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SCENE II.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.

Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light,

Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some
And to the field goes he ; where every flower, degrees.
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw

Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
In Hector's wrath.

Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, he
Cres.

What was his cause of anger ? were,
Aler. The noise goes, this: There is among the Cres. So he is.
Greeks

Pan. 'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to
A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; India.
They call him, Ajax.

Cres. He is not Hector.
Cres.

Good; And what of him?. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.-'Would 'a Aler. They say he is a very man per se,

were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time must And stands alone.

friend, or end : Well, Troilus, well,

- I would, my Cres. So do all men ; unless they are drunk, sick, heart were in her body! - No, Hector is not a

; or have no legs.

better man than Troilus. Aler. This

man, lady, hath robbed many beasts Cres. Excuse me. of their particular additions ; he is as valiant as the Pan. He is elder. hon, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a Cres. Pardon me, pardon me. man into whom nature hath so crouded humours, Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly me another tale, when the other's come to't. Hector stuced with discretion : there is no man hath a vir- shall not have his wit this year. tue that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an

Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. attaint, but he carries some stain of it: he is me- Pan. Nor bis qualities ; lancholy without cause, and merry against the hair : Cres. No matter. He bath the joints of every thing; but every thing Pan. Nor his beauty. so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many Cres. 'Twould not become him, his own's better.! hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen her: no sight.

self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown Cres. But how should this man, that makes me favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,) — Not brown gnile, make Hector angry?

neither. Aler. They say, be yesterday coped Hector in Cres. No, but brown. the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and Pan. Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. stame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting Cres. To say the truth, true and not true. and waking.

Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris,

Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough.
Enter PANDARUS.

Pan. So he has.
Cres. Who comes here?

Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : if Aler. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.

she praised him above, his complexion is higher than Cres. Hector's a gallant man.

his; he having colour enough, and the other higher, Aler. As may be in the world, lady.

is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had Pan. What's that? what's that ?

as lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Troilus for a copper nose. Par. Good morrow, cousin Cressid : What do Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him you talk of ?-Good morrow, Alexander.--How do better than Paris. Foll, cousin ? When were you at Ilium ?

Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed. Cres. This morning, uncle.

Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him Pan. What were you talking of, when I came ? the other day into the compassed window, — and, Mas Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium ? you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his Telen was not up, was she?

chin. Cres. Hector was gone ; but Helen was not Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetick may soon

bring his particulars therein to a total. Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early.

Pan. Why, he is very young : and yet will he, Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. within three pound, lift as much as his brother Pan. Was he angry?

Hector. Cres. So he says here.

Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter ? Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too ; Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; all lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: - she came, and puts me her white hand to his d there is Troilus will not come far behind him; cloven chin, then take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that Cres. Juno have mercy! - How came it cloven ?

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his Cres. What, is he angry too?

smiling becomes him better than any man in all Pan. Who Troilus ? Troilus is the better man Phrygia. the two.

Cres. O, he smiles valiantly. Cres. O, Jupiter ! there's no comparison.

Pan. Does he not? Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector ? Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. o you know a man, if you see him?

Pan. Why, go to then; But to prove to you Cres. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew that Helen loves Troilus, him.

Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll Par. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus. Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he Pan. Troilus? why, he esteems her no more than 204 Hector,

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Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i'the shell.

HECTOR passes over. Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that ; tickled his chin! - Indeed, she has a marvellous There's a fellow! - Go thy way, Hector! - There's white hand, I must needs confess.

à brave man, niece. - O brave Hector ! - Look, Cres. Without the rack.

how he looks! there's a countenance : Is't not a Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair brave man? on his chin.

Cres. 0, a brave man! Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good Pan. But, there was such laughing;,- Queen Look you what hacks are on his helmet? look you Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er.

yonder, do you see? look you there! there's no Cres. With mill-stones.

jesting: there's laying on; take't off who will, as Pan. And Cassandra laughed.

they say: there be hacks ! Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under Cres. Be those with swords? the pot of her eyes ; Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. And Hector laughed.

Paris passes over. Cres. At what was all this laughing ?

Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not : an the Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied devil come to him, it's all one: By god's lid, it does on Troilus' chin.

one's heart good: - Yonder comes Paris, sonder Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have comés Paris : look ye yonder, niece; Is't not a gallaughed too.

lant man too, is't not? - Why, this is brave now.– Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as at Who said, he came hurt bome to-day? he's not his pretty answer.

hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good Cres. What was his answer ?

