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TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

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PRIAM, King of Troy.

THERSITES, a deformed and scnrrilous Grecian. Hector, TroiLUs, Paris, His Sons. }

ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida. DEIPHOBUS, HELENUS,

Servant to Troilus.-Servant to Paris.-Servant to
ÆNLAS, ANTENOR, Trojan Commanders.

Diomedes,
CALChas, a Trojan Priest, taking part with the
Greeks.

HELEN, Wife to Menelans.
PANDARUS, Uvcle to Cressida.

ANDROMACHE, Wile to Hector. MARGARELON, a bastard Son of Priam.

CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam; a Prophetess. AGAMEMNON, the Grecian General.

CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas. MENELAUS, his Brother.

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants. ACHILLES, AJAX, Ulysses, Nes-> Grecian Com.

TOR, DIOMEDES, PATROCLUS, } manders. Scene, Troy, and the Grecian camp before it.

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PROLOGUE.

Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for

my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He
In Troy, there lies the scene. From Isles of Greece that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry
The princes orgulons, their high blood chased, the grinding.
Have to the port of Aihens sent their ships,

Tro. Have I not tarried:
Praught with the ministers and instruments

Por. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the Of cruel war: sixty and nine, that wore

bolting. Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay

Tro. Have I not tarried ?
Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is made, Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the
To ransack Troy; within whose strong immures leavening.
The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

Tro. Still have I tarried.
With wanion Paris sleeps; and ihal's the quarrel. Pan. Ay, to the leavening : but here's yet in the
To Tenedos they come;

word-hereafter, the kneading, the making of the
And the deep-drawing barhs do there disgorge cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay,
Their warlike fraughiage + : now on Dardan plains you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance
The fresh and yet un bruised Greeks do pitch to burn your lips.
Their brave pavilions : Priam's six.gated city, Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be,
Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan, Doth lesser blench. at sufferance than I do.
And Antencrides, with massy staplex,

At Priam's royal table do I sit;
And corresponsive and fulfulling bolts,

And when faii Cressid comes into my thoughts,Sperr 1 up the sons of Troy.

So, traitor!-when she comes !--Wheo is she Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,

thence On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,

Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than Sets all on hazard :-- And hither am I come

ever I saw her look, or any woman else. A prologue arni’d,--but not in confidence

Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my hea :t, Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited As wedged with a sigh, would rive + in twain; lu like conditions as our argument,

Lest Hector or my father shonld perceive me,
To tell you, fair beholders, that our play

I have (as when the sun doth light a storm),
Leaps o'er the vaunt ý and firstlings of those broils, Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile :
'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,
To what may be digested in a play.

Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.
Like, or tind fault; do as your pleasures are; Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker
Nuw, good or bad, 'tis but the chance ot war. thian Helen's, (well, go to), there were no more

comparison between the women,- But, for my part,
she is my kinsuoman; I would 1101, as they term il,
praise her,-- But I would somebody had heard her

talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your
ACT I.

sister Cassandra's wit; but

Tro. O Pandarus! I tell tliee, Pandarus,-SCENE 1.Troy. Before Priam's Palace. When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd

Reply not in how many fathoms deep
Enter Troilus armed, ond PANDARUS.

They lie indrenchid. I tell thee, I am mad
Tro. Call here my varlet |I, I'll unarm again: In Cressid's love: thou answer'si, She is lair;
Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
That find such cruel battle here within ?

Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;
Each Trojan, that is master of his heart,

Handlest in thy discourse, o, that her hand, Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath bone.

In whose comparison all whites ar ink, Pan. Will this geer ( ne'er be mended!

Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their The cygnet's down is harshi, and spirit of sense strength,

Hard as the palm of plonglumen! This thou tell'st me,
Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiane; As true thou tell’si me, when I say - I love her;
But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Tamer than sleep, fonder ** than ignorance; Thou lav'st in every gash that love hath given me
Less valiant than the virgin in the night,

The knite that made it.
And skill-less as unpractised iniaucy.

Pan. I speak no more than truth.

Tro. Thou dost not speak so much. • Proud, disdainful. + Freight. Shut.

Pan. 'Faith, I'll not incddle in't. Let her be as Avaunt, what went before. . servant to a knight. I Habit. • Weaker.

