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What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. fasting and waking.

37 Tro. By whom, Æneas?

Cres. Who comes here?

Troilus, by Menelaus.
Tro. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar to scorn;

Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Æne. Hark, what good sport is out of town Cres. Hector's a gallant man.

II8 Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Tro. Better at home, if 'would I might' were Pan. What's that? what's that?

Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
But to the sport abroad: are you bound thither? Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid. What
Æne. In all swift haste.

do you talk of? Good morrow, Alexander. Tro. Come, go we then together. How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium? [Exeunt. Cres. This morning, uncle.


Pan. What were you talking of when I SCENE II.-The Same. A Street.

came? Was Hector armed and gone ere ye Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.

came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she? Cres. Who were those went by?

Cres. Hector was gone, but Helen was not up. Alex.

Queen Hecuba and Helen. Pan. E'en so: Hector was stirring early. 52 Cres. And whither go they?

Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Alex.

Up to the eastern tower, Pan. Was be angry? Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Cres. So he says here. To see the battle. Hector, whose patience

Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too: Is as a virtue d, to-day was moy'd:

he'll lay about bim to-day, I can tell them that: He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer; and there's Troilus will not come far behind And, like as there were husbandry in war, him; let them take heed of Troilus, I can tell Before the sun rose he was harness'd light, 8 them that too.

60 And to the field goes he; where every flower Cres. Wbat! is he angry too? Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw

Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better In Hector's wrath.

man of the two. Cres.

What was his cause of anger? Cres. O Jupiter! there's no comparison. 64 Alex. The noise goes, this: there is among Pan. Whatl not between Troilus and Hector? the Greeks

12 Do you know a man if you see him? A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; Cres. Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew They call him Ajax.


Good; and what of him? Pan. Well, I say Troilus is Troilus.
Alex. They say he is a very man per se

Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure And stands alone.

16 he is not Hector. Cres. So do al men, unless they are drunk, Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus in some sick, or have no legs.


73 Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself, beasts of their particular additions: he is as Pan. Himself! Alas, poor Troilus, I would valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as he were.

76 the elephant: a man into whom nature hath so Cres. So he is. crowded humours that his valour is crushed into Pan. Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India. folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is Cres. He is not Hector. no man bath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse Pan. Himself! no, he's not bimself. Would of, nor any man an attaint but he carries some a' were himself: well, the gods are above; stain of it. Heis melancholy without cause, and time must friend or end: well, Troilus, well, I merry against the hair; he hath the joints of would my heart were in her body. No, Hector every thing, but every thing so out of joint that is not a better man than Troilus.

84 he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; Cres. Excuse me. or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight.

Pan. He is elder. Cres. But how should this man, that makes Cres. Pardon me, pardon me. me smile, make Hector angry?

Pan. Th’ other 's not come to’t; you shall tell Aiex. They say he yesterday coped Hector in me another tale when the other's come to't. the battle and struck him down; the disdain Hector shall not have his wit this year.






Cres. He shall not need it if he have his own. how she tickled his chin: indeed, she has a Pan. Nor his qualities.

92 marvell’s white hand, I must needs confess,Cres. No matter.

Cres. Without the rack.

150 Pan. Nor his beauty.

Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white Cres. 'Twould not become him; his own's hair on his chin. better.

96 Cres. Alas! poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen Pan, But there was such laughing: Queen herself swore th' other day, that Troilus, for a Hecuba laughed that her eyes ran o'er. brown favour,-for so 'tis I must confess,-not Cres. With millstones.

156 brown neither,

Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Cres. No, but brown.

Cres. But there was more temperate fire under Pan. Faith, to say truth, brown and not the pot of her eyes: did her eyes run o'er too? brown.

Pan. And Hector laughed. Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. 104 Cres. At what was all this laughing? Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris. Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough. spied on Trcilus' chin. Pan. So he has.

Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should Cres. Then Troilus should have too much: if have laughed too.

165 she praised him above, his complexion is higher Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair than his: he having colour enough, and the as at his pretty answer. other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good Cres. What was his answer? complexion. I had as lief Helen's golden tongue Pan. Quoth she, 'Here's but one-and-fifty had commended Troilus for a copper nose. 113 hairs on your chin, and one of them is white.'

Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him Cres. This is her question. better than Paris.

Pan. That's true; make no question of that. Cres. Then she's a merry Greek indeed. 116 'One-and-fifty hairs,' quoth he, and one white:

Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to that white hair is my father, and all the rest are him th' other day into the compassed window, his sons.' 'Jupiterl' quoth she, 'which of these and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs is Paris, my husband?' The forked one,' hairs on his chin,

120 quoth he; 'pluck 't out, and give it him.' But Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon there was such laughing, and Helen so blushed, bring his particulars therein to a total.

and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, Pan. Why, he is very young; and yet will he, that it passed. within three pound, lift as much as his brother Cres. So let it now, for it has been a great Hector.

