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comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece ; Is't not a gallant man too, is't not ?- Why, this is brave now. Who said, 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 passes over.

Pan. That's Helenus,-I marvel, whère Troilus is :-That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forth to-day ;-That's Helenus.

350 Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?

Pan. Helenus ? no ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent well :-) marvel, where Troilus is !-Hark! do you not hear the people cry, Troilus? Helenus is a priest.

Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder :

TROILUS passes 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!

360 Pan. Mark him ; note him ;-0 brave Troilus ! look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes !- admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or

daughter 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 an eye to boot.


Enter Soldiers, 8c. Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die i'the 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 bet. ter man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles? a dray-mán, a porter, a very camel. Cre. Well, well.

381 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 such like, the spice and salt that season 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 a woman ! one knows not at what ward you lie.

391 Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly ; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, 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 chiefest 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 past watching.

402 Pan. You are such another!

Enter TROILUS' Boy. Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. Pan. Where? Boy. At your own house ; there he unarms him.

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come [Exit Boy]: I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.

Cre. Adieu, uncle.
Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. 410
Cre. To bring, uncle,
Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
Cre. By the same token--you are a bawd.

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice,
He offers in another's enterprize :
But more in Troilus thousand fold I see
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ;
Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing ;
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing :
That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,
Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : 421

That she was never yet, that ever knew
Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue :
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,-
Achievement is, command ; ungain’d, beseech :
Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear,



The Greciën Camp. Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON,


Aga. Princes,
What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks ?
The ample proposition, that hope makes

In all designs begun on earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;
As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound 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 seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand;
Sith every action that hath gone before,

410 Whereof we have record, trial did draw Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, And that unbodied figure of the thought


That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes,
Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works;
And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought

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.

Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance 460
Lies the true proof of men: The sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare sail
Upon her patient breast, 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 through liquid mountains cut,
Bounding between the two moist elements,
Like Perseus' horse ; Where's then the saucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now 470
Co-rival'd greatness i either to harbour filed,
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so


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