• Shrink.

+ Split.

is to be from thence.

a, from the field te Pas is returned home, on Eneast

a ty Menelaus. ha bleed: 'tis but a sca

Menelaus' hom. - What good sport is ou

thone, if sould I might ** Mi abroad ;-Are you be

Sit baste. but go we then together. SENE II.-The sone.- À Later (Essida and ALEXA iba were those went by 1 Ba Hecu 4, and Helen,

whithe i go they? La dhe tastern tower, dal contands as subject

balls Hector, whose Seat, ax'd, in-day was my as faronache, and struck

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Tro. Guod Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? phant: a man into whom nature hath so crowded Pan. I have had my labour for my travail; ill. humours, that his valonr is crush'd + into folly, his thought on ot ber, and ill-thought on of you: gone folly sauced with discretion : there is no man hath between and between, but small thanks for my la

a virtile, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any bour.

man an attaint, but he carries some stain of it: he Tro. What, art thoa angry, Pandarus ? What, is melancholy without cause, and merry against the with me?

hairt: he bath the joints of every thing; but every Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, she's thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sun and no sight. day. But what care 11 I care not, an she were a ('res. But how should this man, that makes me block-a-moor; 'uis all one lo ine.

smile, make Hector angry? Tro. Say 1, she is not fair?

Aler. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in
Par. I do not care whether you do or no. She's the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and
a tool to stay behind her faiher; let her to the shame where'ť hath ever since kepe Hector fast-
Greeks; and so l'li tell her the next time I see her: ing and waking.
for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the

Enter PANDARU'S,
maller.
Tro. Pandarus,

Cres. Who comes here?
Pan. Not I.

Aler. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Tro. Sweet Pandarns,-

Crys. Hector's a gailant man.
Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me: I will Altr. As may be in the world, lady.
leave all as I found it, and there an end.

Pan. What's that? What's that?
(Erit Pandarus.-An Alarum. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pan arus.
Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! Peace, Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What do you
rude sounds!

talk of?-Good inorrow, Alexander.-How do you, Frols on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,

cousin? When were you at llum?
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.

Cres. This morning, uncle.
I cannot fight upon this argument:

Pan. What were you talking of, when I came?

Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere
It is to starved a subject for iny sword.

ye came to But Pandarus-( gods, how do you plague me!

llium? Helen was not up, was she? I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;

Cres. Hector was gone, but Helen was not up. And he', as letchy to be woo'd to woo,

Pan. Even so; Hector was stirring early. As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.

Cres. That were we talking on, and of his anger.
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,

Pan. Was lie angry?
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we?

Cres. So he says here.
Her bed is India; there she lies a pearl:

Pan. True, he was so ; I know the cause too;
Between our lliuin, and where she resides,

he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: Let it be call'd the wide and wandering flood;

and there is Troilus will not come far behind him; Oarself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar,

let then take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that

too.
Our doubiful hope, our convoy, and our burk.

Cres. What, is he angry too?
Alarum.-Enter Æneas.

Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of
Æne. How now, prince Troilus? Wherefore not

the two. afield?

Cres, 0, Jupiter! there's no comparison.
Tro. Because not there; this woman's answer Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector?
sorts,

Do you know a man if you see him?
For womanish it is to be from thence.

Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew

him.
What news, Eneas, from the field to-day?

Ene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. Pan. Well, I say, Troilas is Troilus.
Tro. By whom, Eneas ?

Cres. Then you say as I say ; for, I am sure, he is
Æne. Troilus, by Menelaus.

not Hector.
Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn; Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some de.
Paris is gored with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. grees.
Ene. Hark! What good sport is out of town to- Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
day!

Pan. Hunseli? Alas, poor Troilus! I would he
Tro. Betier at home, if would I might, were may.- were,
But, to the sport abroad ;-Are you bound thither? Cres. So he is.
me. In all swift haste.

Pan. -'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India.
Tro. Come, go we then together. (E.reunt. Cres, He is not Hector.

