Tro. Let Paris bleed : 't is but a scar to scorn. everything so out of joint, that he is a gouty BriParis is gored with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. areus, many hands and no use; or purblind ArÆne. Hark! what good sport is out of town gus, all eyes and no sight. to-day!

| Cres. But how should this man, that makes me Tro. Better at home, if “would I might” were smile, make Hector angry? “may." —

Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in But, to the sport abroad :- are you bound thither? the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and Æne. In all swift haste.

shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fastPro. Come, go we then together. [Exeunt. ing and waking.


Cres. Who comes here?
SCENE II. — The same. A Street.

Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.

Cres. Hector 's a gallant man.

Alex. As may be in the world, lady.
Cres. Who were those went by ?

Pan. What's that? what's that?
Alex. Queen Hecuba and Helen.

Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
Cres. And whither go they?

Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: what do
Alex. Up to the eastern tower,

you talk of? — Good morrow, Alexander. — How Whose height commands as subject all the vale, do you, cousin ? When were you at Ilium ? To see the battle. Hector, whose patience

Cres. This morning, uncle. Is, as a virtue, fixed, to-day was moved :

Pan. What were you talking of, when I came ? He chid Andromache, and struck his armorer ; Was IIector armed, and gone, ere ye came to And, like as there were husbandry in war, Ilium? Helen was not up, was she? Before the sun rose he was harnessed light,

Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. And to the field goes he; where every flower Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw

Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. In Hector's wrath.

Pan. Was he angry?
Cres. What was his cause of anger? Cres. So he says here.
Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause, too;
the Greeks

he 'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; and there is Troilus will not come far behind They call him Ajax.

him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell Cres. Good; and what of him ?

them that too. Alex. They say he is a very man per se,

Cres. What, is he angry too? And stands alone.

Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man Cres. So do all men: unless they are drunk, of the two. sick, or have no legs.

Cres. 0, Jupiter! there's no comparison. Aler. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector ? of their particular additions; he is as valiant as Do you know a man if you see him? the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the ele- Cres. Ay; if ever I saw him before, and knew phant; a man into whom nature hath so crowded him. humors, that his valor is crushed into folly, his Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus. folly sauced with discretion : there is no man hath Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure he a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any is not IIector. man an attaint but he carries some stain of it. Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some He is melancholy without cause, and merry against degrees. the hair : he hath the joints of everything; but Cres. ’T is just to each of them; he is himself.

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Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would within three pound, lift as much as his brother he were, —

Hector. Cres. So he is.

Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter? Pan. —'Condition I had gone barefoot to India. Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves Cres. He is not Hector

him; - she came, and puts me her white hand to Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself. 'Would | his cloven chin, 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time Cres. Juno have mercy! How came it cloven ? must friend or end: well, Troilus, well, I would Pan. Why, you know 't is dimpled : I think my heart were in her body! — No, Hector is not his smiling becomes him better than any man in a better man than Troilus.

all Phrygia. Cres. Excuse me.

Cres. Oh, he smiles valiantly! Pan. He is elder.

Pun. Does he not? Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.

Cres. O, yes! an 't were a cloud in autumn. Pan. The other 's not come to’t; you shall tell Pan. Why, go to, then. But to prove to you me another tale when the other's come to 't. Hec- that Helen loves Troilus, – tor shall not have his wit this year.

Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you 'll Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. prove it so. Pan. Nor his qualities.

Pan. Troilus ? Why, he esteems her no more Cres. No matter.

than I esteem an addle egg. Pan. Nor his beauty.

Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you Cres. ’T would not become him; his own's love an idle head, you would eat chickens i’ the better.

shell. Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen Pan. I cannot choose but laugh to think how herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for a she tickled his chin. Indeed, she has a marvelous brown favor (for so 't is, I must confess) — not white hand, I must needs confess. brown neither.

Cres. Without the rack. Cres. No, but brown.

Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. hair on his chin. Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. She praised his complexion above Paris. Pan. But there was such laughing! Queen Cres. Why, Paris hath color enough.

Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Pan. So he has.

