What was his cause of anger? Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among the A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; Cres. Good; and what of him? Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs. Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair 5: He hath the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. Cres. But how should this man, that makes me smile, make Hector angry? Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking. Enter PANDArus. Cres. Who comes here? Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. Cres. Hector's a gallant man. Alex. As may be in the world, lady. Pan. What's that? what's that? Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. - How Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: what do you talk of? Good morrow, Alexander. do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium? Cres. This morning, uncle. Pan. What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she? Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there is Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. Cres. What, is he angry, too? Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. Cres. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison. Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man, if you see him? Cres. Ay, if ever I saw him before, and knew him. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus. Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure he is not Hector. Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some degrees. Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. Cres. Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised him above, his complexion is higher than his; he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as lief Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose. Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris. Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him the other day into a compassed 6 window,— and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetick may soon 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. Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter? 7 Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; - she came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin, Cres. Juno have mercy! How came it cloven? Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think, his smiling becomes him better than any man in ali Phrygia. Cres. O, he smiles valiantly. Pan. Does he not? Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. -- that Helen loves Troilus, Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove it so. Pan. Troilus? why he esteems her no more than I esteem an addle egg. Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell. Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she 7 Thief. 6 Bow tickled his chin; - Indeed, she has a marvellous white hand, I must needs confess. Cres. Without the rack. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin. Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. But, there was such laughing; — Queen Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Cres. With mill-stones.8 Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under Did her eyes run o'er too? the pot of her eyes; Pan. And Hector laughed. Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin. Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have laughed too. Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair as at his pretty answer. Cres. What was his answer? Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white. Cres. This is her question. Ju Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white: That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. piter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was such laughing! and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that passed.9 Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? 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! there's a man, niece! - Hem! — Brave 1 1 Cres. Peace, for shame, peace! Pan. Mark him; note him; - O brave Troilus! look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes! O admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and twenty. 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 an eye 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! II had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece. Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and a proper man of person: - When comes Troilus? - -I'll show you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me. Cres. Will he give you the nod? Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more. A proverbial saying. 9 Went beyond bounds. A term in the game at cards called noddy. Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a better man than Troilus. drayman, a porter, a very camel. Pan. Achilles? a 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 such like, the spice and salt that season a man? Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, ness, The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, And flies fled under shade, why, then, the thing of courage, As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Ulyss. sway, Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES, And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, MENELAUS, and others. Agam. Princes, What grief hath set the jaundice on your checks? Fails in the promis'd largeness; checks and disasters [TO NESTOR. Thou great, - and wise, to hear Ulysses speak. Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect 7 That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; That matter needless, of importless burden, Sith every action that hath gone before, But the protractive trials of great Jove, In fortune's love for them, the bold and coward, 2 Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every Divide thy lips: than we are confident, Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, But for these instances. The specialty of rule hath been neglected : To whom the foragers shall all repair, 6 The gad-fly that stings cattle. 7 Expectation. Constancy. Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, horrors, The unity and married calm of states 'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd, Now play me Nestor ; — hem, and stroke thy beard, As, he being drest to some oration. 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, The enterprize is sick? How could communities, And the rude son shall strike his father dead: So doubly seconded with will and power And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, And this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose By him one step below; he, by the next; Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, What is the remedy? Ulyss. The great Achilles,-whom opinion crowns The sinew and the forehand of our host, Having his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Lies mocking our designs: With him, Patroclus, Upon a lazy bed the live-long day Breaks scurril jests And with ridiculous and awkward action (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,) He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Thy topless7 deputation he puts on; And, like a strutting player, whose conceit Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound "Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested 9 seeming He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, 3 Force up by the roots. Absolute. 7 Supreme. 9 Beyond the truth. 2 Without 4 Divided. 6 In modern language, takes us off. * Stage. Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent! 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Arming to answer in a night alarm. And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age Nest. And in the imitation of these twain (A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; Count wisdom as no member of the war; Forestall prescíence, and esteem no act But that of hand: the still and mental parts, That do contrive how many hands shall strike, When fitness calls them on; and know, by measure Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, Why, this hath not a finger's dignity: They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war : So that the ram, that batters down the wail, For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, They place before his hand that made the engine. Or those, that with the fineness of their souls By reason guide his execution. Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpets sounded. Agam. What trumpet? look, Menelaus. Agam. Ene. Ay; I ask, that I might waken reverence, How? Which is that god in office, guiding men? Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon? That means not, hath not, or is not in love! Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips! That breath faine follows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? Agam. Ene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: I bring a trumpet to awake his ear: To set his sense on the attentive bent, Agam. Speak frankly, as the wind; It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour: That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, He tells thee so himself. Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;- And in my vanthrace put this wither'd brawn; Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: [Exeunt all but ULYSSES and NESTOR. Ulyss. Nestor, Nest. What says Ulysses? Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, Be you my time to bring it to some shape. Nest. What is't? It is most meet: Whom may you else oppose, |