Pan. I fpeak no more than truth.
Troi. Thou doft not speak so much.

Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in 't. Let her be as the is if the be fair, 'tis the better for her; an the be not, fhe has the mends in her own hands 4. Troi. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus?

Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; ilthought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between and between, but fmall thanks for my labour.

Troi. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me?

Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's

Pan. Ay, the boulting; but you must tarry the not fo fair as Helen: an fhe were not kin to me, leavening.

Troi. Patience herfelf, what goddefs e'er fhe be, her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more Doth leffer blench 2 at fufferance than I do.

Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will Pan. Well, the look'd yester-night fairer than leave all as I found it, and there an end. ever I faw her look; or any woman elfe.

2 To blench is to fhrink, ftart, or fly off. 3 The meaning is, In comparison with Creflid's hand, the Spirit of fenfe, the utmost degree, the moft exquifite power of fenfibility, which implies a foft hand, fince the fenfe of touching refides chiefly in the fingers, is hard as the callous and infenfible palm of the ploughman. 4 Mr. Steevens thinks this phrafe means, Trei.

Troi. Better at home, if would I might, were may.- Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to But, to the sport abroad;—Are you bound thither?

Enter Grefida, and Alexander ber fervant.
Cre. Who were thofe went by?
Serv. Queen Hecuba, and Helen.
Cre. And whither go they?

Serv. Up to the eastern tower,

Whofe height commands as fubject all the vale,
To fee the battle. Hector, whofe patience
Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd:
He chid Andromache, and ftruck his armourer;
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the fun rofe, he was harnefs'd light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did, as a prophet, weep what it forefaw
In Hector's wrath.

Gre. What was his caufe of anger?

[Greeks

Ilium?

Helen was not up, was the?

Cre. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.
Pan. E'en fo; Hector was itirring early.

Cre. That were we talking of, and of his anger.
Pan. Was he angry?

Cre. So he fays here.

Pan. True, he was fo; I know the caufe too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that : and there's Troilus will not come far behind hims let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too.

Gre. What, is he angry too?

Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man
of the two.

Cre. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison.
Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector?
Do you know a man, if you fee him?

Gre. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew him.
Pan. Well, I fay, Troilus is Troilus.

Cre. Then you fay as I fay; for, I am fure, he

muft friend or end: Well, Troilus, well,--I
would, my heart were in her body!-No, Hector
is not a better man than Troilus.
Cre. Excufe me.
Pan. He is elder.

lion, churlish as the bear, flow as the elephant: al'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is cruthed into folly, his folly fauced with difcretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpfe of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome ftain of it: he is melancholy without caufe, and merry against the hair; he hath the joints of every thing; but every thing fo out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblinded Argus, all eyes and no fight.

Ge. But how fhould this man, that makes me fmile, make Hector angry?

Serv. They fay, he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle, and ftruck him down; the difdain and fhame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector fafting and waking.

Enter Pandarus.

Cre. Who comes here?

Serv. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Cre. Hector's a gallant man.

Serv. As may be in the world, lady.
Pan. What's that? what's that?
Cre. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Pan. Good morrow, coufin Creffid: What do you talk of --Good morrow, Alexander.-How do you, coufin? When were you at Ilium 3?

Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. The other's not come to 't; you fhall tell me another tale, when the other's come to 'L Hector shall not have his wit this year.

Cre. He shall not need it, if he have his own,
Pan. Nor his qualities.
Cre. No matter.

Pan. Nor his beauty.

Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Helen her · felf fwore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, (for fo 'tis, I muft confefs)-Not brown neither.

Cre. No, but brown.

Pan. 'Faith, to fay truth, brown and not brown.
Cre. To fay the truth, true and not true.
Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris.
Cre. Why, Paris hath colour enough.
Pan. So he has.

Cre. Then Troilus fhould have too much: if the prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than his; he having colour enough, and the other Pan. What were you talking of, when I came ? higher, is too flaming a praise for a good com

Cre. This morning, uncle.

1 To be crushed into folly, is to be confused and mingled with felly, fo as that they make one mafs together. 2 This is a phrafe equivalent to another now in ufe- against the grain. 3 Ilium was the palace of Troy."

plexion.

plexion. I had as lieve, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nofe.

Pan. I fwear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris.

Cre. Then the's a merry Greek, indeed.

One and fifty bairs, quoth he, and one white : That white bair is my father, and all the reft are bis fo.. Jupiter! quoth the, which of thefe hairs is Park, my bufband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was fuch laugh

Pan. Nay, I am fure fhe does. She came to ing! and Helen fo blufh'd, and Paris fo chaf'd, and all the reft fo laugh'd, that it país’d.

him the other day into the compafs'd window
and, you know, he has not paft three or four hairs
on his chin.

Cre. Indeed, a tapfter's arithmetic may foon bring his particulars therein to a total.

