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At Priam's royal table do I sit;
Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair, And when fair Cressid comes into my When with your blood you daily paint her thoughts,
I cannot fight upon this argument; [thus. So, traitor !-when she comes !When is she It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. thence?
But Pandarus-0 gods, how do you plagut Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer
me ! than ever I saw her look, or any woman else. I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, heart,
As she is stubborn-cbaste against all suit. As wedged with a sigh, would rive* in twain; Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl: Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: [ness, Between our Ilinin, and where she resides, But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming glad- Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood; Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing PanPan, An her hair were not somewhat dark
dar, er than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. more comparison between the women,-But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would
Alurum. Enter ÆNEAS. not, as they term it, praise her,—But I would
Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I
not afield? did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassan- Tro. Because not there; This woman's andra's wit; butTro. O 'Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,- For womaoish it is to be from thence.
swer sorts, * When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? drown'd,
Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. Reply not in how many fathoms deep
Tro. By whom, Æneas? They lie indrench’d. I tell thee, I am mad
Æne. Troilus, by Menelaus. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair; Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar tu Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart (voice;
scorn; Her eyes, her hair, ber cheek, her gait, her Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Handlest in thy discourse, (), that her hand,
Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town In whose comparison all whites are ink,
to-day! Writing their own reproach; To whose soft Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were seizure
[ther? The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense But to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound thiHard as the palm of ploughinen! This thou Æne. In all swift baste.
Tro. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt.
SCENE (1.-The same.-A Street.
Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
[me Pan. I speak no more than truth.
Cres. Who were those went by? Tro, Thon dost not speak so much.
Alex. Queen Hecuba, and Helen. Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be Cres. And whither go they? as she is: if she be fair, 'lis the better for her; Alex. Up to the eastern tower, an she be not, she has the mends in her own Whose height commands as subject all the vale, hands.
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? Is, as a virtue, fix’d, to-day was mov'd :
Pun. I have had my labour for my travel; ill. He chid Andromache, and struck his arthoaght on of her, and ill-thought on of you :
mourer; gone between and between, but small thanks And, like as there were husbandry in war, for my labour.
Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, And to the field goes he; where every flower with me?
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, In Hector's wrath. she's not so fair as Helen: an she were not kin Cres. What was his cause of anger ? to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as He- Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among len is on Sunday. But what care 1? I care
the Greeks not, an she were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; to me.
They call him, Ajax. Tro. Say I, she is not fair?
Cres. Good; And what of him? Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. Alex. They say he is a very man per sent She's a fool to stay behind her father; let her And stands alone. to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, time I see her: for my part, I'll meddle nor sick, or have no legs. make no more in the matter.
Alex. This man, lady, bath robbed many Tro. Pandarus,
beasts of their particular additions;he is as Pun. Not I.
valiant as the lion, churlish the bear, slow Tro. Sweet Pandarus,
as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will so crouded humours, that his valour is crushleave all as I found it, and there an end. ed into folly, his folly sauced with discretion:
[E.rit PANDARUS. An Alarum. there is no man hath a virtue that he hath not Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he rude sounds!
carries some stain of it: he is melancholy * Split.
Suits. + By himself. Characters. Singled.
without cause, and merry against the hair :* a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I inust confess,)He hath the joints of every thing; but every
Not brown neither. thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Bria- Cres. No, but brown. reus, many hands and no use; or purblind Ar- Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and ont gus, all eyes and no sight.
brown. Cres. But how should this man, that makes Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. me sinile, make Hector angry?
Pun. She prais'd his complexion above Paris, Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. in the battle, and struck him down; the dis
Pan. So he has. dain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much: Hector fasting and waking.
if she praised him above, his complexion is Enter PANDARUS.
higher than his; he having colour enough,
and the other higher, is too flaming a praise Cres. Who comes here?
for a good complexion. I had as lief, Helen's Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. golden tongue had commended Troilus for a Cres. Hector's a gallant man.
copper nose. Alex. As may be in the world, lady,
Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him Pan. What's that? what's that?
better than Paris. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Pun. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What Prn. Nay, I am sure she does. She came do you talk of ?-Good morrow, Alexander.- to him the other day into a compassed* windos, How do you, cousin ? When were you at Ilium? —and, you know, he has not past three or four Cres. This morning, uncle.
hairs on his chin. Pan. What were you talking of, when I Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may came? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye soon bring his particulars therein to a total. came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she? Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will
Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen wasnot up. he, within three pound, lift as much as his Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. brother Hector.
