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| Thersites, a deformed and scurrillous virgin. Hector,

Alexander, serrant to Cressida. Troilus,

Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Serrant to Shis sons.

cons. Paris,

Helenus, 1,

Helen, wife to Menelaus.

& Trojan commanders. Antenor,

Andromache, wife lo Hector.
Calchas, a Trujan priest, taking part with the Cassandra, daughter to Priam; a propheless,

Cressida, daughter to Calchas.
Pandarus, uncle lo Cressida.
Margarelon, a baslard son of Priam.

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Allendanls.
Agamemnon, the Grecian general.
Menelaus, his brother.

Scene, Troy, and the Grecian camp before il. Ajax, Ulysses, Grecian commanders. Nestor, Diomedes, Patroclus,

That I



ACT I. IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of ISCENE I.-Troy. Before Priam's palace. Es Greece

ter Troilus armed, and Pandarus.
The princes orgulous,' their high blood chald,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships,

Fraught with the ministers and instruments
Of cruel war: Sixty and nine, that wore

CALL here my varlet, I'll unarm again: Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Why should I war without the walls of Troy, Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is made,

cruel battle here with To ransack Troy; within whose strong immures Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

Let him to field; Troilus, alas ! hath none. With wanto.) Paris sleeps; And that's the quarrel. Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? To Tenedos they come;

Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge

strength, Their warlike fraughtage ;? Now on Dardan plains Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; The fresh and vet unbruised Greeks do pitch But I am weaker than a woman's lear, Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city, Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance ; Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan, Less valiant than the virgin in the night, And Antenorides, with massy staples,

And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy. And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,

Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for Sperry up the sons of Troy.....

my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,

that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarty On one and other side, Trojan and Greek, the grinding. Sets all on hazard :-Ánd hither am I come

Tro. Have I not tarried ? A prologue arm'd,-but not in confidence

Pan. Ay, the grinding ; but you must tarry the of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited bolting." In like conditions as our argument,

Tro. Have I not tarried ? To tell you, fair beholders, that our play

Pan. Ay, the bolting ; but you must tarry the Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils, leavening.” 'Ginning in the middle ; starting thence away Tro. Still have I tarried. To what may be digested in a plav.

Pan. Ay, to the leavening : but here's yet in the Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ; word-hereafter, the kneading, the making of the Now, good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay

(1) Proud, disdainful. (2) Freight (3) Shut (5) A scrvant to a knight. (6) Habit. (4) Avaunly whet went before.

(7) Weaker

you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair, io burn your lips.

When with your blood you daily paint her thus. Tro. Patience hersell, what goddess ere she be, I cannot fight upon this argument; Doih lesser blench' at sufferance than I do. It is too stary'd a subject for my sword. At Priam's roval iable do I sit ;

But Pandarus-0 gods, how do you plague me! And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar ; So, traitor! - when she comes When is she And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo, thence ?

As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit, Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than Tell-me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, ever I saw her look, or any woman else.

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

Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. But sorrow, that is couch'd in scerning gladness,

Alarum. Enter Æneas. Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.

Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Æne. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more compari

afield ? son between the women,-But, for my part, she is Tro. Because not there; This woman's answer my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise

sorts, her,-But I would somebody had heard her talk For womanish it is to be from thence. yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? sister Cassandra's wit; but

Ene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. Tro. O Pandarus ! I tell thee, Pandarus

Tro. By whom, Æneas? When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, Ene.

Troilus, by Menelaus. Reply no! in how many fathoms deep

Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'Tis but a scar to scorn; They lie indrench'd. 'I tell thee, I am mad Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. (Alarum. In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair; Ene. Hark! what good sport is out of town toPour'st in the open ulcer of my heart

day! Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were Handlest in thy discourse, o, that her hand,

may. In whose comparison all whites are ink,

But, to the sport abroad';—Are ye bound thither ? Writing their own reproach; to whose sost seizure Éne. In all swist haste. The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Tro. Come, go we then together. (Exe. Hard as the palm of ploughmen! This thou tell'st

SCENE II.-The same. A street. Enter Cresme, As true thou tell'st me, when I say I love her;

sida and Alexander. But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,

Cres. Who were those went by ? Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me. Alex.

Queen Hecuba, and Helen, The knife that made it.

Cres. And whither go they ? Pan. I speak no more than truth.