Pan. Why, he is very young and yet will he, within three pound, lift as much as his brother He&tor.

Gre. Is he fo young a man, and fo old a lifter 2? Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; he came, and puts me her white hand to

his cloven chin,

Cre. With mill-ftones.

Pun. And Caflandra laugh'd.

Cre. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. And Hector laugh'd.

Cre. At what was all this laughing?

Cre. So let it now; for it has been a grea while going by.

Pan. Well, coufin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on 't.

Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'll be fworn, 'tis true; he will weep ya, an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound Fit. Gre. And I'll (pring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle againit May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shall we ftand up here, and fee them, as they po's toward Ilium? goed niece, do; fweet niece Cretida Cre. At your pleature.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; bere we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them :!! by their names, as they país by; but mark Trus above the reft.

Eneas paffes over fage.

Cre. Speak not fo loud.

Pan. That's Eneas; Is not that a brave man
he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you;
But mark Trellus; you fhall fee anon-
Cre. Who's that ?

Intenor pales over.

Pan. That's Antenor; he has a fhrewd wit, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one o' the foundett judgement in Troy, whoever; and a proper man of perfon :-When comes Troilus ?--I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he to me, you fhall fee him nod at me.

Cr. Will he give you the nod ?
Pan. You fhall fee.

Cre. If he do, the rich fhall have more 3.
Hector pafes over.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that' There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector,-There's a brave man, niece.-O brave Hector - L how he looks! there's a countenance: Is 't put a brave man ?

Cre. O, a brave man !

Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart growLook you, what hacks are on his helmet: k**

Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied you yonder, do you fee? look you there! There's on Troilus' chin.

no jefting: laying on; take 't off who w, *

Gre. An't had been a green hair, I fhould have they fay: there be hacks! laugh'd toe.

L'an. They laugh'd not fo much at the hair, as at

his pretty anfwer.

Gre. What was his anfwer?

Cre. Be thote with fwords?

Paris pafes over.

Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not; an devil come to him, it's all one: By god's L Como Fur

Pan. Quoth fhe, Here's but one and fifty hairs on does one's heart good :-Yonder your chin, and one of them is white.

Cre. This is her queftion.

Pas. That's true; make no queftion of that.

yonder comes Paris: look ye yonder, riece; 5: not a gallant man too, is 't not ?—Way, this a brave now.-Who faid, he came home hurt

2 The word lifter means a thi

3 The allufion here is to the word our

1 The compass'd window is the fame as the bow-window. fill call a peiton who plunders fhops, a fhop-lifter. which, as n w, did in our author's time, and long before, fignify a filly fellow, and may, be etymology, bgly likewife full of nods. Crellid means, that a noddy shall have more xust

Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece!-Hem !-Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry!

Gre. Peace, for fhame, peace!

what I would not have hit, I can watch you for
telling how I took the blow; unless it fwell pait
hiding, and then it is past watching.
Pan. You are fuch another!

I

Enter Troilus' Boy.

Boy. Sir, my lord would inftantly speak with you.
Pan. Where ?

Boy. At your own houfe; there he unarms him.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come [Exit Boy]:
doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.
Cre. Adieu, uncle.

Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
Cre. To bring, uncle,-

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Cre. By the fame token-you are a bawd.--
[Exit Pandarus.
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facrifice,
He offers in another's enterprize:

But more in Troilus thoufand fold I fee
Than in the glafs of Pandar's praife may be ;
Yet hold I off.
Women are angels, wooing;
Things won are done, joy's foul lies in the doing:
That the belov'd knows nought, that knows not
this,-

Pan. Mark him; note him :-O brave TroiJus !-look well upon him, niece; look you, how his fword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes!--O admirable youth! he ne'er faw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is: had I a fifter were a grace, or a daughter a god-That the 2 was never yet, that ever knew defs, he fhould take his choice. O admirable Love got fo fweet, as when defire did fue: man! Paris -Paris is dirt to him; and, I war- Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, rant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to Atchievement is, command; ungain'd, befeech: Then though my heart's content 3 firm love dotla bear,

boot.

Enter Soldiers, &c.

Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Alfes, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die i' the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! I had rather be fuch a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece.

Cre. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a better man than Troilus.

Nothing of that fhall from mine eyes appear.

[Exeunt.

Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Ulyffes,
Menelaus, with others.

Agam. Princes,

Pan. Achilles? a dray-man, a porter, a very What grief hath fet the jaundice on your checks?

camel.

Gre. Ay, a minc'd man: and then to be bak'd with no date in the pye,-for then the man's date

is out.

Pan. You are fuch a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie.

Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my fecrecy, to defend mine honefty; my mafk, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all thefe and at all thefe wards I lie, at a thousand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cr.. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the chiefeft of them too: if I cannot ward

The ample propofition, that hope makes
In all defigns begun on earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largenefs: checks and difafters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;
As knots, by the conflux of meeting fap,
Infect the found pine, and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his courfe of growth.
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come short of our suppose so far,
That, after feven years' fiege, yet Troy walls stand
Sith every action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Bias and thwart, not anfwering the aim,
And that unbodied figure of the thought
that gave 't furmifed fhape. Why then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abath'd behold our works;
And think them fhames, which are, indeed,
nought elfe

But the protractive trials of great Jove,
To find perfiftive conftancy in men ?
The fineness of which metal is not found

1 To account for the introduction of this quibble, it should be remembered that dates were an ingredient in ancient paftry of almost every kind. 2 i. c. that woman.

3 Content for capacity.

In fortune's love for then, the bold and coward,
The wife and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and foft, feem all affin'd and kin:
But, in the wind and tempeft of her frown,
Diftinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away i
And what hath maís, or matter, by itself
Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

Uh Troy, yet upon her bafis, had been down,
And the great Hector's fword had lack'd a mafter,
But for thefe inftances.

The fpecialty of rule 4 hath been neglected;
And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, fo many hollow factions.
When that the general is not like the hive,
To whom the foragers fhall all repair,

Neft. With due obfervance of thy godlike feat, What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded, Great Agamemnon, Neftor fhall apply

Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance

Lies the true proof of men: The fea being smooth,|
How many thallow bauble boats dare fail
Upon her patient breaft, making their way
With thofe of nobler bulk ?

But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moift elements,
Like Perfeus' horse: Where's then the faucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd fides but even now
Co-rival'd greatnefs? either to harbour fled,
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even fo
Doth valour's fhew, and valour's worth, divide
Ir. ftorms of fortune: For, in her ray and brightness,
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize ',
Than by the tyger: but when splitting winds
Make flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

The unworthieft fhews as fairly in the mask.
The heavens themfelves, the planets, and this
center 5,

Obferve degree, priority, and place,

Infiftare, courfe, proportion, fexfon, form,
Office, and cuftom, in all line of order:
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,
In noble eminence enthron'd and fpher'd
Amidst the other; whofe med'cinable eye
Corrects the ill afpects of planets evil,
And pofts, like the commandment of a king,
Sans check, to good and bad: But, when the
planets,

In evil mixture, to diforder wander,
What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny?
What raging of the fea? shaking of earth? [rors,
Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, hor-
Divert and crack, rend and derocinate
The unity and married calm of ftates

And flies flee under fhade, Why, then, the thing Quite from their fixure? O, when degree is fhak'd,

of courage 2,

As rowz'd with rage, with rage doth fympathize,
And with an accent tun'd in felf-fame key,
Returns to chiding fortune.

Uly. Agamemnon,

Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
Heart of our numbers, foul and only spirit,
In whom the tempers and the minds of all
Should be thut up,--hear what Ulyffes fpeaks.
Befides the applaufe and approbation

The which,--moft mighty for thy place and fway,—
[To Agamemnon.
And thou most reverend for thy ftretcht-out life,
[To Neftor.
I give to both your speeches,-which were fuch,
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Should hold up high in brafs; and fuch again,
As venerable Neftor, hatch'd in filver 3,
Should with a bond of air (strong as the axle-tree
On which heaven rides) knit all the Greekish ears
To his experienc'd tongue,-yet let it please both,
Thou great, and wife,-to hear Ulyffes fpeak.
Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be 't of lefs
expect

That matter needlefs, of importless burden,
Divide thy lips; than we are confident,
When rank Therfites opes his mastiff jaws,
We shall hear mufic, wit, and oracle.

Which is the ladder to all high defigns,

The enterprize is fick ! How could communities,
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable thores,
The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, fcepters, laurels,
But by degree, ftand in authentic place?
Take but degree away, untune that thring,
And, hark, what difcord follows! each thing meets
In meer oppugnancy: The bounded waters
Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores,
And make a sop of all this folid globe:
Strength should be lord of imbecility,

And the rude fon fhould strike his father dead :
Force fhould be right; or, rather, right and wrong
(Between whofe endless jar juftice refides)
Should lofe their names, and fo fhould juftice too.
Then every thing includes itfelf in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;
And appetite, an univerfal wolf,
So doubly feconded with will and power,
Muft make perforce an univerfal prey,
And, laft, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon,
This chaus, when degree is fuffocate,
Follows the choaking.

And this neglection of degree it is,

That by a pace goes backward 7, with a purpose
It hath to climb: The general's difdain'd

1 The brize is the gad or horf-fly. It is faid of the tiger, that in forms and high winds he rages and roars most furiously. 3 Hatch'd in filver, may mean, whose white han and beard make him look like a figure engraved on filver. 4 i. e. the particular rights of fupreme authority. i. e. the center of the earth, which, according to the Ptolemaic fyftem, then in vogue, is the center of the folar fyitem. 6 i. e. corporations, companies, confraternities. 7 That goes backward fiep by

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