The youthful Phoebus: Which is that god in office, guiding men? Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy 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,(33) Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips! If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: But what the repining enemy commends, That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. (34) 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 naught 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, Agam. Speak frankly as the wind; It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour: That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, He tells thee so himself. Trumpet, blow loud, Ene. [Trumpet sounds. We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril ; Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;(35) Agam. This shall be told our lovers, Lord Æneas; Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now; But if there be not in our Grecian host One noble man that hath one spark of fire, To answer for his love, tell him from me,— I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn; And, meeting him, will tell him that my lady Was fairer than his grandam, and as chaste As may be in the world his youth in flood, I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. Ene. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth! Ulyss. Amen. Agam. Fair Lord Æneas, let me touch To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. Achilles shall have word of this intent; your hand; So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: And find the welcome of a noble foe. Ulyss. Nestor, [Exeunt all except Ulysses and Nestor. Nest. What says Ulysses? Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain; Be you my time to bring it to some shape. Nest. What is't? Ulyss. This 'tis :— Blunt wedges rive hard knots: the seeded pride In rank Achilles must or now be cropp'd, Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles. Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance, 'Tis dry enough,—will, with great speed of judgment, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose Pointing on him. Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think Nest. It is most meet: who may you else oppose, you? Yes, If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat, For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute In this wild action; for the success, And in such indexes, although small pricks To their subséquent volumes, there is seen Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd, As 'twere from forth us all, a man distill'd What heart receives from hence the conquering part, To steel a strong opinion to themselves? Which entertain'd, limbs are his(38) instruments, Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech ; Therefore 'tis meet Achilles meet not Hector. The lustre of the better yet to show, Shall show the better. Do not, then, consent(40) That ever Hector and Achilles meet; For both our honour and our shame in this Are dogg'd with two strange followers. Nest. I see them not with my old eyes: what are they? Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector, And we were better parch in Afric sun Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, That we have better men. But, hit or miss, Now(41) I begin to relish thy advice; And I will give a taste of it forthwith To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. A part of the Grecian camp. Enter AJAX and THERSITES. Ajax. Thersites,— Ther. Agamemnon,-how if he had boils,-full, all over, generally?— Ajax. Thersites, Ther. And those boils did run?-Say so,-did not the general run then? were not that a botchy core ?-(42) Ajax. Dog, Ther. Then would come some matter from him; I see none now. Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? Feel, then. [Beating him. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord! Ajax. Speak, then, thou vinewedst leaven, speak: I(43) will beat thee into handsomeness. Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness: but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book. Thou canst strike, canst thou? a red murrain o' thy jade's tricks! Ajax. Toadstool, learn me the proclamation. |