Cres. With millstones. Cres. Then Troilus should have too much : if Pan. And Cassandra laughed. she praised him above, his complexion is higher Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under than his; he having color enough, and the other the pot of her eyes. Did her eyes run o'er too? higher, is too flaming a praise for a good com- Pan. And Hector laughed. plexion. I had as lief Helen's golden tongue had Cres. At what was all this laughing? commended Troilus for a copper nose.

Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him on Troilus' chin. better than Paris.

Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. have laughed too.

Pan. Nay, I am sure she docs. She came to Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as him the other day into a compassed window, - at his pretty answer. and you know lie has not past three or four hairs Cres. What was his answer ? on his chin.

Pun. Quoth she, “ Here's but one-and-fifty Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon hairs on your chin, and one of them is white." bring his particulars therein to a total.

Cres. This is her question. Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he,' Pan. That's true; make no question of that.

“ One-and-fifty hairs," quoth he, “and one white: that. There's a fellow! Go thy way, Hector ! that white hair is my father, and all the rest are — There's a brave man, niece. O, brave Hector. bis sons." “ Jupiter !” quoth she, “which of Look how he looks! there's a countenance : is 't these hairs is Paris my husband ?” “The forked not a brave man? one," quoth he; “pluck it out, and give it him.”| Cres. 0, a brave man! But there was such laughing! and Helen so Pan. Is’a not? It does a man's heart good blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so Look you what hacks are on his helmet! look you laughed, that it passed.

| yonder, do you see ? look you there! There's no Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great jesting: there's laying on: take't off who will, while going by.

Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yester- Cres. Be those with swords? day; think on 't. Cres. So I do.

PARIS passes over. Pan. I'll be sworn 't is true; he will weep Pan. Swords ? anything, he cares not: an' the you an 't were a man born in April.

devil come to him, it's all one: by God's lid, it Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears an 't were does one's heart good — Yonder comes Paris, yona nettle against May

der comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece; is 't not

[A retreat sounded. a gallant man, too, is 't not? — Why, this is brave Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field. now. Who said he came hurt home to-day? he's Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they not hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good pass towards Ilium? Good niece, do; sweet now. Ha! 'would I could see Troilus now! you niece Cressida.

shall see Troilus anon. Cres. At your pleasure.

Cres. Who's that? Pan. Here, here, here is an excellent place; here we may see most bravely. I'll tell you them

HELENUS passes over. all by their names, as they pass by; but mark Pan. That's Helenus :- I marvel where TroTroilus above the rest.

ilus is ! — that's Helenus. — I think he went not

forth to-day :- that's Helenus. Æneas passes over the Stage.

Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? Cres. Speak not so loud.

Pan. Helenus? no;- yes, he 'll fight indifferPan. That's Æneas : is not that a brave man? | ent well:- I marvel where Troilus is! Hark; do he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you. you not hear the people cry, Troilus? — Helenus But mark Troilus; you shall see anon.

is a priest. Cres. Who's that?

Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?

ANTENOR passes over.

TROILUS passes over. Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I Pan. Where? yonder? that 's Deiphobus : can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's 'T is Troilus ! there's a man, niece !-- Hem!one o' the soundest judgments in Troy, whoso- Brave Troilus ! the prince of chivalry. ever, and a proper man of person. When comes | Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!. Troilus? I'll shew you Troilus anon ; if he see Pan. Mark him; note him: O brave Troilus ! me, you shall see him nod at me.

Look well upon him, niece; look you how his Cres. Will he give you the nod ?

sword is bloodied, and his helm more hacked than Pan. You shall see.

Hector's! And how he looks, and how he goes ! Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more. O admirable youth! he ne'er saw three-and

twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; bad TIEcTor passes over.

I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, Pan. That's lector; that, that; look you, he should take his choice. O admirable man!


Paris ? Paris is dirt to him; and I warrant, Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by-and-by.
Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot. Cres. To bring, uncle, —

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
Forces pass over the Stage..

Cres. By the same token, you are a bawd. Cres. Here come more.

[Exit PANDARUS. Pan. Asses, fools, dolts ! chaff and bran, chaff Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacand bran! porridge after meat! I could live and

rifice, die i' the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; He offers in another's enterprise : the eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and But more in Troilus thousand fold I see daws! I had rather be such a man as Troilus, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ; than Agamemnon and all Greece.

Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing : Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing : better man than Troilus..

That she, beloved, knows nought, that knows not Pan. Achilles ! a drayman, a porter, a very

this, — camel.

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is : Cres. Well, well.

That she was never yet, that ever knew Pan. Well, well! — Why, have you any discre- Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue: tion ? have you any eyes? Do you know what a Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, — man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, dis- Achiev'd men still command; ungained, beseech : course, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, Then, though my heart's content firm love doth youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?

Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. Cres. Ay, a minced man; and then to be baked

[Exit. with no date in the pie, — for then the man's date is out.

Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not SCENE III. — The Grecian Camp. Before at what ward you lie.

AGAMEMNON's Tent. Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my se

Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, crecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to de

ULYSSES, MENELAUS, and others. fend my beauty; and you, to defend all these; Agam. Princes, and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches. What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? Pan. Say one of your watches.

| The ample proposition that hope makes Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's In all designs begun on earth below, one of the chiefest of them too : if I cannot ward Fails in the promised largeness : checks and diswhat I would not have hit, I can watch you for

asters telling how I took the blow; unless it swell past Grow in the veins of actions highest reared ; hiding, and then it is past watching.

As knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap, Pan. You are such another !

Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain

Tortive and errant from his course of growth. Enter TROILUS' Boy.

Nor, princes, is it matter new to us, Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with That we come short of our suppose so far, you.

That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him. Sith every action, that hath gone before,

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: [Exit Boy. Whereof we have record, trial did draw
I doubt he be hurt. — Farc ye well, good nicce. Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
Cres. Adieu, uncle.

| And that unbodied figure of the thought


That gave 't surmiséd shape. Why then, you Besides the applause and approbation princes,

The which — most mighty for thy place and swayDo you with cheeks abashed behold our wrecks;

[To AGAMEMNON. And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought And thou most reverend for thy stretched-out life else

[To NESTOR. But the protractive trials of great Jove,

I give to both your speeches — which were such To find persistive constancy in men?

As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece The fineness of which metal is not found

Should hold up high in brass; and such, again, In fortune's love : for then, the bold and coward, As-venerable Nestor, hatched in silver, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree The hard and soft, seem all affinned and kin : On which heaven rides) knit all the Greekish ears But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, To his experienced tongue ; — yet let it please Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,

both — Puffing at all, winnows the light away;

Thou great — and wise — to hear Ulysses speak. And what hath mass, or matter, by itself

Agam. Speak, Prince of Ithaca ; and be 't of Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

less expect
Nes. With due observance of thy godlike seat, That matter needless, of importless burden,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

Divide thy lips, than we are confident,
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance When rank Thersites opes his mastiff jaws,
Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth, We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail

Ulys. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, Upon her patient breast, making their way And the great Hector's sword had lacked a master, With those of nobler bulk ?

But for these instances :But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage

The specialty of rule hath been neglected : The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold

| And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand The strong-ribbed bark through liquid mountains Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. cut,

When that the general is not like the hive, Bounding between the two moist elements, To whom the foragers shall all repair, Like Perseus' horse : where's then the saucy boat, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, Whose weak untimbered sides but even now The unworthiest shews as fairly in the mask. Co-rivaled greatness ? - either to harbor fled, The heavens themselves, the planets, and this Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so

Doth valor's show, and valor's worth, divide, Observe degree, priority, and place,
In storms of fortune : for, in her ray and bright- Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,

Office, and custom, in all line of order :
The herd hath more annoyance by the brize And therefore is the glorious planet Sol
Than by the tiger : but when the splitting wind In noble eminence enthroned and sphered
Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye
And flies fled under shade, why then the thing Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
of courage,

And posts, like the commandment of a king,
As roused with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the
And with an accent tuned in self-same key,

planets, Returns to chiding fortune.

In evil mixture, to disorder wander, Ulys. Agamemnon, —

What plagues, and what portents; what mutiny; Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, What raging of the sea; shaking of earth; Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Commotion in the winds; frights, changes, horIn whom the tempers and the minds of all

rors, Should be shut up,- hear what Ulysses speaks. Divert and crack, rend and deracinate

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