Up to the eastern tower, Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

Whose height commands as subject all the vale, Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be To see the battle. Hector, whose patience as she is: if she be fair, 'tis better for her; an she Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd : be not, she has the mends in her own hands. He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer ;

Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus? And, like as there were husbandry in war,

Pan. I have had my labour for my travail ; ill. Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, thought on of her, and ill-thought on of vou: gone. And to the field goes he ; where every flower between and between, but small thanks for my la- Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw

In Hector's wrath. Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with

What was his cause of anger?

Alex. The noise goes, this : There is among the Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, she's Greeks not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me, A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sun-They call him, Ajax. dar. But what care 1? I care not, an she were a Cres.

Good ; And what of him? black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.

Alex. They say he is a very man per se, Tro. Say 1, she is not fair ?

And stands alone. Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, sick, a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the or have no legs. Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see Aler. This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts ber: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in of their particular additions ;' he is as valiant as

the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: Tro. Pandarus,

a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, Pe. Not I.

that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced Tro. Sweet Pandarus,

with discretion : there is no man hath a virtue that Pam. Prav vou, speak no more to me; I will he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, leave all as I found it, and there an end.

but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy (Eril Pandarus. An Alarum. without cause, and C.erry against the hair :' He Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours ! peace, hath the joints oi every thing : but every thing so rude sounds!

(4) Bv himself (5) Characters. (1) Shrinks (3) Splits (8) Suits.

(6) Mingled. 17) Grain.


the matter.

out of joint, that he is a gooty Briarcas manyl Crus. No, bet beor.. hands and no use; es parblind Arges, all eyes and; Pan Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown.

1 Cra. To say the truth, true and not true. Cres. Bat how should this man, that makes me Pan Ste pris his complexion above Paris. smile, make Hector angry?

i Cres. Why, Paris, hath colour enough Aléz. They say, be yesterday coped Hector in Pas. So he has tze battle, and strack him down: the disdain and Crus. Ther, Trolus sboald hare too much; ir shame whereo hath ever since kept Hector fasting soe praised him above, his complexion is higher and waking.

than his; be having colour enougth, and the other Enter Pandarus.

higher, is too faming a praise for a good comples Cru. Who comes here?

in. I had as lief, Helca's golden toogue had comAler. Mader, your uncle Pandarus.

mended Trois for a copper nose. Cres. Hector's a gallant man.

Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him Aler. As may be in the world, lady.

better than Paris. Pan. What's that? what's that?

Cres. Then she's a merry Grees, indeed. Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him Pan. Good morrow, Cousin Cressid: What do the other day into a compassed' window,-and, you you talk ofl-Good morrow, Alexander.-How do know, be has not past three or four hairs on his chin. you, cousin ? When were you at llium ?

i Cres. Indeed, tapster's arithmetic may soon Cres. This morning, uncle.

bring his particulars therein to a total Pan. What were you talking of, when I came?! Pan. Why, be is very young; and yet will he, Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to llium ? within three pound, it as much as his brother Helen was not up, was she ?

Hector. Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up 1 Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a liner ?* Pan. E'en 50; Hector was stirring early. | Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him ; Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. she came, and puts me ber white hand to his Pan. Was he angry?

cloren chin, Cres. So he says here.

Cres. Juno have mercy!-How came it cloven ? Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too;! Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think, his he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: smiling becomes him better than any man in all and there is Troilus will not come far behind him; Phrygia. let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that Cres. O, he smiles valiandy.

| Pan. Does he not? Cres. What, is he angry too?

Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. Pen. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man Pan. Why, go to then :-But to prove to you of the two.

that Helen loves Troilus, — Cres. 0, Jupiter ! there's no comparison. Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'II

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector ? prove it so. Do you know a man if you see him?

Pan. Troilus? why, he esteemis her no more Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew than I esteem an addle egz. him.

Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.

lovean idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell. Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure, he Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think bow is not Hector."

she tickled his chin ;-Indeed, she has a marvelPan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some lous white hand, I must needs confess. degrees.

| Cres. Without the rack. Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair

Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would be on his chin. were,

Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Cres. So he is.

| Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen Pan.—'Condition, I had gone barefoot to India. Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Cres. He is not Hector.

Cres. With mill-stones. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself. 'Would Pan. And Cassandra laughed. 'I were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, -I would the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too? my heart were in her body! -No, Hector is not a Pan. And Hector laughed. better man than Troilus.

Cres. At what was all this laughing? Cres. Excuse me.

Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied Pan. He is elder.

on Troilus' chin. Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.

| Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have Pan. The other's not come tot; you shall tell laughed too. me another tale, when the other's come to't. Hec- Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as tor shall not have his wit this year.

at his pretty answer. Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. Cres. What was his answer ? Pan. Nor his qualities;

Pan, Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs Cres. No matter.

on your chin, and one of them is white. Pan. Nor his beauty.

Cres. This is her question. Cres. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. Pan. That's true; make no question of that.

Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen her- One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one while : sell swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown That white hair is my father, and all the rest are favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,) —Not brown his sons. Jupiter ! quoth she, which of these hairs neither.

is Paris my husband? The forked one, quota

he; pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was (1) Bom. (2) Thief. (3) A proverbial saying. such laughing ! and Helen so blushed,' and Paris

Acid, ud aseros solanshed, that it passed not hes the people ary, Trails :-Helens is.

Cres Sole i DDF; fx i nas been a great w it priest going by

Cres. What speaking ilow comes yonica: Ps. Wel, cousin I mii you a sing resterday

Trodus passes mer. Cra. So I as

Per Whereyonder that's Denbobos: TS Par n be sw Ste; he wil wees FOL Trevos: there's a man sic-Hembrare Tree Cre And 12 spring up in his teers, 2 vert Cres Peace, for shame. peace! seride against Mar.

(3 Rerent sronder

Per Martin; Dote bas,-Ohrere Trelas

P Pe Hart thes we coming from the fede: Jook 200 a marce; loat roubos tus swand Sthal we stand up bener 2016 see them as met pass is based cod mis ta sare back Here Lovardbom good mac, do ; Sweet matice Credz tor's: A bes be locks and box me cos_0

durable roc he deler saw three and twenty. P Here, here, here's a scellent place; bere Go to run, TraLas rothy var; bad I a sisia Deur bemes, 28 les poss ; but mark Tron us to be mas case. Osmirabie a Pens Faris zbore the rest

is cirs to em: and I warna, Helen, to change

wocid give were a boot. Cras. Spesi sot so loud

Fortes y us$ ore the stage. Pa Tai's Loess: Is not that a bare man! Cres. Here come more. be's one of the foress of Troy, I can tel roo; Bet Par. Asses fouls, dois! chat and bran, chef mark Trodas; Toe stal see soom

and bran! pornire after meat! I could live and Cres Woo's that?

* de ilhe eyes of Trans Neer look, beler look; be eastes are gone ; crous and dams crons and

dams! I had rather be such a man as Trailusthaa Pe That's Antenor; be bes a skred wit, 1. Agamemnon and all Greece. en el ros; sed be's su good enough: be's, Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; . one obe soundest jodeets Troy, whosoever, betiet man than Troia and a proper man or person :- When comes Troi Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a parter, a very camel. Hos 1-10 show you Trailes anom; if he see me, Cres Web well. yos skal see him mod at me

Pen. Well, well-IPhy, have you any disma Cru. W he give you the bodo

tion ? bave you any eyes. Do you know what a Par. You shall see.

man is! Is moi bürth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Cru. Ir be do, the rich shall have more. marhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, libe

rality, and such Lee, the spice and salt that season Hector passes over. Pa That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked There's a fellou-Go thr war, Hector - here's with no date in the päe, - fer than the man's date a brave man, niece,- brave Hector!-Look, how is out. he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a brare Pana You are such a woman! one knows not a man ?

what ward you lie Cres. 0, a brave man!

1 Cres. L'pon my back, to defend my belly; upon Par Is ' not? It does a man's heart good my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to Look you sbat hacks are on his belmet: look you 'defend mine honestr; my mask, to defend any yonder, do you see? look you there! There's no beauty; and rou to defend all these: and at all jesting: there's laring on, taket off who will, as these wards I lie, at a thousand watches. they say: there be haces!

Pan. Say one of your watches. Cres. Be those with swords?

Cres. Nav, lil watch you for that; and that's Paris passes orer.

one of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward

I what I would not have hit, I can watch you for Pon. Swords ? any thing, he cares not : an the telling how I took the blow, unless it swell past deril come to himn, it's all ove: By god's bid it does hiding, and then it is past watching. ene's heart good:-Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece; Ist not a gal

Enter Troilas' Beg. lant man too, is't not?- hy, this is brare now. Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not: Bor. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you hurt: why this wil do Helen's heart good now.

bei Pan. Where?

