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.
Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own house2; there he unarms him.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come.

[Exit Boy.

I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.

Cres. Adieu, uncle.

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

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Cres. By the same token, you are a bawd.

[Exit PANDARUS.

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,

1 so forth in folio. The rest of the line is not in the folio.
VOL. VI.-3

He offers in another's enterprise;

But more in Troilus thousand fold I see,

Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be.
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing:
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing:
That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,—
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:
That she was never yet, that ever knew
Love got so sweet as when desire did sue.
Therefore, this maxim out of love I teach,-

Achieved men still command ;' ungain'd, beseech:
Then, though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

[Exit.

SCENE III.-The Grecian Camp. Before AGAMEM-
NON'S Tent.

Sennet. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES,
MENELAUS, and others.

Agam. Princes,

What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
The ample proposition, that hope makes

In all designs begun on earth below,

Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;

As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

That we come short of our suppose so far,

That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls stand;
Sith every action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
And that unbodied figure of the thought

That gave 't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our wrecks2,
And call them shames, which are, indeed, nought else
But the protractive trials of great Jove,

To find persistive constancy in men?
The fineness of which metal is not found

In fortune's love; for then, the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,

1 Achievement is command: in f. e. 2 works in f. e. in folio.

3 think:

The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin:
But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad' and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath mass, or matter, by itself
Lies rich in virtue, and unmingled.

Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men. The sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail

Upon her patient breast, making their way
With those 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 moist elements,

Like Perseus' horse: where's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rival'd greatness? either to harbour fled,
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 brightness,
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize',
Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind

Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

And flies fled under shade, why then, the thing of

courage,

As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
And with an accent tun'd in self-same key,

Replies' to chiding fortune.

Ulyss.

Agamemnon,

Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,

In whom the tempers and the minds of all
Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks.
Besides the applause and approbation
The which,-most mighty for thy place and sway,-
[To AGAMEMNON.
And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,-

[TO NESTOR.

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 hold up high in brass; and such again,
As Venerable Nestor, hatch'd1 in silver,

Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree
On which heaven rides) knit all the Greekish ears
To his experienc'd tongue,-yet let it please both,—
Thou great, and wise, to hear Ulysses speak.
Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be 't of less
expect

That matter needless, of importless burden,
Divide thy lips, than we are confident,

When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws,
We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,
And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master,
But for these instances.

The specialty of rule hath been neglected:
And look, how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.
When that the general is not like the hive,
To whom the foragers shall all repair,

What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,
Th' unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre,
Observe degree, priority, and place,

Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office, and custom, in all line of order:
And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,
In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd
Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,

And posts, like the commandment of a king,
Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets,
In evil mixture, to disorder wander,

What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny!
What raging of the sea, shaking of earth,

Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate

The unity and married calm of states

Quite from their fixure! O! when degree is shak'd,
Which is the ladder to all high designs,

The enterprise is sick. How could communities,
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,

1 Ornamented.

2 This speech is not in the quartos.