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(God turn their hearts ! I never sought their malice,) Yet freshly pitied in our memories.
To quench mine honour : they would shame to Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress
make me

Both of my life and office, I have labour'd,
Wait else at door; a fellow counsellor,

And with no little study, that my teaching,
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures And the strong course of my authority,
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience: Might go one way, and safely; and the end

Enter at a window above, the King and Butts. Was ever, to do well: nor is there living
Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight,-|(I speak it with a single heart, my lords,).
K. Hen. What's that, Butts ?

A man, that more detests, more stirs against,
Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day. Both in his private conscience, and his place,
K. Hen. Body o' me, where is it?

Defacers of a public peace, than I do.
Butts. There, my lord !

'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
The high promotion of his grace.of Canterbury, With less allegiance in it! Men, that make
Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Pages, and footboys.

Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships,
K. Hen. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed:

That, in this case of justice, my accusers,
Is this the honour, they do one another?

Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, and freely urge against me.
They had parted so much honesty among them, Suf. Nay, my lord,
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to sufler That cannot be; you are a counsellor,
A man of his place, and so near our favour, And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you.
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, Gar. My lord, because we have business of more
And at the door, too, like a post with packets.

By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:

We will be short with you. 'Tis his highness' pleasure,
Let them alone, and draw the curtain close! And our consent, for better trial of you,
We shall hear more anon.

[Exeunt. From hence you be committed to the Tower ;
The Council-chamber.

Where, being but a private man again,
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk, You shall know many, dare accuse yon boldly,
Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardinen and More than, I fear, you are provided for.
Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself at the Crun. Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you,
upper end of the table on the left hand; a seat You are always my good friend; if your will pass,
being left void above him, as for the Archbishop I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
of CANTERBURY. The rest seat themselves in order You are so merciful: I see your end,
on each side. Cromwell at the lower end, as se- 'Tis my undoing. Love, and meekness, lord,

Become a churchman better than ambition;
Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary: Win straying souls with modesty again,
Why are we met in council ?

Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,
Crom. Please your honours,

Lay all the weigh', ye can, upon my patience,
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. I make as Attle doubt, as you do conscience,
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it?

In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,
Crom. Yes.

But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
Nor. Who waits there?

Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary:
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords ?

That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers,
Gar. Yes.

To men that understand you, words and weakuess.
D. Keep. My lord archbishop;

Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,
And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures. By your good favour, too sharp ; men so noble,
Chan. Let him come in !

However faulty, yet should find respect
D. Keep. Your grace may enter now.

for what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
(Cranmer approaches the council-table. To load a falling man.
Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry

Gar. Good master secretary,
To sit here at this present, and behold

I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
That chair stand empty: but we all are men,

of all this table, say so.
In our own natures frail, and capable

Crom. Why, my lord ?
of our flesh, few are angels : out of which frailty, Gar. Do not I know you for a favourer
And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, of this new sect? ye are not sound.
Have misdemean’d yourself, and not a little, Crom. Not sound ?
Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling

Gar. Not sound, I say.
The whole realm, by yourteaching, and your chaplains, Crom. 'Would, you were half so honest!
(For so we are inform'd,) with new opinions, Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
Divers, and dangerous, which are heresies,

Gar. I shall remember this bold language.
And, not reform'd, may prove pernicions,

Crom. Do.
Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, Pemember


My noble lords : for those, that tame wild horses, Chan. This is too much ;
Pace them not in their hands, to make them gentle, l'orbear, for shame, my lords !
But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur Gar. I have done.

Crom. And I.
Till they obey the manage. If we suffer

Chan. Then thus for you, my lord! -- It stands agreed,
Out of our easiness, and childish pity

I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
To one man's honour) this contagious sickness, You be conveyed to the Tower a prisoner,
Carewell, all physic: and what follows then? There to remain, till the king's further pleasure
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint

Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords?
Of the whole state: as, of late days,our neighbours, All. We are.
The upper Germany, can dearly witness,

Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,


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But I must needs to the Tower, my lords ? (If there be faith in men,) meant for his trial,
Gar. What other

And fair purgation to the world, than malice;
Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome. I am sure, in me.
Let some o'the guard be ready there!

K. Ilen. Well, well, my lords, respect him;
Enter Guard.

Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it.!
Cran. For me?

I will say thus much for him, if a prince Must I go like a traitor thither?

May be beholden to a subject, I Gar, Receive him,

Am, for his love and service, so to him: And see him safe i'the Tower!