Pan. Where Ha! 'would I could see Troilus DOW!you shall Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him. see Troilus anon

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: (Erit Boy.) I Cres. Wbo's that?

doubt, he be hurt.

hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece. Helenas passes orer.

Cres. Adieu, uncle.

Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. Pan. That's Helenus ;-I marrel, where Troilus Cres. To bring, uncle, is:-That's Helenus :- I think he went not forth to Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. day:-That's Helenus.

Cres. By the same token-you are a bawdCres. Can Helenus fight, unele?

(Ert Pandarus, Pan. Helenus ? no ;- res, he'll fight indifferent Words, rows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, well :-I marrel, where Troilus is!-Hark; do you He offers in another's enterprise:

(1) Went beyond bounds, (2) As if 'twere. (5) Dates were an ingredient in ancient pustry (3) A term in the game at cards called Noddy. of almost every kind. (4) Helmet

1 (6) Guard TOL. II.

But more in Troilus thousand sold I see And, flies fled under shade, Why, then, the thing Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ;

of courage, Yet hold I cit. Women are angels, wooing: As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing : And with an accent tun'd in sell-same key, That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not Returns to chiding fortune. - this,


Agamemnon,Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, That she was never yet, that ever knew

Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue:

In whom the tempers and the minds of all Therefore this maxim out of love 1 teach,

Should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks. Achievement is command ; ungain'd, beseech: Besides the applause and approbation Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, The which,-most mighty for thy place and sway, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. [Ex.

[To Agamemnon. SCENE III.-The Grecian camp. Before Aga

And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,memnon's tent. Trumpels. Enter Agamemnon, I give to both your speeches, which were such,

[To Nestor. Nestor, Ulysses, Menelaus, and others.

| As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Agar. Princes,

Should hold up high in brass ; and such again, What grief halh set the jaundice on your cheeks ? As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, The ample proposition, that hope makes

Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree In all designs begun on earth below,

On which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and disasters To his experienc'd tongue--yet let it please both -Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; Thou great, and wise, -to hear Ulysses speak. As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,

Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca ; and be't of less Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain

expect Tortive and errant from his course of growth. That matter needless, of importless burden, Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

Divide thy lips; than we are confident,
That we come short of our suppose so far,

When rank Thersites opes his mastift jaws,
That after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
Sith every action that hath gone before,

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, Whereof we have record, trial did draw

And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master, Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,

But for these instances. Aud that unbodied figure of the thought

The specialty of rules hath been neglected: That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow (actions. And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought When that the general is not like the hive,

To whom the foragers shall all repair, But the protractive trials of great Jove,

What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded,' To find persistive constancy in men ?

The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The fineness of which metal is not found

The heavens themselves, the planels, and this In fortunes' love: for then, the bold and coward,

centre, The wise and fool, the artist and unread,

Observe degree, priority, and place, The hard and soft, seem all & "n'd' and kin : Insisture," course, proportion, season, form, But, in the wind and tempest other frown,

Office, and custom, in all line of order : Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;..

In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd And what hath mass, or matter, by itself

Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye
Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat," And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

Sansi check, to good and bad : But when the Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance

planets, Lies the true proof of men : The sea being smooth, In evil mixture to disorder wander, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail

What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny? Upon her patient breast, making their way

What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth? With those of nobler bulk !

Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horrors, But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage

Divert and crack, rend and deracinate! The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold

The unity and married calm of states The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, Quite from their fixture; 0, when degree is shak'd, Bounding between the two moist elements, Which is the ladder of all high designs, Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat. The enterprise is sick! How could communities, Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now Degrees in schools and brotherhoods's in cities, Co-rivall'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so

The primogenitive and due of birth, Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, In storms of fortune i For, in her ray and brightness, But by degree stand in authentic place? The herd hath more annoyance by the prize, Take but degree away, untune that string, Than by the tiger : but when the splitting wind And, bark, what discord follows ! each thing meets Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

In inere's oppugnancy: The bounded waters (1) Twisted and rambling.

(8) Rights of authority,

(9) Masked. (2) Since. (3) Joined by affinity.

(10) Constancy.

(ii) Without. (4) The throne. (5) The daughter of Neptune. (12) Force up by the roots. 16) The gad-dy that stings cattle.

(13) Corporations, companies. (14) Divided (7) Expectation.

(16) Absolute


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