Pan. What were you talking of, when I came ? Was Hector armed, and gone, cre 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? Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may 3000 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? Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man him ;-she came, and puts me her white hand to 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? 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 Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew all Phrygia. 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. Pan. 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 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. 'Condition, I had gone barefoot to India. love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the Cres. He is not Hector. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.-'Would a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, I would, my heart were in her body!-No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus. 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; be having colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I bad as lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper. nose. Cres. Without the rack. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair on his chin. Cres. Alas, poor chin! inany a wart is richer. Pan. But there was such laughing,-Queen Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Cres. With millstones. Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes;-did her eyes run Pan. And Hector laugh'd. [o'er too? 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. 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 be; 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 'twere a man born in April. Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder? Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus. 'Tis Cres. Peace, for shame, peace! Pun. Mark him; note him; O brave Troilus! Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere-look well upon him, niece; look you, how his a nettle against May. [a retreat sounded. sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Hector's; and how he looks, and how he goes!—— shall we stand up here, and see them, as they O admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and pass toward Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had Cres. At your pleasure, [Cressida. I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; he should take his choice. O admirable man! here we may see them most bravely: I'll tell Paris ?-Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, you them all by their names, as they pass by; Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot. but mark Troilus above the rest. Forces pass over the stage. Eneas passes over the stage. Cres. Speak not so loud. Pan. That's Æneas. Is not that a brave man? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; but mark Troilus; you shall see anon, Crcs. Who's that? Antenor passes over. Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I 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. Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that. There's a fellow!-Go thy way, Hector.-There's a brave man, niece. O brave Hector-Look, how he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a brave man? Cres. O, a brave man! Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good— Look you what hacks are on his helmet! look you yonder, do you see? look you there! There's no jesting: there's laying on; take't off who will, as they say: there be hacks! Cres. Be those with swords? Paris passes over. 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. Cres. Who's that? Helenus passes over. Pan. 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. 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 such like, the spice and salt that season a man? Cres. Ay, a minced man; and then to be baked with no date 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 all 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. Pan. Where? Boy. At your own house; there he unarm 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. Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. Co-rival'd greatness? either to harbour fled, Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, | Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is: Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. [exit. SCENE III. THE GRECIAN CAMP. BEFORE AGAMEM NON'S TENT. Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, ness, The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, And flies filed under shade, why, then, the thing As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Ulyss. Agamemnon,— Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greeco, Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses, Should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks. Agam. Princes, What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? In all designs begun on earth below, Besides the applause and approbation sway, Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and I give to both your speeches,-which were such, disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; Sith every action that hath gone before, And that unbodied figure of the thought, The which, most mighty for thy place and Thou great, and wise, to hear Ulysses speak. less expect, That matter needless, of importless burden, That give't surmised shape. Why then, you We shall hear music, wit, and oracle. princes, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; But the protractive trials of great Jove, In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, The specialty of rule hath been neglected: centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, But let the ruffian Roreas once enrage In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd [rors, Quite from their fixture? O, when degree is shak'd, | Now play me Nestor :-hem, and stroke thy bear Which is the ladder of all high designs, The enterprise is sick! How could communities, And the rude son should strike his father dead: So doubly seconded with will and power, This chaos, when degree is suffocate, And this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose And 'tis this fever, that keeps Troy on foot, Agam. The nature of the sickness found, crowns The sinew and the forehand of our host, And with ridiculous and awkward action Sometime, great Agamemnon, As he, being 'drest to some oration. 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 cow- Count wisdom as no member of the war; measure Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight,— Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Makes many Thetis' sons. [trumpet sounds. Agam. What trumpet? look, Menelaus. Enter Eneas. Ene. Ay; I ask, that I might waken reverence, Which is that god in office, guiding men? [Troy Ene. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, [accord, Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and Jove's Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips!! The worthiness of praise distains his worth, If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: But what the repining enemy commends, That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? pray you? Ene. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes from Troy. [him : Ene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper Agam. Speak frankly as the wind; Ene. Trumpet, blow loud, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;- If any come, Hector shall honour him; We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. [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? Whose grossness little characters sum up: Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you? It is most meet; whom may you else oppose, |