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exion. I had as lieve, Helen's golden tongue d 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 the compass'd window', and, you know, he has not past three or four 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, list as much as his brother Hector, Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lister’? Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him;-she came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin, Cres. Junohave mercy!—How came it cloven? Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think, his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia. Cres. 5. he smiles valiantly. Pan. Does he not Cres. Q, 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 âle egg as well as you É an idle head, you would eat chickens i' the soleii. Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled his chin;–Indeed, he 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 ñon
Hecuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er. Cres. With mill-stones. Pan. And Cassandra laugh’d. Cres. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes;–Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. And Hector laugh’d. 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 laugh'd too. Pan. They laugh’d 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 en your chin, and one of them is white. Čres. This is her question.
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 blush'd, and Paris so chaf’d, and all the rest so laugh'd, that it pass'd. Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by. . Pan. Well, cousin, day; 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. [Sound a retreat. Cres. And I’ll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May. 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 CrèsCres. At your pleasure. [sida. Pan. Here, here, here’s an excellent pace; 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. AEneas passes over the stage.
Cres. Speak not so loud. Pan. That’s AEneas; 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.
Cres. 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 judgement in Troy, whosoever; and a proper man of person:—When comes Troilus?—I’ll shew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.
Cres. Will he give you the nod
Pan. You shall see.
Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more *.
Hector passes over.
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, brave man
Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart goodLook you, what hacks are on his helmet! look youyonder, do you see: look you there ! There's no jesting: laying on; take’t off who will, as they say: there be hacks
&. Be those with swords?
Paris passes over.
Pan. Swords? anything, 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
I told you a thing yester
Pan. That's true; make no question of that.
* The compass'd window is the same as the bow-window, still call a person who plunders shops, a shop-lifier.
brave now.—Who said, he came home hurt to
* The word lifter means a thief—We * The allusion here is to the word noddy,
which, as now, did in our author's time, and long before, signify a silly fellow; and may, by its etymology, signify likewise full of nods,-Cressid means, that a noddy shall have more nods.
day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's
heart good now. Ha! 'would I could see Troi
lus now —you shall see Troilus anon. Cres. Who's that:
Helenus passes over. 5
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 1–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: 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece!—Hem!—Brave Troilus ! the prince of chivalry Cres. Peace, for shame, peace Pan. Mark him; note f lus!—look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword is bloody'd, 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 warfant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot. Enter Soldiers, &c. Cres. Here come more. Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran porridge after meat. I could live and
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 dray-man, 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 manis? Is notbirth, beauty, goodshape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man? Cres. with no date is out. Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie. Crew. 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
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.
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S C E N E III. The Grecian Camp.
Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses,
The fineness of which metal is not found
* To account for the introduction of this quibble, it should be remembered that dates were an
ingredient in ancient patry of almost every kind.
* i. e. that woman. Content for capacity.
£n fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward,
'The brize is the gador horse-fly. and roars most furiously. look like a figure engraved on silver.
Ulyss.Troy, yet upon her basis,had been down,
And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a masBut for these instances. [ter,
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 shews as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets, and this
In evil mixture, to disorder wander,
It hath to climb : The general's disdain'd
* It is said of the tiger, that in storms and hi h winds he rages * Hutch'd in silver, may mean, whose white hair and beard make him “ i.e. the particular rights of supreme authority.
* i.e. the
earth; which, according to the Ptolemaic system, then in vogue, is the center of the solar system.
i.e. corporations, companies, confraterilitics. ' That goes backward step by stop.
.. By him one step below: he, by the next; In such a rein", in full as proud a place * That next, by him beneath; so every step, As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him; - xampled by the first pace that is sick Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war, * Qf his superior, grows to an envious fever - Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites ** Of pale and bloodless emulation': 5 (A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint) * And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, To match as in comparisons with dirt; * Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, To weaken and discredit our exposure, -* Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. How rank “soever rounded in with danger. * ... Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd Ulyss.They tax our policy,and call it cowardice; -- e fever whereof all our power is sick. 10|Count wisdom as no member of the war; ** - Agam.The nature of the sickness found,Ulysses, Forestall pre-science, and esteem no act What is the remedy ? But that of hand: the still and mental parts, on Ulyss. The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns. That do contrive how many hands shall strike, ** The sinew and the forehand of our host,- When fitness calls them on; and know, by meaor. Having his ear full of his airy fame, 15 sure & Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, vs. Lies mocking our designs: With him, Patroclus, Why, this hath not a finger's dignity; - Upon a lazy ised, the livelong day They call this—bed-work, mappery, closet war: - Breaks scurriljests; So that the ram, that batters down the wall, - And with ridiculous and awkward action 20|For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, 3. (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls) § place before his hand that made the engine; He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Orthose, that with the fineness of their souls . Thy topless” deputation he puts on; By reason guide his execution. ... And, like a strutting player, whose conceit Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Lies in his ham-string, and doth think it rich 25|Makes many Thetis' sons. Trumpet sounds. ... To hear the wooden dialogue and sound Agam. What trumpet? look, Menelaus. Twixthis stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,_ Men. From Troy. Such to-be-pitied and o'er-rested,” seeming Enter Æneas. He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, Agam. What would you'fore our tent? [you? 'Tislike a chime amending; with termsunsquard, 30 A.ne. Is this great Agamemnon's tent, I pray Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhondrop'd, Agam. Even this. Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, Aone. May one, that is a herald, and a prince, The large Achisles, on his press'd bed lolling, Do a fair message to his kingly ears? From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm Cries—“Excellent!—'tis Agamemnon just.— 35'Fore all the Greekish heads,which with one voice
* Now play me Nestor;-hem, and stroke thy Call Agamemnon head and general.
