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Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good-Look you what hacks are on his helmet! look you yonder, do you see? look you there. There's no jesting : there's laying on, take 't off who will, as they say; there be hacks!
Cres. Be those with swords?
PARIS passes over.
Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not; an the devil come to him, it's all one: by god's lid, it does one's heart good.-Yonder comes Paris; yonder comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece: is 't not a gallant man too, is 't; not? Why, this is brave now.-Who said he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha! would I could see Troilus now.-You shall see Troilus anon.
Cres. Who's that?
HELENUS passes over.
Pan. That's Helenus.-I marvel, where Troilus is. That's Helenus.-I think he went not forth to-day.That's Helenus.
Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle?
Pan. Helenus? no ;—yes, he 'll fight indifferent well. -I marvel, where Troilus is.-Hark! do you not hear the people cry, Troilus ?-Helenus is a priest. Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
TROILUS passes over.
Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus.-'T is Troilus! there's a man, niece!-Hem!-Brave Troilus, the prince of chivalry!
Cres. Peace! for shame; peace!
Pan. Mark him; note him.-O brave Troilus!look well upon him, niece: look you how his sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; and how he looks, and how he goes!-O admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris ?-Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye' to boot. Soldiers pass over the Stage.
Cres. Here come more.
Pan. Asses, fools, dolts, chaff and bran, chaff and bran; porridge after meat. I could live and die i' the 1 money in folio.
eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look: the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws. I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece.
Cres. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.
Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Cres. Well, well.
Pan. Well, well?-Why, have you any discretion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like', the spice and salt that season a man?
Cres. Ay, a minced man; and then to be baked with no date in the pye,-for then the man's date's out.
Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie.
Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; upon my mask, to defend my beauty; and upon you, to defend all these: and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.
Pan. Say one of your watches.
Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the chiefest of them too: if I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow, unless it swell past hiding, and then it's past watching.
Pan. You are such another!
Enter TROILUS' Boy.
Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.
Boy. At your own house2; there he unarms him.
I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.
Cres. Adieu, uncle.
Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
Cres. By the same token, you are a bawd.
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,
1 so forth in folio. The rest of the line is not in the folio.
He offers in another's enterprise;
But more in Troilus thousand fold I see,
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be.
Achieved men still command ;' ungain'd, beseech:
SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. Before AGAMEM-
Sennet. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES,
What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
In all designs begun on earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters
As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
That we come short of our suppose so far,
That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls stand;
That gave 't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
To find persistive constancy in men?
In fortune's love; for then, the bold and coward,
1 Achievement is command: in f. e. 2 works in f. e. in folio.
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin:
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat,
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Upon her patient breast, making their way
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold,
The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,
Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat,
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And flies fled under shade, why then, the thing of
As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
Replies' to chiding fortune.
Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
In whom the tempers and the minds of all
I give to both your speeches, which were such,
1 loud in folio. 2 Gadfly. 3 Returns: in f. e. A change by Pope,
of "retires," in the old copies.
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree
That matter needless, of importless burden,
When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws,
Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
The specialty of rule hath been neglected:
What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,
Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
And posts, like the commandment of a king,
What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny!
Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors,
The unity and married calm of states
Quite from their fixure! O! when degree is shak'd,
The enterprise is sick. How could communities,
2 This speech is not in the quartos.