Ha! 'would I could see Troilus now! - you shall Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on

see Troilus anon. your chin, and one of them is white.

Cres. Who's that? Cres. This is her question.

HELENOS passes over. Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white : That white Pan. That's Helenus, -I marvel, where Troilus hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons.

Ju- | is:

That's Helenus; ~ I think he went not foru piter ! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my to-day : That's Helenus. husband? The forked one, quoth he, pluck it out, and Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? give it him. But, there was such laughing! and Pan. Helenus? no;- yes, he'll fight indifferent Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the well: -I marvel, where Troilus is ! - Hark; de rest so laughed, that it passed.

you not hear the people cry, Troilus ? — Helenus is Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while a priest. going by.

Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder? Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday;

Tronlus passes over. think on't. Cres. So I do.

Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : "Ts Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, Troilus! there's a man, niece ! - Hem! – Brate an 'twerë a man born in April.

Troilus! the prince of chivalry. Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a

Cres. Peace, for shame, peace! nettle against May.

[A retreat sounded. Pan. Mark him; note him ; - 0 brave Troics' Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Shall - look well upon him, niece; look you, how les we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd then Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida. Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes Cres. At your pleasure.

O admirable youth ! he ne'er saw three and twest Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent placé ; here Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a size we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus his choice. O admirable man ! Paris ? – Paris ** above the rest.

dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change,

would give an eye to boot. Æneas passes over the Stage.

Forces pass over the Stage Cres. Speak not so loud.

Pan. That's Æneas; Is not that a brave man? Cres. Here come more. he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you; But Pan. Asses, fonts, dolts! chaff and bran, cesta mark Troilus; you shall see anon.

and bran! porridge after meat! I could lvear.' Cres. Who's that?

i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look,

eagles are gone ; crows and daws, crows and dass ANTENOR passes over.

I had rather be such a man as Troilūs, thaan Afr Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can memnon and all Greece. tell you ; and he's a man good enough: he's one Cres. There is among the Grecks, Achilles ! o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and better man than Troilus. a proper man of person :- - When comes Troilus? Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very cute -I'll show you Troilus anon; if he see me, you Cres. Well, well. shall see him nod at me.

Pan. Well, well? - Why, have you any er Cres. Will he give you the nod ?

tion ? have you any eyes? Do you know what a . Pan. You shall see.

is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, disain Cres. If he do, the rich shall have moro.

manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youths, L.,

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rality, and such like, the spice and salt that season | And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought

else Cres

. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked But the protractive trials of great Jove, with no date in the pye, - for then the man's date To find persistive constancy in men ? is out.

The fineness of which metal is not found Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at In fortune's love: for then, the bold and coward, what ward you lie.

The wise and fool, the artist and unread, Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin : my wit

, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, defend mine honesty'; my mask, to defend my Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, beauty; and you, to defend all these : and at an Puffing at all, winnows the light away; these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.

And what hath mass, or matter, by itself Pen. Say one of your watches.

Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled. Cres

. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, of the chiefest of them too; if I cannot ward what Great Agamemnon, Nestor sliall apply I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance how I took the blow ; unless it swell past hiding, Lies the true proof of men : the sea being smooth, and then it is past watching.

How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Pan. You are such another !

Upon her patient breast, making their way

With those of nobler bulk ?
Enter Troilus' Boy.

But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
Doy

. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold Pan, Where?

The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,
Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him. Bounding between the two moist elements,
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come : (Exit Boy.) Like Perseus' horse : Where's then the saucy boat,
I doubt, he be hurt. — Fare ye well, good niece. Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Cres. Adieu, uncle.

Ço-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fled,
Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so
Cres. To bring, uncle,

Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and brightness, Cres. By the same token — you are a bawd. - The herd hath more annoyance by the brize,

[Exit PANDARUS. Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind Words

, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, He offers in another's enterprize :

And flies fled under shade, Why, then, the thing of But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

courage, Than in the glass of Pandar’s praise may be ; As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing : And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: Returns to chiding fortune. That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,- Ulyss.