‘beard, - AEne. Fair leave, and large security. How may * As he, being 'drest to some oration.” A stranger to those most imperial looks That's done;—as near as the extremest ends || ||Know them from eyes of other mortals? Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife: 40. Agam. How? Yet good Achilles still cries, ‘Excellent! Aone. I ask, that I might waken reverence, , ‘’Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush ‘. Arming to answer in a night alarm.’ Modest as morning when she coldly eyes And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age The youthful Phoebus: Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit,45|Which is that god in office, guiding men? And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon? Shake in * out the rivet:—and at this sport, Agam. This Trojan scornsus; or the men of Troy Sir Valour dies; cries, ‘O!—enough, Patroclus;| |Are ceremonious courtiers. “Or give me ribs of steel ! I shall split all AEne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d, ‘. In pleasure of my spleen.’ And in this fashion, 50. As bending angels; that’s their fame in peace: All our abilities, gots, natures, shapes, But when they would seem soldiers, they have Seyerals and generals of grace exact “, galls, accord, Atchievements, plots, orders, preventions, Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's Excitements to the field, or speech for truce, |Nothing so full of heart. But peace, AEneas, Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves 55|Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips' As stuff for these two to make paradoxes. The worthiness of praise distains his worth, . Nest. And in the imitation of those twain If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: (Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns But what the repining enemy commends, With an imperial voice) many are infect. That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, Ajax is grown self-will'd; and bears his head 60 transcends.
Agam. Sir,you of Troy, callyouyourself Eneas? AEne. Ay, Greek, that is my name. Agam. What’s your affair, I pray you? Aone. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes from Troy. him: AEne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper I bring a trumpet to awake his ear; To set his sense on the attentive bent, And then to speak. 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. AEne. Trumpet, blow loud, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents; And every Greek of mettle, let him know, What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud. [Trumpets sound. We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy A prince call’d Hector, Priam is his father; Who in this dull and long-continu'd truce Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet, And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords! If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece, That holds his honour higher than his ease; That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril; That knows his valour, and knows not his fear; That loves his mistress more than in confession", With truant vows to her own lips he loves) d dare avow her beauty, and her worth, In other arms than hers, to him this challenge. Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, Shall make it good, or do his best to do it. He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer, Than ever Greek did compass in his arms; And will to-morrow with his trumpet call, Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, To rouse a Grecian that is true in love: If any come, Hector shall honour him; If none, he’ll say in Troy, when he retires, The Grécian dames are sun-burnt, and not worth The splinter of a lance. Even so much. Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord AEneas; If none of them have soul in such a kind, We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, That means not, hath not, or is not in love! If then one is, or hath, or means to be, That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now; But, if there be not in our Grecian host One noble man that hath one spark of fire, To answer for his love, Tell him from me, I’ll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver,
As may be in the world: His youth in flood, I’ll pawn this truth with my three drops of blood. Aone.Nowheavensforbid such scarcityof youth Ulyss. Amen. Agam. Fairlord Eneas, let me touch your hand; To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. Achilles shall have word of this intent; So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent; Yourself shall feast with us before you go, And find the welcome of a noble foe. [Ereunt, Manent 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 'th Ulyss. This 'tis: Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded pride That hath to its maturity blown up In rank Achilles, must or now be cropt, Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, To over-bulk us all. Nest. Well, and how Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector However it is spread in general name, [sends, Relates in purpose only to Achilles. [stance, Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as subWhose goal. characters sum up'. And, in the publication, make no strain", But that Achilles, were his brain as barren As banks of Libya, though, Apollo knows, 'Tis dry enough, will with great speed of judge’ ment, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose Pointing on him. Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you? Nest, Yes, ’tis most meet: Whom may you else oppose, That can from Hector bring those honours off, If not Achilles? Though’t be a sportful combat, Yet in this trial much opinion dwells; For here the Trojans taste our dear'st o: With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses, Qur inputation shall be oddly pois'd 45|In this wild action: for the success, Although particular, shall give a scantling Of or bad unto the general; And in such indexes, although small pricks' To their subsequent volumes, there is seen The baby figure of the giant mass Qf things to come at large. It is suppos'd, He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice: And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, Makes merit her election; and doth boil, As 'twere from forth us all, a man distill'd Qut of our virtues; Who miscarrying,
And in my vantbrace* put this wither'd brawn; And, meeting him, will tell him, That my lady Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste
What heart receives from hence a conquering To steel a strong opinion to themselves? [part, Which entertain'd, limbs are in his instruments,
Confession for profession. ... An armour for the arm, avantbras. value of which is ascertained by the use of small characters, i.e. numerals. no doubt, when this duel conies to be proclaimed, but
drift of it. : Small points compared with the volumes.
* Substance is estate; the “ i. e. make no difficulty, that Achilles, dull as he is, will discover the