Make me no more ado, but all embrace him;
Cran. Stay, good my lords,

Be friends, for shame, my lords !- My lord of Canter-
I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords! bury,
By virtue of that ring, I take my cause

I have a suit, which you must not deny me;
Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it That is, a fair young maid, that yet wants baptism,
To a most noble judge, the king my master, You must be godfather, and answer for her.
Cham. This is the king's rivg.

Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
Sier. 'Tis no counterfeit.

In such an honour. How may I deserve it,
Suf. 'Tis the right ring, by beaven! I told ye all, That am a poor and humble subject to you?
When we first pat this dangerous stone a rolling, K.Hen. Come,come, my lord, you'd spare your spoons;
'Twould fall upon ourselves.

you shall have Nor. Do you think, my lords,

Two noble partners with you: the old dutchess of The king will suffer but the little finger

Norfolk, of this man to be vex'd ?

And lady marquis Dorset ; will these please you? Cham. "'Tis now too certain :

Once more, my lord of Winchester, I charge you, How much more is his life in value with him ? Embrace, and love this man! 'Would I were fairly out on't.

Gar. With a true heart Crom. My mind gave me,

And brother-love I do it. In seeking tales, and informations,

Cran. And let heaven Against this man, (whose honesty the devil

Witness, how dear I hold this confirmation. And his disciples only envy at,)

K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy
Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye! true heart.

Enter King, frowning on ihem; takes his seat. The common voice, I see, is verified
Gur. Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canterbury

A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.-
In dhily thanks, that gave us such a prince; Come, lords, we trille time away; I long
Not only good and wise,but most religious : To have this young one marle a christian.
One that, in all obedience, makes the church As I have made ye one, lords, one remain:
The chief aim of his honour, and, to strengthen So I grow stronger, you more honour gain. (Exeunt.
That holy duty, out of dear respect,

SCENE IV. The palace yurd.
His royal self in judgment comes to hear

Noise and tumult within. Enter Porier and his Man. The cause betwixt her and this great offender. Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals

! K. llen. You were ever good at sudden commen- Do you take the court for Paris-garden ? ye rude dations,

slaves, leave yonr gaping! Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not [Within.] Ğood master Porter, I belong to the To hear such flattery now, and in my presence! larder. They are too thin and base to hide olences. Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hang'd, you To me you cannot reach, you play the spaniel, rogue! Is this a place to roar in? - Fetch me a dozen And think with wagging of your tongue to win me; crab-tree staves, and strong ones ; these are but But, whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure switches to them. – I'll scratch your heads! You Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody. – must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and Good man, [To Cranmer.] sit down ! Now let me cakes here, you rude rascals ? see the proudest

Man. Pray, sir, be patient!'tis as much impossible He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee: (Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons, By all that's holy, he had better starve,

To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep Tlian but once think his place becomes thee not. On May-day morning; which will never be: Sur. May it please your grace,

We may as well push agaiust Paul's, as stir them. K. Ilen. No, sir, it does not please me.

Port. How got they in, and be hang’d? I had thought

, I had had men of some understanding Man. Alas, I know not; how gets the tide in? And wisdom, of my council; but I find none. As much as one sound cudgel of four foot Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,

(You see the poor remainder) could distribute,
This good man, (few of you deserve that title) I made no apare, sir,
This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy

Port. You did nothing, sir!
At chamber-door? and one as great, as you are? Man. I am not Sampson, nor sir Gay, nor Colbrand,
Why, what a shame was this? Did my commission to mow them down before me: bnt, if I spared an!,
Bid ye so far forget yourselves? I gave ye that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she

, Power as he was a counsellor to try him,

cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see Not as a groom. There's some of yc, I see, a chine again; and that I'would

not for a cow, God More out of malice, than integrity,

save her.
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean; (Within.) Do you hear, master Porter?
Which ye shall never have, while I live.

Port. I shall be with yoa presently, good
Chan. Thus far,
My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace

puppy. -Keep the door close, sirrah!