Agamemnon, Meu prize the thing ungaind more than it is : Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, That she was never yet, that ever knew

Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue: In whom the tempers and the minds of all Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, - Should be shut up, — hear what Ulysses speaks. Achievement is command ; ungain'd, beseech : ' Besides the applause and approbation len though my heart's content firm love doth bear, The which, -- most mighty for thy place and sway, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (Erit.

(10 AGAMEMNON.

And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, SCENE III. - The Grecian Camp. Before

[T. NESTOR, Agamemnon's Tent.

I give to both your speeches, - which were such,

As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Crumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, Nestor, Ulysses, Should hold up high in brass ; and such again, MENELAUS, and others.

As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, Agam. Princes,

Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree tat grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks.? On which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears he ample proposition, that hope makes

To his experienc'd tongue, - yet let it please both, I all designs begun on earth below,

Thou great, --- and wise, - to hear Ulysses speak. tails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca ; and be't of less row in the veins of actions highest rear’d;

expect knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,

That matter needless, of importless burden, fect the sound pine, and divert his grain

Divide thy lips; than we are confident, utive and errant from his course of growth. When rank 'Thersites opes his mastiff jaws, 15princes, is it matter new to us,

We shall hear musick, wit, and oracle. we come short of our suppose so far,

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master, every action that hath gone before,

But for these instances. hereof we have record, trial did draw

The specialty of rule hath been neglected : s and thwart, not answering the aim,

And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand that unbodied figure of the thought

Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. gav't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, When that the general is not like the hive, you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ; To whom the foragers shall all repair,

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What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, And, like a strutting player, -- whose conceit The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, To hear the wooden dialogue and sound Observe degree, priority, and place,

'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage, – Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming Office, and custom, in all line of order :

He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol,

'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unsquar'd, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd

Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon droppi Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye

Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,

The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, And posts, like the commandment of a king, From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause ; Sans check, to good and bad : But, when the planets, Cries - Excellent ! -'T'is Agamemnon just.In evil mixture, to disorder wander,

Now play me Nestor ; - hem, and stroke thy beardo What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny? As he, being 'drest to some oration. What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth ?

That's done;

- as near as the extremest ends Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horrors, Of parallels : as like as Vulcan and his wife: Divert and crack, rend and deracinate

Yet good Achilles still cries, Ercellent ; The unity and married calm of states

'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Quite from their fixture? 0, when degree is shak'd, Arming to answer in a night alarm. Which is the ladder of all high designs,

And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age The enterprize is sick! How could communities, Must be the scene of mirth ; to cough, and spit, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,

Shake in and out the rivet; And at this sport, The primogenitive and due of birth,

Sir Valour dies; cries, 0!

enough, Patroclus;Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all But by degree, stand in authentick place ?

In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, Take but degree away, untune that string,

Al our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets Severals and generals of grace exact, In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, Excitements to the field, or speech for truce, And make a sop of all this solid globe :

Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves 1 Strength should be lord of imbecility,

As stuff for these two to make paradoxes. And the rude son should strike his father dead : Nest. And in the imitation of these twain Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, (Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) With an imperial voice,) many are infect. Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Ajax is grown self-will'd; and bears his head Then every thing includes itself in power,

In such a rein, in full as proud a place Power into will, will into appetite ;

As broad Achilles ; keeps his tent like him; And appetite, an universal wolf,

Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war, So doubly seconded with will and power,

Bold as an oracle ; and sets Thersites Must make perforce an universal prey,

(A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, To match us in comparisons with dirt; This chaos, when degree is suffocate,

To weaken and discredit our exposure, Follows the choking.

How rank soever rounded in with danger. And this neglection of degree it is,

Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it comandos; That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose Count wisdom as no member of the war; It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd Forestall prescience, and esteem no act By him one step below ; he, by the next;

But that of hand : the still and mental parts, That next, by him beneath : so every step,

That do contrive how many hands shall strike, Exampled by the first pace that is sick

When fitness calls them on ; and know, by measure Of his superior, grows to an envious fever

Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, Of pale and bloodless emulation :

Why, this hath not a finger’s dignity: And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, They call this — bed-work, mappery, closet-: Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, So that the ram, that batters down the wall, Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. For the great swing and rudeness of his poire,

Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd They place before his hand that made the engine ; The fever whereof all our power is sick.

Or those, that with the fineness of their souls Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, By reason guide his execution. What is the remedy?

Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Ulyss. The great Achilles,— whom opinion crowns Makes many Thetis sons. The sinew and the forehand of our host,

Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus.
Having his ear full of his airy fame,
Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent

Enter ÆNEAS.
Lies mocking our designs : With him, Patroclus, Men. From Troy.
Upon a lazy bed, the livelong day

Agam.
Breaks scurril jests ;

Æne. And with ridiculous and aukward action

Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray? (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,)

Agam. He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,

Æne. May one, that is a herald, and a prind, Thy topless deputation he puts on ;

Do a fair message to his kingly ears?

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What would you 'fore our tear

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Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm The Grecian dames are sun-btirn'd, and not worth
'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice The splinter of a lance. Even so much.
Call Agamemnon head and general.

Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas;
Ene. Fair leave, and large security. How may If none of them have soul in such a kind,
A stranger to those most imperial looks

We left them all at home : But we are soldiers;
Know them from eyes of other mortals ?

And may that soldier a mere recreant prove,
Agam-

How? That means not, hath not, or is not in love!
Æne. Ay;

If then one is, or hath, or means to be,
I ask, that I might waken reverence,

That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. And bid the cheek be ready with a blush

Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man Modest as morning when she coldly eyes

When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now ; The youthful Phæbus :

But, if there be not in our Grecian host Which is that god in office, guiding men?

One noble man, that hath one spark of fire Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ? To answer for his love, Tell him from me,

Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, Are ceremonious courtiers.

And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn; Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d, And meeting him, will tell him, that my lady As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, As may be in the world; his youth in flood, Good arms, strong joints, true swords : and Jove's I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. accord,

#ne. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth ! Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas,

Ulyss. Amen. Peace, Trojan ; lay thy finger on thy lips !

Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; The worthiness of praise distains his worth,

To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.
If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth : Achilles shall have word of this intent;
But what the repining enemy commends,

So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent : That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, Yourself shall feast with us before you go, transcends.

And find the welcome of a noble foe.
Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself

(Exeunt all but Ulysses and NESTOR. Eneas?

Ulyss. Nestor,
Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name.

Nest. What says Ulysses ?
Agam.

What's your affair, I pray you ? Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain,
Ëne. Sir, pardon ; 'uis for Agamemnon's ears. Be you my time to bring it to some shape.
Agam. He hears not privately, that comes from Nest. What is't?
Troy.

Ulyss. This 'tis : Ene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: Blunt wedges rive hard knots : The seeded pride I bring a trumpet to awake his ear;

That hath to this maturity blown up To set his sense on the attentive bent,

In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd, And then to speak.

Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, Agan.

Speak frankly as the wind; To overbulk us all. It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour :

Nest.

Well, and how ? That thou siialt know, Trojan, he is awake,

Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, He tells thee so himself.

However it is spread in general name, Pne.

Trumpet, blow loud, Relates in purpose only to Achilles. Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents ;- Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as subAnd every Greek of mettle, let him know,

stance, What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud. Whose grossness little characters sum up:

[Trumpet sounds. And, in the publication, make no strain, We have, Great Agamemnon, here in Troy But that Achilles, were his brain as barren

A prince call'd Hector, (Priam is his father,) As banks of Libya, - though, Apollo knows,
Who in this dull and long-continued truce 'Tis dry enough, — will, with great speed of judg-
Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet,

ment,
And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords ! Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose
If there be one, among the fair'st of Greece, Pointing on him.
That holds his honour higher than his ease;

Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you? That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril ;

Nest. That knows his valour, and knows not his fear : It is most meet; Whom may you else oppose, That loves his mistress more than in confession, That can from Hector bring those honours off, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) If not Achilles? Thougli't be a sportful combat, And dare avow her beauty and her worth,

Yet in the trial much opinion dwells; In other arms than hers — to him this challenge. For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,

With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulysses,
Shall make it good, or do his best to do it, Our imputation shall be oddly pois'd
He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,

In this wild action : for the success,
Than ever Greek did compass in his arms ; Although particular, shall give a scantling
And will to-morrow with his trumpet call,

Of good or bad unto the general ;
Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy, And in such indexes, although small pricks
To rouse a Grecian that is true in love :

To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
If any come, Hector shall honour him;

The baby figure of the giant mass If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd,

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Yes,

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