Pan. Himself? No, he's not himself. 'Would 'a SCENE II.-The same.--A Street.

were himself! Well, the gods are above; time must

friend, or end; well, Troilus, well.--I would my Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.

beart were in her body !--No, Hector is not a Cres. Who were those went by ?

better man than Troilus.
Aler. Queen Hecuba, and Helen,

Cres. Excuse me,
Cres. And whither go they?

Pan. He is elder.
Aier. Up to the eastern tower,

Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.
Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Pan. The other's not come lo't; you shall tell
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience

me another tale, when the other's come to'l. HecIs, as a virtue, tix'd, to-day was moved :

tor shall not have his wit this year.
He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer: Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own.
And, like as there were husbandry in war,

Pan. Nor his qualities;-
Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light,

Cres. No matter.
And to the field goes he; where every tiower Pan. Nor his beauty.
Did, as a propiret, weep what it foresaw

C'res. "Twould not become him, his own's better.
In Hector's wrath.

Pan. You have no judgment, niece : Helen herCres. What was his cause of anger?

self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown Alex. The noise goes this : There is among the favour, (for so 'lis, I must confess,) - Not brown Greeks

neither.
A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector ;

Cres. No, but brown.
They call him, Ajax.

Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.
Cres. Good; and what of him?

Cres. To say the truth, true and not true.' Aler. They say he is a very man per se t,

Pan. She praised his complexion above Paris.
And stands alone.

Cres. Whiy Paris hath colour enough.
Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, Pon. So he has.
or have no legs.

Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : if Aler. This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts she praised him above, his complexion is higher • Suits,

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than his; he having colour enough, and the other Pan. That's Æneas; is not that a brave man
higher, is too faming a praise for a good com. He's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you;
plexion. I had as lief, Helen's golden tongue had But mark Troilus ; you shall see anon.
commended Troilus for a cupper nose.

Cres. Who's that?
Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him
better than Paris.

ANTENOR passes over.
Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed.

Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She caine to him tell you; and he's a inan good enough: he's one the other day into a compass'd • window,-and, you

o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. a proper man of person :-- When comes Troilus ! Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon

I'll shew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall bring his particulars therein to a total.

see him nod at me.
Pun. Why, he is very young: and yet will he, Cres. Will he give you the nod ?
within three pound, lift as much as his brother

Pan. You shall see.
Hector.

Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.
Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter +?
Pan. But, to prove that Helen loves him ;-She

JIECTOR passes over.
came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that;
chin,

there's a fellow!-Go thy way, Hector ;-There's Cres. Juno have mercy!-How came it cloven? a brave man, niece.- brave llector!-Look, how

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his he looks! There's a countenance : Is't not a brave
smiling becomes him better than any man in all man?
Phrygia.

Cres. 0, a brave man!
Cres. (, he smiles valiantly,

Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart gond-
Pan. Does he not?

Look you what hacks are on his helmet? Look
Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. you yonder, do you see? Look you there! There's

Pan. Why, go to, then :-But to prove to you that no jesting : there's laying on; take't off who will,
Helen loves Troilus,--

as they say: There be hacks!
Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Cres. Be those with swords!
prove it so
Pon. Troilus? Wlıy he esteems her no more than

Paris passes over.
I esteem an addle egg.

Pan. Swords? Any thing, he cares not: an the Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you devil come to him, it's all one : By god's lid, it love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' the does one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yonshell,

der comes Paris, look ye yonder, niece ; Is't not s Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think bow she gallant man too, is't not!-Why, this is brave now. tickled his chin;- Indeed, she has a marvellous - Who said, he came hurt home to-day! He's not white hand, I must needs confess.

hart : why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Cres. Without the rack.

Ha! 'would I could see Troilus now!-- You shall
Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair see Troilus anon.
on his chin.

Cres. Who's that?
Cres. Alas, poor chin! Many a wart is richer.
Pun. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen He.

Helenus passes over.
cuba laugh'd, that her eyes ran o'er.

Pan. That's Helenus,-1 marvel, where Troilus (res. With mill-stones i.

15:--That's Helenas ;-I think he went not forth to Pan. And Cassandra lanigh'd.

day :-That's Helenus. Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. Helenus ? No ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent Pan. And Hector laugh'd.

well:-I marvel, where Troilus is Hark; do you Cies. At what was all this laughing?

not hear the people cry, Troilus ?-- Helenus is a
Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied priest.
on Troilus' chin.

Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?
(res. An't had been a green hair, I should have
laugh'd tovo

Troilus passes orer.
Pan. They laughi'd not so much at the hair, as at Pan. Where! Yonder? That's Deiphobos: Tis
his pretty answer.

Troilus ! There's a man, niece !-Hem Brave Cirs. What was his answer?

Troilus! the prince of chivalry !
Pon.. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!
your chin, and one of them is uhite.

Pan. Mack him; note bim;-0 brave Troilus !-
Cies. That is her question.

Look well upon him, niece; jook you, how his Pun. That's true; make no question of that. One sword is biodied, and his helnie 'more hack'd a drillu hais, quoth he, and one white: That white than Hector's; and how he looks, and how be hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. J11- goes !--0) admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and prer! quoth he', which of these huirs is Puris, my i wenty. Go ihy way, Troulus, go thy way: had! husband? The forked one. quoch he, pluck it out, it sister were a grace, or a daughter á goddess, he an give it him. But, there was such laughing should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? anni Heien so blush'd, and Paris so chased, and all - Paris is dire to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to the rest so lang 'd, that it passed $.

change, would give an eye to boot. Crus. So let it now; for it has been a great while

Forces gass over the Stage. going by

Pun. Well, cousin, i told you a thing yesterday; Cres. Here come more. thirik on't.

Pan Asses, fools, dolls! Chaff and bran, chaff Cips. So I do.

and bran! Porridge after meat! I could live and Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, die i' the eyes of iroitus. Ne'er look, ne'er Jouk: an 'were a man born in April.

the engles are gone ; crows and daw's, crows and cies. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'were a daws! I had rather be such a man as Troijus, than nettie agens! May.

(A Retreat sounded. Agamennon and all Greece. Pun. Hark, they are coming from the field: (res. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; & Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass better man than Troilus. toward Ilium! Good nece, do; sweet niece, Cres. l'un. Achilles ? A drayman, a porter, a very sida.

camel. ('res. At your pleasure.

(res. Well, well. Pan. Heie, Here, here's an excellent place; here Pan. Well, well?-Why, have you any diserewe may sre most bravely: I'll tell you them all tion? Have you any eyes? Do you know what a by their names, as they pass by ; but mark Troilus man is? Is not buth, beauty, good shape, disabure the rest.

course, manhood, learning, gentleness, Æsgas passes over the Stage.

youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt

ibat season a man ? Cres. Speak not so loud.

Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be based • Bow. + Thief. 1 A proverbial saying.

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Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Pan. You are such a woman ! One knows not at Lies the true proof of men: the sea being sinooth,
what ward + you lie.

How inany shallow bauble boats dare sail
Cres. Upon nay back, to defend my belly ; upon Upon her patient breast, making their way
my wit to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to With those of nobler bulk 8
defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my But let the ruflian Boreas once enrage
beauty; and you, to defend all these : and at all The gentle Thetis , and, anon, behold
these wards Ilie, at a thousand watches.

The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains
Pan. Say one of your watches?

cut,
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's Bounding between the two moist elements
one of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat,
what I would not have hit, I can watch you for Whose weak intimber'd sides but even now
telling how I took the blow; unless it swell past Co-rivallid greatness ? Either to harbour fled,
hiding, and then it is past watching.

Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
Par. You are such another !

Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide

In storms of fortune: for, in her ray and brightEnter Troilus' Boy.

ness, Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with The herd bath more annoyance by the brize +, you.

Than by the tiger: but when the splitting wind
Pan. Where?

Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
Boy. At your own house ; there he unarms him. And Mies ned under shade, why, then, the thing
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come : (Evit Boy.] I

of courage
doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece. As ronsed with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
Cres. Adieu, uncle.

And with an accent turn'd in self-same key, Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.