Cres. That were we talking of, and of his Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a unger.
lifter ? Pan. Was he angry?
Pun. But, to prove to you that Helen loves Cres. So he says here,
him ;-she came, and puts me her white hand Pun. True, he was so; I know the cause to his cloven chin,too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them Cres. Juno have mercy !-How came it that: and there is Troilus will not come far cloven ? behind him ; let them take heed of Troilus; I Pun. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, can tell them that too.
his smiling becomes him better than any man Cres. What, is he angry too?
in all Phrygia. Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better Cres. 0, he smiles valiantly. man of the two.
Pan. Does he pot? Cres. (), Jupiter ! there's no comparison. Cres. () yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn.
Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector? Pan. Why, go to then:-But to prove to you Do you know a man if you see him?
that Helen loves Troilus,Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll knew hiin
prove it so. Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.
Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, than I esteem an addle egg. he is not Hector.
Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some you love an idle head, you would eat chickens degrees.
i'the shell. Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, how she tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she bas a
marvellous white hand, I must needs confess. Cres. So he is.
Cres. Without the rack. Pan. -'Condition, I had gone barefoot to Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white India.
hair on his chin. Cres. He is not Hector.
Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.-'Would Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, Cres. With mill-stones. I I would, my heart were in her body !-No, Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Hector is not a better man than Troilus.
Cres. But there was a more temperate fire Cres. Excuse me.
under the pot of her eyes;–Did her eyes run Pan. He is elder.
o'er too? Crés. Pardon me, pardon me.
Pan. And Hector laughed. Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall Cres. At what was all this laughing? tell me another tale, when the other's come to't. Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen Hector shall not have his wit this year.
spied on Troilus' chin. Cres. He shall not need it, if he have bis own. Cres. An't had been green hair, I should Pan. Nor his qualities ;
have laughed too. Cres. No matter.
Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, Pan. Nor bis beauty.
as at his pretty answer. Cres. 'Twould not become him, his own's Cres. What was his answer ? better,
Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hau's Pan. You have no judgement, niece : Helen on your chin, and one of them is white. herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for Cres. This is her question. * Grain.
id proverbial saying
Pan. That's true; make no question of that. I Cres. Who's that? One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white:
HELENUS passes orer. That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Jupiter ! quoth she, which of these
Pun. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one, Troilus is :- That's Helenus ;-I think he went quoth he; pluck it out and gire it him. But, not forth to-day :—That's Helenus. ihere was such laughing ! and Helen so blush- Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ? ed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so
Pan. Helenus ? no ;-yes, he'll fight indiflaughed, that it passed.
ferent well :-I marvel, where Troilus is! Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great Hark ;-do you not hear the people cry, 'Troiwhile going by,
lus?-Helenus is a priest. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yes
Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? terday; think on't.
TROIlus passes over.
Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus: you, an 'tweret a man born in April.
"Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Hem !Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an
Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry! 'twere a nettle against May,
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace! (A Retreat sounded. Pan. Mark him; note him ;-0 brave TroiPan. Hark, they are coming from the field : lus ?--Jook well upon him, niece ; look you, Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they how his sword is bloodied, and his helm* more pass toward Nium? good niece, do'; sweet back'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and niece Cressida.
how he goes !-() admirable youth! he ne'er Cres. At your pleasure.
saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, Pun. Here, here, here's an excellent place; go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or a here we may see most bravely: I'll tell you daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. them all by their names, as they pass by; but o admirable man! Paris ?-Paris is dirt to mark Troilus above the rest.
him; and I warrant, Helen, to change, would
give an eye to boot. Æneas passes orer the stage. Cres. Speak not so loud.
Forces pass over the stage. Pan. That's Æneas; Is not that a brave Cres. Here come more. man? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, tell you; But mark Troilus; you shall see chaff and bran! porridge after meat! I could
live and die i'the eyes of Troilus.' Ne'er look, Cres. Who's that?
ne'er look; the eagles are gone; crows and
daws, crows and daws! I had rather be such ANTENOR passes over.
a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, Greece. I can tell you ; and he's a man good enough; Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; he's one o'the soundest judgements in Troy, a better man than Troilus. whosoever, and a proper man of person :- Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very When comes Troilus ?—I'll show you Troilus camel. anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at Cres. Well, well.
