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Pam. Hark, they are coming from the field; shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass towards Ilium ? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida.

Cre. At your pleasure.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place, here we may see most bravely; I'll tell you them all by their names as they pass by; but mark Troilus above the rest.

Æneas passes over the stage.
Cre, Speak not so loud.

Pan. That's Æneas; is not that a brave man? he's
one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you ; but mark
Treilus, you shall see anon.
Cre. Who's that?

Antenor pases over the stage. Pan. That's Antenor, he has a shrewd wit, I can tell you,

and he's a man good enough; he's one o'th' foundeit judgment in Troy whosoever, and a proper man of perfon; when comes Troilus? I'll shew you Troilus anon; if he see me, you shall see him nod at me.

Cre. Will he give you the nod ?
Pan. You shall fee.
Cre. If he do, the rich shall have more.

Hector pases over. Pan. That's Hektor, that, that, look you, that: there's a fellow! go thy way, Hector; there's a brave man, niece: O brave Hector! look, how he looks! there's a. countenance! is't not a brave man?

Cre, O brave man !

Pan. Is he 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 jefting; there's laying on, take't off who will, as they say, there be hacks.: Cre. 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 godslid, 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 faid, he came home hurt 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. Cre. Who's that?

Helenus pafjes over. Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel, where Troilus is : that's Helenus I think, he went not forth to day ; that's Helenus.

Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?

Pan. Helenus, no yes, he'll fight indifferent wellI marvel, where Troilus is ? hark, do you not hear the people cry Troiluss? Helenus is a priest. Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?

Troilus pases over. Pan. Where! yonder that's Deiphobus, 'Tis Troilus ! there's a man, niece hem brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry!

Cre. 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 faw 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 mony to boot.

Enter common Soldiers. Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Affes, fools, dolts, chaff and bran, chaff and bran ; porridge after meat, I could live and dye i’th' 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,

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

Pan. Achilles? a dray-man, a porter, a very camel. Cre. 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 so forth, the spice and salt, that seasons a man?

Cre. 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 such another 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 secresy, to defend mine honesty; my mask to defend 'my beauty, and you to defend all these; and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.

Pan. Say one of your watches.

Cre. Nay, I'll watch you for that, and that's one of the chiefeft 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 is paft watching Pan. You are fuch another.

Enter Boy. Boy. Sir, my Lord would instantly speak with you. Pan. Where i Boy. At your own house, there he unarms him.

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come; I 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 Pan.
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facrifice,
He offers in another's enterprize :
But more in Treilus thousand-fold I see,


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Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ;
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing;
Things won are done; the foul's joy lies in doing :
That the 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 fue:
Atchievement is Command; ungain'd, beseech.
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach;
That though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that fhall from mine eyes appear. [Exit.
SCENE changes to Agamemnon's Tent in the

Grecian Camp.
Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulyffes, Dio-

medes, Menelaus, with others.

Agam. P What grief hath fet the jaundice on your

The ample proposition, that hope makes
In all designs begun on earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largeness : 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 course of growth.
Nor, Princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come short of our Suppose so far,
That after sev'n years' fiege, yet Troy-walls stand;
action that hath


before, Whereof we have record, trial did draw Bias and thwart ; not answering the aim, And that anbodied figure of the thought That gave't furmised fhape. Why then, you Princes, Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our Works ? And think them shame, 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,
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.

Neft. With due observance of thy godlike Seat, (5)
Great Agamemnon, Neftor fhall 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 fail
Upon her patient breaft, 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 thro' liquid mountains cuts ;
Bounding between the two moist elements,
Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the faucy boat,
Whose weak antimber'd fides but even now
Co-rival'd Greatness ? or to harbour fled,
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
Doth valour's fhew and valour's worth divide
In forms 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,
And Aies get under shade; the thing of courage,
As rowz'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize ;
And, with an accent tun'd in felf-fame key,

(5) With due Observance of thy goodly Seat,] Goodly is an Epithet carries no very great Compliment with it; and Nestor seems here to be paying Deference to Agamemnon's State and Pre-eminence. The old Books have it, to thy godly Seat; godlike, as I have reform’d the Text, seems to me the Epithet design'd; and is very conformable to what Æneas afterwards says of Agamemnon ;

Which is that God in Office, guiding Men?
So godlike Seat is here, State supreme above other Commanders.


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