
PAN. Ay, a token from Troilus.
CRES. By the same token—you are a bawd.

Words, vows, gifts, 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:
That she belov'd knows nought that knows not this,
Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is:
That she was never yet that ever knew
Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue:
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,-
Achievement is command; ungain’d, beseech:
Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from my eyes appear.


SCENE III.—The Grecian Camp. Before Agamemnon's Tent.

and others.
AGAM. Princes,
What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
The ample proposition that hope makes
In all 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 errant 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;

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 gave 't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;
And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought else
But the protractive trials of great Jove,
To find persistive constancy in men?
The fineness of which metal is not found
In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin:
But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath mass, or matter, by itself
Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

NEST. With due observance of thy godlike seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail


Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those of nobler bulk !
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moist elements,
Like Perseus' horse: Where 's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rivall’d greatness ? either to harbour fled,
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
Doth valour's show and valour's worth divide,
In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and brightness,
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize
Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And flies fled under shade, why, then, the thing of courage,
As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathise,
And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key,
Returns to chiding fortune.

Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,
In whom the tempers and the minds of all
Should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks.
Besides the applause and approbation
The which,—most mighty for thy place and sway,

[TO AGAMEMNON. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,

[To NESTOR. I give to both your speeches,—which were such As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Should hold up high in brass; and such again, As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, Should with a bond of air, strong as the axletree On which the heavens ride, knit all Greeks' ears To his experienc'd tongue, - yet let it please both,Thou great, and wise,-to hear Ulysses speak.

AGAM. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be 't of less expect That matter needless, of importless burden, Divide thy lips, than we are confident,

When rank Thersites opes his mastick jaws,
We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master,
But for these instances.
The specialty of rule hath been neglected:
And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
When that the general is not like the hive,
To whom the foragers shall all repair,
What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,
The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,
Observe degree, priority, and place,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office, and custom, in all line of order:
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,
In noble eminence enthron'd and spherd
Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Sans check, to good and bad: But when the planets,
In evil mixture, to disorder wander,
What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny!
What raging of the sea! shaking of earth!
Commotion in the winds ! frights, chauges, horrors,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
The unity and married calm of states
Quite from their fixture! O, when degree is shak',
Which is the ladder to all high designs,
The enterprise is sick! How could communities,
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,
But by degree, stand in authentic place?
Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores,

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