Pan. Well, well ?-Why, have you any disCres. Will he give you the nod ?:
cretion ? have you any eyes? Do you know Pun. You shall see.
what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more. shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleHector passes over.
ness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like,
the spice and salt that season a man? Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be that; There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hectar; baked with no datet in the pye,-for then the
- There's a brave man, niece.-0 brave Hec- man's date is out. tor!-Look, how he looks! there's a counten- Pan. You are sucb a woman! one knows ance: Is't not a brave man?
not at what wardt you lie. Cres. (), a brave man!
Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good upon my wit, to defend my wiles ; upon my -Look you what hacks are on his helmet? secrecy, to defend mine honesty ; my mask, look you yonder, do you see? look you there! to defend my beauty ; and you, to defend ali There's no jesting: there's laying on; take't these: and at all these wards I lie, at a thouoff wbo will, as they say: there be hacks! sand watches. Cres. Be those with swords?
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 Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not: an cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can the devil come to him, it's all one: By god's watch you for telling how I took the blow ; lid, it does one's heart good :-Yonder comes unless it swell past hiding, and then it is past Paris, yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, watching. niece; Is't not a gallant man too, is't not? Pan. You are such another ! Why, this is brave now.- Who said, he came
Enter Troilus' Boy. hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak I could see Troilus now!-you shall see Troi- with you. lus anon.
* Helmet. * Went beyond bounds. + As if 'twerc.
+ Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost 1 A term in the game at cards called Noddy.
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Boy. At your own house; there he unarms Lies the true proof of men: The sea being him.
smooth, Pun. Good boy, tell him I come: (Exit How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Boy.) I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, Upon her patient breast, making their way good niece.
With those of nobler bulk. Cres. Adieu, uncle.
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. The gentle Thetis,* and, anon, behold Cres. To bring, uncle,
The strong ribb’d bark through liquid mounPan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
tains cut, Cres. By the same token you are a bawd.- Bounding between the two moist elements,
[Exit PANDARUS. Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sa
boat, He offers in another's enterprize: [crifice, Whose weak' untimber'd sides but even now But more in Troilus thousand fold I see Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be; Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the do- In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and ing:
brightness, That she belov'd knows nought, that knows The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, t. not this,
Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is: Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, That she was never yet, that ever knew And flies filed under shade, Why, then, the Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue: thing of courage,
(thize, Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,- As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympaAchievement is command; ungain'd beseech: And with an accent turn'd in self-same key, Then though my heart's content firm love doth Returns to chiding fortune. bear,
(Greece, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. Thou great commander, nerve and bone of
Exit. Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,
In whom the tempers and the minds of all SCENE III.- The Grecian Cump.-Before
Should be shut up,-bear what Ulysses speaks. Agamemnon's Tent.
Besides the applause and approbation Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, The which,-most mighty for thy place and ULYSSES, Menelaos, and others.
[TO AGAMEMNON. Agam. Princes,
And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out What grief hath set the jaundice on your I give to both your speeches,
which were life,
[TO NESTOR. cheeks? The ample proposition, that hope makes
such, In all designs begun on earth below,
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and Should hold up high in brass; and such again, disasters
As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, stree Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d;
Should with a bond of air (strong as the axleAs kpots, by the conflúx of meeting sap,
On which heaven rides,) koit all the Greekish Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain
[both, Tortive and errant* from his course of growth. To his experienc'd tongue.--yet let ii please Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
Thou great, -and wise,--to hear Ulysses That we come short of our suppose so far,
speak. That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls
Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of stand;
less expecti Sitht every action that hath gone before,
That matter needless, of importless burden, Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Divide thy lips; than we are confident, Bias and thwart, not answering the aiin,
When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, And that unbodied figure of the ught
We shall bear music, wit, and oracle. That gav't surmised shape. Why then, you
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis had been princes,
(master, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; And the great Hector's sword had fack'd a And think them shames, which are, indeed, The speciality of ruleg hath been neglected:
nought else But the protractive trials of great Jove,
And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand To find persistive constancy in men?