Man. What would you have me do?
To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd
Concerning his imprisonment, was rather

Fort. What should you do, but knock them down
by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or

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have we some strange Indian with the great tool and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage,
come to court, the women so besiege as? Bless me, and Garter speaks.
what a fry of fornication is at door! on my christian Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send
conscience, this one christening will beget a thou- prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high
sand; here will be father, godfather, and all together. and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth!
· Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is Flourish. Enter King and Train.
a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a bra- Cran. (Kneeling.) And to your royal grace,
zier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of

the good queen,
the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:
about him are under the line, they need no other All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
penance: that fire-drake did I hit three times on the Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
head, and three times was his nose discharged against May hourly fall upon ye!
me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. K. Hon. Thank you, good lord archbishop !
There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, What is her name?
that railed upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off Cran. Elizabeth.
her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. K. Hen. Stand up, lord ! -
I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who

[The King kisses the Child.
cried out, clubs! when I might see from far some forty With this kiss take my blessing: God protect thee!
truncheoneers draw to her succour, which were the Into whose hands I give thy life.
hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They Cran. Amen.
fell on; I made good my place; at length they came
to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still ; when

K. Hen. My noble gossips, ye have been too prosuddenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot,

digal :
delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain I thank ye heartily; so shall this lady,
to draw mine honour in, and let them win the work. When she has so much English.
The devil was among them, I think, surely.

Crun. Let me speak, sir,
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play- Let none thiuk flattery, for they'll find them truth.

For Heaven now bids me; and the words I utter
house, and fight for bitten apples;
but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the limbs of This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!)
Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. Though in her cradle, yet now promises
I have some of them in Limbó Patrum, and there Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
they are like to dance these three days ; besides the Which time shall bring to ripeness. She shall be
running banquet of two beadles, that is to come.

(But few now living can behold that goodness)
Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

A pattern to all princes, living with her,
Cham. Mercy o’me, what a multitude are here !

And all, that shall succeed: Sheba was never
They grow still too, from all parts they are coming, More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,
As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters. That mould up such a mighty piece as this is,


soul shall be: and princely graces, These lazy kuares? — Ye have made a fine hand, With all the virtues that attend the good,

There's a trim rabble let in. Are all these

Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall purse her,
Your faithful friends o'the suburbs? We shall have Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: her own shall bless her:

Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
When they pass back from the christening.
Port. An't please your honour,

And hang their heads with sorrow: good grows with

We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn a pieces, we have done:

In her days, every man shall eat in safety

Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing
An army cannot rule them.
Cham. As I live,

The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours :
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all

God shall be truly known; and those about her

From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
Ciap round fines, for neglect. You are lazy kuaves ; Nor shall this peace sleep with her: but as when

And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards, when
Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound;

The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
They are come already from the christening:

Her ashes new create another heir,

As great in admiration as herself;
Go, break among the press, and find a way out

So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find
A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months. (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark-
Port. Make way there for the princess !

Man. You great fellow, staud close up, or r'n Who, from the sacred ashes of her honour,
head ake.

Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, Port. You i’the camblet, get up o'the rail; I'll pick And so stand fix'd: peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, you o'er the pales else.


That were the servants to this chosen infant,

Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him;
SCENE IV. — The palace.

Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,

His honour and the greatness of his name
Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen.
Lord Mayor, Garter, Cranmer, Duke of Norfolk,

Shall be, and make new nations. He shall flourish, with his marshal's staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, Two To all the plains about him :-onr children's children

And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches
Noblemen bearing great standing bowls for the
christening gifts; then four Noblemen bearing a

Shall see this, and bless heaven.
canopy,, under which the Dutchess of Norfolk, K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders.
godmother, bearing the Child, richly habited in a Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England,
mantle, etc. Train borne by a Lady : then follows An aged princess; many days shall see her,
the Marchioness of Dorset, the other godmother, and get no day without a deed to crown it.

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'Would I had known no more! but she must die, He has business at his house ; for all shall stay.
She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, This little one shall make it holiday. (Exeunt.
A most upspotted lily shall she pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

K. Hen. O lord archbishop,

'Tis ten to one, this play can never please, Thou hast made me now a man; never, before All that are here: some come to take their ease, This happy child, did I get any thing :

And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me,

We have frighted with our trumpets: so, 'tis clear,
That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city
To see what this child does, and praise my Abus'd extremely, and to cry: that's witty!

Which we have not done neither: that, I fear,
I thank ye all!-To you, my good lord mayor, All the expected good we are like to hear
And your good brethren, I am much beholden: For this play at this time, is only in
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,

The merciful construction of good women; And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, For such a one we show'd them: if they smile, lords!

And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while
Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye,' All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
She will be sick else. This day, no man think *If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.


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persons of the Drama. Peram, king of Troy.


Ajax, Troilus,


Greciun commanders. Paris his sons.


DIOMEDES, Helenus,


Theksites, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian.
Trojan commanders.

ALEXANDER, servant to Cressida.
Calchas, u Trojan priest, taking part with the Servant to Troilus : Servant to Paris; Servant ko

Diomedes. PANdarus, uncle to Cressida.

