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At Priam's royal table do I sit;
So, traitor!-when she comes!When is she
Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else. Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my heart,
As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: [ness, But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladIs like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more comparison between the women,-But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her,-But I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit; but
Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie
Reply not in how many fathoms deep
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense
As true thou tell'st me, when I say-I love her;
Pan. I speak no more than truth. Tro. Thou dost not speak so much. Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be not, she has the mends in her own hands.
Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? Pun. I have had my labour for my travel; illthought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between and between, but small thanks for my labour.
Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me?
Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, she's not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday, But what care I? I care not, an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,
I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
Ene. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore
Tro. Because not there; This woman's an-
Ene. Troilus, by Menelaus.
Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar ta
Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were
But to the sport abroad;-Are you bound thi-
Tro. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The same.-A Street.
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
Alex. Up to the eastern tower,
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Cres. What was his cause of anger?
A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
Cres. Good; And what of him?
Alex. They say he is a very man per se,t And stands alone.
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 crouded humours, that his valour is crusheds 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
Suits. By himself. ↑ Characters.
without cause, and merry against the hair :* 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?
Alex. 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.
Cres. Who comes here?
Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
Pun. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What do you talk of?-Good morrow, Alexander.
a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,)— Not brown neither.
Cres. No, but brown.
Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
Cres. To say the truth, true and not true.
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.
Pun. 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* window, How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?-and, you know, he has not past three or four 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. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger.
Pan. Was he angry?
Cres. So he says here.
Pun. 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. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, he were,
Cres. So he is.
hairs on his chin.
Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic 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 ?t
Pun. 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?
Pun. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think, his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia.
Cres. O, he smiles valiantly.
Pan. Does he not?
Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. Pan. Why, go to then:-But to prove to you 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 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.
Pan. And Cassandra laughed.
Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes,-Did her eyes run o'er too?
Pan. And Hector laughed.
Cres. At what was all this laughing?
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.
Pan. That's true; make no question of that. I One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white: That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Jupiter! 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 it passed."
Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by,
Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on't.
Cres. So I do.
Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'tweret a man born in April.
Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May.
[A Retreat sounded. Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida.
Cres. At your pleasure.
Pun. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest.
ENEAS passes over the stage.
Cres. Speak not so loud.
Pan. That's Eneas; Is not that a brave man? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; But mark Troilus; you shall see
Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not: an the devil come to him, it's all one: By god's lid, it does one's heart good:-Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: look ye yonder, niece; Is't not a gallant man too, is't not?Why, this is brave now.-Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would I could see Troilus now!-you shall see Troilus anon.
Went beyond bounds.
Cres. Who's that?
HELENUS passes over.
Pun. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where Troilus is:-That's Helenus;-I think he went not forth to-day-That's Helenus. 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?
Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece!-Hem !--Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry!
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.
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.
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 such like, the spice and salt that season a man?
Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no datet in the pye,-for then the man's date is out.
Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward 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 ali 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.
+ Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every kind. + Guard.
Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him.
Pun. 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."
Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
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 mine eyes appear. [Exit.
SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp.-Before
Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR,
What grief hath set the jaundice on your
The ample proposition, that hope makes
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
Sith every action that hath gone before,
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;
But the protractive trials of great Jove,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
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
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
Bounding between the two moist elements, Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize,t
thing of courage,
[thize, As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympaAnd with an accent turn'd in self-same key, Returns to chiding fortune.
[Greece, Thou great commander, nerve and bone of 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 [To AGAMEMNON. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out I give to both your speeches,-which were life,[TO NESTOR.
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Should hold up high in brass; and such again, As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, [tree Should with a bond of air (strong as the axleOn which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish [both,
To his experienc'd tongue, yet let it please 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,
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis had been down, [master, And the great Hector's sword had fack'd a
But for these instances.
The speciality of rules hath been neglected: And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow fac
When that the general is not like the hive,
The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,
Observe degree, priority, and place,
1 Expectation. Constancy.
Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye
In evil mixture, to disorder wander, [tiny?
Divert and crack, rend and deracinatet
And, like a strutting player,-whose conceit
Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested+ seeming He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, "Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd,+ [dropp'd, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling,
Quite from their fixture? O, when degree is From his deep chest laughs out a loud ap
Which is the ladder of all high designs,
The enterprize is sick! How could communities,
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods; in cities, Peaceful commérce from dividables 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
In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters
Then every thing includes itself in power,
And this neglection of degree it is,
Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd
The fever whereof all our power¶ is sick.
Cries-Excellent!-'tis Agamemnon just.--
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age
Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all
Nest. And in the imitation of these twain
Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cow. ardice;
Count wisdom as no member of the war;
Divided. II Absolute.
**In modern language, takes us off.