125 while going by. Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterlifter?

day; think on't.

184 Pan. But to prove to you that Helen loves Cres. So I do. him: she came and puts me her white hand to Pan. I'll be sworn 'tis true: he will weep you, his cloven chin,


an 'twere a man born in April. Cros. Juno have mercy! how came it cloven? Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled. I think 'twere a nettle against May. [A retreat sounded. his smiling becomes him better than any man Pan. Hark! they are coming from the field. in all Phrygia.

Shall we stand up here and see them as they pass Cres. O! he smiles valiantly.

toward Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece, Cressida. Pan. Does he not?

136 Cres. At your pleasure. Cres. O! yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. Pan. Here, here; here's an excellent place:

Pan. Why, go to, then. But to prove to you here we may see most bravely. I'll tell you them that Helen loves Troilus,

all by their names as they pass by, but mark Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if Troilus above the rest.

197 you'll prove it so.

141 Cres. Speak not so loud. 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

ÆNEAS passes over the stage. love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' the Pan. That's Æneas: is not that a brave shell.

140 man? he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think you: but mark Troilus; you shall see anon. 201






ANTENOR passes over.

sword is bloodied, and his helmet more hacked Cres. Who's that?

than Hector's; and how he looks, and tow he Pan. That's Antenor: he has a shrewd wit, goes! O admirable youthl he ne'er saw threeI can tell you; and he's a man good enough: and-twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way! he's one o' the soundest judgments in Troy, Had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a whosoever, and a proper man of person. When goddess, he should take his choice. O admirable comes Troilus? I'll show you Troilus anon: man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him; and, I if he see me, you shall see him nod at me. 208 warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to Cres. Will be give you the nod?

boot. Pan. You shall see.

Cres. Here come more.

259 Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.

Soldiers pass over.
HECTOR passes over.

Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; and branl porridge after meat! I could live there's a fellow! Go thy way, Hector! There's and die i' the eyes of Troilus. Neer look, ne'er a brave man, niece. O brave Hector! Look look; the eagles are gone: crows and daws, how he looks! there's a countenance! Is 't not crows and daws! I had rather be such a man as a brave man?

216 Troilus than Agamemnon and all Greece. 265 Cres. O! a brave man.

Cres. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a Pan. Is a' not? It does a man's heart good. better man than Troilus.. Look you what hacks are on his helmetl look Pan. Achilles! a drayman, a porter, a very you yonder, do you see? look you there: there's camel.

269 no jesting; there's laying on, take't off who Cres. Well, well. will, as they say: there be hacks!

Pan. “Well, well!' Why, have you any disCres. Be those with swords?

cretion? have you any eyes? Do you know Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not; an what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good the devil come to him, it's all one: by God's lid, shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, it does one's heart good. Yonder comes Paris, virtue, youth, liberality, and so forth, the spice yonder comes Paris. 227 and salt that season a man?

276 Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be PARIS CTOSscs over.

baked with no date in the pie, for then the Look ye yonder, niece: is 't not a gallant man man's date's out. too, is 't not? Why, this is brave now. Who Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not said he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: at what ward you lie. why, this will do Helen's heart good now, hal Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; Would I could see Troilus now! You shall see upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my Troilus anon.

233 secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to Cres. Who's that?

defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these:

and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand HELENUS passes over.

watches. Pan. That's Helenus. Imarvel where Troilus Pan. Say one of your watches. is. That's Helenus. I think he went not forth Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's to-day. That's Helenus.

237 one of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle?

ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you Pan. Helenus ? no, yes, he'll fight indifferent for telling how I took the blow; unless it swell well. I marvel where Troilus is. Harkl do you past hiding, and then it's past watching. not hear the people cry, 'Troilus?' Helenus is Pan. You are such another! a priest.

242 Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?

Enter TROILUS' Eoy.

Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with TROILUS passes over.

you. Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus. Pan. Where? *Tis Troilus! there's a man, niecel Hem! Brave Boy. At your own bouse; there he unarms him. Troilus! the prince of chivalry!

246 Pan. Good boy, tell him I come. (Exit Boy.! Cres. Peacel for shame, peace!

I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece. Pan. Mark him; note him: O brave Troilus! Cres. Adieu, uncle. look well upon him, niece: look you how his Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.






Cres. To bring, uncle?

