Sans 2 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 fixture? O, when degree is shak'd, The enterprize is sick! How could communities, And the rude son should strike his father dead: And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power Must make perforce a universal prey, And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, Follows the choking. And this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose 2 Without. + Divided. 3 Force up by the roots. › Absolute. It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, What is the remedy? Ulyss. The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns The sinew and the forehand of our host, Breaks scurril jests; And with ridiculous and awkward action (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,) 6 He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Thy topless deputation he puts on; And, like a strutting player, 8 whose conceit Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound "Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, " Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, 'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd, Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Cries Excellent!-'tis Agamemnon just. Now play me Nestor ;-hem, and stroke thy beard, That's done; as near as the extremest ends And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age (A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) To weaken and discredit our exposure, Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cow- Count wisdom as no member of the war; Forestall prescience, and esteem no act That do contrive how many hands shall strike, When fitness calls them on; and know, by mea sure Of their observient toil, the enemies weight, They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet-war: Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Makes many Thetis' sons. Agam. [Trumpet sounds. What trumpet? look, Menelaus. Agam. Ene. May one that is a herald, and a prince, Do a fair message to his kingly ears? Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice Call Agamemnon head and general. Ene. Fair leave, and large security. How may A stranger to those most imperial looks Know them from eyes of other mortals? Agam. Ene. Ay; I ask, that I might waken reverence, How? Which is that god in office, guiding men? Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy Are ceremonious courtiers. Ene. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, As bending angels; that's their fame in peace: But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's accord, Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, That breath fame follows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? Ene. Ay, Greek, that is my name. Agam. What's your affair, I pray you? Ene. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes from Troy. Ene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: I bring a trumpet to awake his ear; To set his sense on the attentive bent, And then to speak. Agam. Speak frankly as the wind: It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour: He tells thee so himself. Ene. Trumpet, blow loud, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents ;And every Greek of mettle, let him know, What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud. |