HELEN, wife to Menelaus. Margarelox, a bastard son of Priam.

ANDRONACHE, wife to Hector.

CASSANDRA, daughter to Priam: a prophetess. Agamemnon, the Grecian general.

Cressida, daughter to Calchas.
Menelaus, his brother,

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.
Scere, - Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.

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of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited

In like conditions as our argument,
In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece To tell you, 'fair beholders, that our play
The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf'd,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships,

Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils,

'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away Fraught with the ministers agd instruments

To what may be digested in a play.
Of crael war. Sixty and nine, that wore

Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ;
Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay
Put forward toward Phrygia : and their vow is made,

Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.
To ransack Troy; within those strong immures
The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel. SCENE I. - Troy. Before Patun's palace

. To Tenedos they come;

Enter Trolus armed, and Paxdanus.
And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
Their warlike frauglitage. Now on Dardan plains

Tro. Call here my varlet, I'll unarm again:
The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch

Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city,

That find such cruel battle here within? Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan

Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, And Antenorides, with massy staples,

Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none. And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,

Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? Sperr up the sons of Troy.

Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their
Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,

On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant;
Sets all on hazard :- and hither am I come But I am weaker, than a woman's tear,
A prologue arm’d, - but not in confidence Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance;

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Less valiant, than the virgin in the night,

Tro. Say I, she is not fạir?
And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for my a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, that Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the for my part, l’ll meddle nor make no more in the grinding.

matter. Tro. Have I not tarried?

Tro. Pandarus, -
Pun. Ay, the grinding; but you most tarry the Pan. Not I.

Tro. Sweet Pandarus, –
Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave
Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the lea- all as I found it, and there an end.

[Exit Pandarus. An Alarum. Tro. Still have I tarried.

Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude
Pun. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the word sounds!
- hereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair,
the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn I cannot fight upon this argument;
your lips.

It is too starv'd a subject for my sword.
Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, But Pandarus — gods, how do you plague me!
Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do.

I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;
At Priam's royal table do I sit;

And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo,
And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.
So, traitor!-- when she comes !-- when is she thence? Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer, than ever What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we ?
I saw her look, or any woman else.

Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl:
Tro. I was about to tell thee, when my heart, Between our llium, and where she resides,
As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain Let it be call’d the wild and wandering flood;
Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar,
I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:

Alarum. Enter AENEAS.
But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, dene.How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not afield?
Is like that mirth, fate turns to sudden sadness. Tro. Because not there; this woman's answer sorts,
Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker, than For womanish it is to be from thence.
Helen's, (well, go to,)there were no more compari- What news, Aeneas, from the field to-day?
son between the women, -- but, for my part, she is Aene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise I'ro. By whom, Aeneas ?
her, - but I would somebody had heard her talk Aene. Troilus, by Menelaus.
yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar to scorn;
Cassandra's wit; but —

Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. (Alarum. Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandaras,

Aene. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were mayReply not in how many fathoms deep

But, to the sport abroad; :- are you bound thither?
They lie indrench’d. I tell thee, I am mad

dene. In all swift haste.
In Cressid's love. Thon answer'st, She is fair; Tro. Come, go we then together! [Exeunt.
Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Her eres, her hair, her cheeks, her gait, her voice;

SCENE II.- The same. A street.
Handlest in thy discourse, o, that her hand,

In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Cres. Who were those went by ?
Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure Alex. Queen Hecuba, and Helen.
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Cres. And whither go they?
Hard, as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'st Alex. Up to the eastern tower,

Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
As true thou tell'st me, when I say - I love her; To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
But saying, thus, instead of oil and balm, ís, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd:
Thou lay'st in every gash, that love hath given me, He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer;
The knife that made it,

And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Pun. I speak no more, than truth.

Before the sun rose, he was harness d light,
Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

And to the field goes he; where every flower
Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as she Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she be In Hector's wrath.
not, she has the mends in her own hands.

Cres. What was his cause of anger?
Tro. Good Pandaras! How now, Pandarus? Alex. The noise goes, this: there is among the
Pun. I have had my labour for my travel: ill- Greeks
thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you : gone A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
between and between, but small thanks for my They call him Ajax.

Cres. Good; and what of him ?
Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with Alex. They say he is a very man per se,

And stands alone.
Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's no Cre So do all man ; unless they are drunk, sick,
so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, she or have no legs.
would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. Alex. This man, Jady, hath robbed many beasts of
But what care I? I care not, an she were a black-a- their particular additions; he is as valiant, as the lion,
mor; 'tis all one to me.

churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man,

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