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow facThe fineness of which metal is not found
tiops. In fortune's love: for then, the bold and When that the general is not like the hive, coward,
To whom the foragers shall all repair, The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
What honey is expected ? Degree being vizThe hard and soft, seem all affin'dt and kin:
arded,11 But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this Pufling at all, winnows the light away;
centre, And what hath mass, or matter, by itself
Observe degree, priority, and place, Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.
Insisture, f course, proportion, season, form, Nest. With due observance of thy godlike Office, and custom, in all line of order: seat,
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
In noble eminence enthron’d and spher's
The daughter of Neptune. * Twisted and rambling.
+ The gad fly that stings cattle. 1 Expectation Joined by affinity.
The throne. Rights of authority. || Masked. 1 Constancy.
Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye And, like a strutting player,--whose conceit
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon Divert and crack, rend and deracinatet Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, The unity and married calm of states
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolliug, Quite from their fixture? O, when degree is From his deep chest laughs out a loud apshak'a,
plause; Which is the ladder of all high designs, Cries—Excellent !—'tis Agamemnon just.-. The enterprize is sick! How could commun- Now play me Nestor ;-hem, and stroke thy ities,
As he, being dress'd to some oration. [beard, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoodst in cities, That's done ;-as near as the extremest ends Peaceful commerce from dividables shores, Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife. The primogenitive and due of birth,
Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent! Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Arming to unswer in a nighi alarm. Take but degree away, untune that string, And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age And, hark, what discord follows! each thing Must be the scene of mirth ; to cough, and spit, meets
And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, In merell oppngnancy: The bounded waters Shake in and out the rivet:-and at this sport, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, Sir Valour dies ; cries, 0!-enough, PatroAnd make a sop of all this solid globe:
clus; Strength should be lord of imbecility,
Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all And the rude son should strike his father dead: In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, Force should be right; or, rather, right and all our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, wrong,
Severals and generals of grace exact, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, Should lose their names, and so should justice Excitements to the field, or speech for truce, too.
Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves Then every thing includes itself in power, As stuff' for these two to make paradoxes. Power into will, will into appetite;
Nest. And in the imitation of these twain And appetite, a universal wolf,
(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns So doubly seconded with will and power, With an imperial voice,) many are infect. Must make perforce a universal prey, Ajax is grown self-will'd; and bears his head And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamem- | In such a reign, in full as proud a place This chaos, when degree is suffocate, (pon, As broad Achilles : keeps his tent like him; Follows the choking.
Makes factious feasts, rails on our state of And this neglection of degree it is,
Bold as an oracle: and sets 'l hersites [war, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose (A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint, It bath to climb. The general's disdain’d To match us in comparisons with dirt; By him one step below; he, by the next; To weaken and discredit our exposure, That next, by him beneath: so every step, How rank soever rounded in with danger. Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cow. Of his superior, grows to an envious lever
ardice; Of pale and bloodless emulation:
Count wisdom as no member of the war; And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Forestall prescience, and esteem no act Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, But that of hand : the still and mental parts,-Troy in our weakness stands, not in her That do contrive how many hands shall strike, strength.
When fitness calls them on; and know, by Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd
Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight,The fever whereof all our powerf is sick. Why, this hath not a finger's dignity: (war:
Agam. The nature of the sickness found, They call this—bed-work, mappery, closetWhat is the remedy?
[Ulysses, so that the ram, that batters down the wall, Ulyss. The great Achilles,-whom opinion For the great swing and rudeness of his poise,
They place before his hand that made the en: The sinew and the forehand of our host,
gine; Having his ear full of his airy fame,
Or those, that with the fineness of their souls Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent By reason guide his execution. Lies mocking our designs: With bim, Patro- Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' Upon a lazy bed the livelong day (clus,
horse Breaks scurril jests;
Makes many Thetis' sons. sirumpet sounds. And with ridiculous and awkward action Agam. What trumpet? look, Menelaus. (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,) [non, He pageants** us. Sometime, great Agamem
Men. From Troy.
Agum. What would you 'fore our tent 1 Corporations, companies. (Divided. || Absolute. S Army, force. ** In modern language, täkes us of. * The galleriee of the theatre. + Beyond the truth. tt Supreme.