Returns to chiding fortune.
('res. To bring, uncle,--

Ulyss. Agamemnon,-
Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
Cres. By the same wken-you are a bawd.- Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,

[Erit Pandarus. In whom the tempers and the minds of all Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks. He offers in another's enterprize:

Besides the applause and approbation
But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

The which,-eust mighty for thy place and sway,-
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be;

(To Agamemnon. Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooiny: And thou most reverend for the stretch'd-out lite, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing :

170 Nestor. That she beloved knows naught, that knows not | I give to both your speeches,—which were such, this,

As Agamemnon and ihe hand of Greece
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : Should hold up high in brass; and such again,
That she was never yet, that ever knew

As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,
Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue :

Shonld with a bond of air (strong as the axletree
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,-

On which heaven rides), knit all the Greekish ears Achievement is command ; ungain'd, beseech : To his experienced tongue,--yet let it please both,Then though my heart's content firm love doth Thou great, -and wise,-to hear Ulysses speak. bear,

Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca ; and bel of less Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (Erit.

expect,

That matter needless, of importless burden, SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp.-Before Aca. Divide thy lips; than we are confident, MEMNON'S Tent.

When rank Thersites opes his mastili jaws,

We shall hear music, wit, and oracie.
Trumpets.-Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES,

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
MENELACS, and others.

And the great icctor's sword had lack'd a master,
Agam. Princes,

But for these instances.
What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? The specialty of ruleo hath been neglected :
The ample proposition, that hope makes

And, Took, how many Greciau tents do stand
In all designs began on earth below,

Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
Pails in the promised largeness : checks and disas. When that the general is not like the hive,

To whom the foragers shall all repair,
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded ,
As knots, by the conflux of ineeting sap,

Tue unworthiest sheus as fairly in the mask.
Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this Tortive and errant | from his course of growth.

center,
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

Observe degree, priority, and place,
That we come short of our suppose so far,

Insisture 1, course, proportion, season, form, That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls Office, and custom, in all line of order: stand ;

And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,
Sith every action that hath gone before,

In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
Whereof we have record, trial did draw

Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye
Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,

Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And that umbodied figure of the thought

And posts, like the commandment of a king,
That gave it surmised shape. Why then, you Sans ** check, to good and bad : but, when the
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planets, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;

In evil mixtuie, to disorder wander, And think them shames, which are, indeed, naught What plagues, and what portents ? What mutiny else

What raging of the sea? Shaking of earth? But the protractive trials of great Jove,

Commotion in the winds? Prights, changes, horrors,
To find persistive constancy in men?

Divert and crack, rend and deracinate it
The timeness of which metal is not found

The unity and married calm of states
In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, Quite from their fixture? 0, when degree is shaked,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,

Which is the ladder of all high designs,
The hard and soft, seem all affined || and kin: The enterprize is sick! How could communities,
But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Peaceful commerce from dividable gj shores,
Puffing at all, winnows the lighi away;

The primogenitive and due of birth,
And what hath mass, or matter, by itself

Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,
Lies, rich in virtue, and unminzled.
Nést. With due observance of thy godlike seat!, • The daughter of Neptune.

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But by degree, stand in authentic place?

To match us in comparisons with dirt;
Take but degree away, untune that string,

To weaken and discredit our exposure,
And, hark, what discord follows! Euch thing meets How rank soever rounded in with danger.
In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters

Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice;
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, Count wisdom as no member of the war;
And make a sop of all this solid globe :

Forestall prescience, and esteem po act
Sirengtu should be lord of imbecility,

But that of hand : the still and inental parts,
And the rude son should strike his father dead : That do contrive how many hands shall strike,
Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, When fitness calls them un; and know, by measure
(Between whose endless jar justice resides), Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, -
Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:
Then every thing includes itself in power,

They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet war:
Power into will, will into appetite;

So that the ram, that baliers down the wall, And appetite, an universal wolt,

Por the great swing and rudeness of his poise, So doubly seconded with will and power,

They place before his hand that made the engine;
Must make perforce an universal prey,

Or those, that with the fineness of their souls
And, last, eat lip himself. Great Ajamemnon. By reason guide his execution.
This chaos, when degree is suffocate,

Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse
Follows the choking.

Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpet suunds.
And this neglection of degree it is,

Agam. What trumpet ? Look, Menelaus.
That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose
It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd

Enter ÆNEAS.
By lim one step below; he, by the next;

Men. From Troy.
That next, by him beneath : so every step,

Agam. What would you 'fore our tent?
Exampled by the first pace that is sick

ne. Is this
Of his superior, grows to an envious lever

Greal Agamemnon's tent, I pray?
Or pale and bloodiess emulation :

Agan. Even this.
And us this lever that keeps Troy on funt,

Æne. May one, that is a herald, and a prince,
Not her own sinews. To end a tale of lengih, Do a fair message to liis kingly ears?
Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. Agam. Withi surety stronger than Achilles' arm

Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice
The tever whereot all our power + is sick.

Call Agamemnon head and general.
Agum. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, Æne. l'air leave, and large security. How may
What is the remedy?

A stranger to those most iniperial looks
Ulyss. The great Achilles,-whom opinion crowns Know them from eyes of other mortals!
The sinew and the forehand of our host,-

Agam. How
Having his ear iull of his airy fame,

Åne. Ay;
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent

I ask, lhat I might waken reverence,
Lies mocking our designs : with him, Patroclus, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Upon a lazy bed, the livelong day

Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
Bieaks scurril Jests;

The youthful Phebus.
And with ridiculous and awkward action

which is that god in office, guiding men?
(Whichi, slanderer, he imitation calls,)

Which is the high and mighly Agamemnon?
He pageants.us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy
Thy topless deputation he puts on;

Are ceremonious courtiers.
And, like a strulling player whose conceit

#ne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich As bending angels ; that's their fame in peace: To hear the wooden dialogue and sound

But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, 'Twist his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldagel-Guod arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's Such to-be-piled and v'er-wrested seeming

accord,
He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas,
'Tis like a chime a mending; with lernis un Peace, Trojan ; lay thy finger on thy lips !
squared ,

The worthiness of praise disdains his worth
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon droppd, li that the praised lumself bring the praise forth:
Would seem hyperboles. At this tusty suuti, But what the repining enemy commends,
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed boiling, That breath fame follows; ihat praise, sole pure,
From his deep chiest laughs out a loud applause;

transcends.
Cries- Excellent!-'lis Agamemnon just.-

Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas?
Nou play me Nestor ;-Hem, and struke thy beard, Àne. Ay, Greek, that is my nanie.
As hp, being 'drest to some oration.

Agam. What's your atlair, I pray you?
That's done ;-as near as the extremest ends

ane. Sir, pardon ; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Oi parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wite:

Agam. He hears nauglit privately, that comes Yet good Achille's still cries, Excellent !

from Troy.
'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him:
Arming to answer in a night alurm.

I bring a trumpet to awake his ear;
And then, torsooth, the tant defects of age

To set his sense on the attentive bent,
Must be the scene of mirth; to cough and spit, And then to speak.
And with a palsy tumbling on his gorget,

Agun. Speak frankly as the wind;
Shake in and out the rivet:-And at this sport, It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:
Sir Vabour dies; cries, 0!---enough, Patricius; That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake,
Or give me ribs of' steil. I shall split ull

He tells thee so himselt.
In pleasure of my splten. And in this fashion, Æne. Trumpet, blow loud,
All var abilives, grils, natures, shapes,

Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;-
Severals and generals of grace exact,

And every Greek of metile, let him know,
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,

What Tioy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud.
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves

We have, great Agamemnon, here in Tiny
As sluit for these two to make paradoxes.

A prince call'd Hector, (Priam is his father,)
Mat. And in the imitation of these twain

Who in this dull and long.continued truce
(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns

Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet,
With an imperial voice,) many are intect.

And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords!
Ajax is grown oil-will'd; and bears his head If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece,
In such a rein, in full as proud a place

That holds his honour higher than his ease;
As lroad Acbriles: keeps his tent like him; That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril;
Mahes lactions feasts, rails on our state of war, That knows his valour, and knows not his tear;
Bild as all oracic and sets Thersites

That loves his mistress more than in confession, (A siave, whose gall soins slanders like a mint,) (With truant rows to her own lips he loves,)

And dare avow her beauty and her worth, • Absolute.

+ Army, force. In other arms than hers,-to him this challenge. #lo modern language, lakes us ofi.

Hector, in view of Trojans and of Creeks,
Supreme, The galleries of the theatre. Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,
Beyond the truth.

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