But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

304 Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Cres. By the same token, you are a bawd. Puffing at all, winnows the lighi away; 28

[Exit PANDARUS. And what hath mass or matter, by itself Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice Lies rich in virtue and unmingled. He oífers in another's enterprise;

Nest. With due observance of thy god-like But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see 308 seat, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be. Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the Lies the true proof of men: the sea being doing:

smooth, That she belov'd knows nought that knows not How many shallow bauble boats dare sail this:

312 Upon her patient breast, making their way 36 Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is: With those of nobler bulk! That she was never yet, that ever knew

But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage Love got so sweet as when desire did sue. The gentle Thetis, and anon behold Therefore this maxim out of love I teach: 316 The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mounAchievement is command; ungain'd, beseech:

tains cut,

40 Then though my heart's content firm love doth Bounding between the two moist elements, bear,

Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

boat (Exeunt. Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now

Co-rivall’d greatness? either to harbour fled, 44 SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. Before

Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so

Doth valour's show and valour's worth divide

In storms of fortune; for in her ray and Sennet. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES, brightness MENELAUS, and Others.

The herd hath more annoyance by the breese 48 Agam. Princes,

Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind What grief hath set the jaundiceon yourcheeks? Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, The ample proposition that hope makes And flies fled under shade, why then the thing In all designs begun on earth below

of courage, Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, disasters

And with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; Retorts to chiding fortune. As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,


Agamemnon, Infect the sound pine and divert his grain 8 Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Tortive and errant from his course of growth. Greece, Nor, princes, is it matter new to us

Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, 56 That we come short of our suppose so far In whom the tempers and the minds of all That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks. stand;

12 Besides the applause and approbation Sith every action that hath gone before, The which, [TO AGAMEMNON.] most mighty Whereof we have record, trial did draw

for thy place and sway, Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, [TO NESTOR.) And thou most reverend for thy And that unbodied figure of the thought

stretch'd-out life, That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you I give to both your speeches, which were such princes,

As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works, Should hold up high in brass; and such again 64 And call them shames? which are indeed As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, nought else

Should with a bond of air, strong as the axleBut the protractive trials of great Jove,

tree To find persistive constancy in men:

On which heaven rides, knit all the Greekish The fineness of which metal is not found In Fortune's love; for then, the bold and coward, To his experienc'd tongue, yet let it please The wise and fool, the artist and unread, 24 both,






63 The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: Thou great, and wise, to hear Ulysses speak.


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Agam. Speak, Prince of Ithaca; and be't of Between whose endless jar justice residesless expect

Should lose their names, and so should justice That matter needless, of importless burden,

Divide thy lips, than we are confident, 72 Then every thing includes itself in power,
When rank Thersites opes his mastick jaws, Power into will, will into appetite;
We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.

And appetite, a universal wolf,
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been So doubly seconded with will and power,

Must make perforce a universal prey, And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, master,

76 This chaos, when degree is suffocate, 125 But for these instances.

Follows the choking. The specialty of rule hath been neglected: And this neglection of degree it is And look, how many Grecian tents do stand That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow fac- It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd 129 tions.

80 By him one step below, he by the next, When that the general is not like the hive That next by him beneath; so every step, To whom the foragers shall all repair,

Exampled by the first pace that is sick 132 What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, of his superior, grows to an envious fever The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. 84 Of pale and bloodless emulation: The heavens themselves, the planets, and this And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, ventre

Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Observe degree, priority, and place,

Troy in our weakness lives, not in her strength. Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Nest. Most wisely bath Ulysses here disOffice, and custom, in all line of order:

cover'd And therefore is the glorious planet Sol The fever whereof all our power is sick. In noble eminence enthron'd end spher'd

Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye


140 Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, 92 What is the remedy? And posts, like the commandment of a king, Ulyss. The great Achilles, whom opinion Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets

The sinew and the forehand of our host, In evil mixture to disorder wander,

Having his ear full of his airy fame,

144 What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, y7 Lies mocking our designs. With him Patroclus Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, Upon a lazy bed the livelong day horrors, Breaks scurril jests,

148 Divert and crack, rend and deracinate

And with ridiculous and awkward actionThe unity and married calm of states 100 Which, slanderer, he imitation callsQuite from their fixurel 0! when degree is He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, shak'd,

Thy topless deputation he puts on Which is the ladder to all high designs, And, like a strutting player, whose conceit The enterprise is sick. How could communities, Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich Degrees in schools, and brotherboods in cities, To hear the wooden dialogue and sound Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, 105 'Twixt his stretch'd scoting and the scaffoldThe primogenitive and due of birth,


156 Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming But by degree, stand in authentic place? 108 He acts thy greatness in:-and when he speaks, Take but degree away, untune that string, 'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unAnd, hark! what discord follows; each thing squar'd, meets

Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters

dropp'd, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff And make a sop of all this solid globe: 113 The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, Strength should be lord of imbecility,

From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; And the rude son should strike his father dead: Cries, 'Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just. 164 Force should be right; or rather, right and Now playme Nestor; hem, and stroke thy beard, wrong

116 As he being drest to some oration.'




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