Cres Without the rack.

Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart goodPan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair Look you what hacks are on his helmet ? look you on his chin.

yonder, do you see ? look you there! there's no jest. Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. ing: there's laying on, take't off who will, as they

Pan. But, there was such laughing !--Queen He- say: there be hacks! cuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er.

Cres. Be those with swords ? Cres. With mill-stones ?

Paris passes over. Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under devil come to him, it's all one : By god's lid, it does

Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not: an the the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too ?

one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yonder Pan. And Hector laughed.

comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece; Is't not a gal Cres. At what was all this laughing ? Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied Who said, he came hurt home to-day ? be's not hurt:

lant man too, is't not? Why, this is brave now.on Troilus' chin. Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have why this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha!

'would I could see Troilus now !-you shall see laughed too.

Troilus anon. Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as at

Cres. Who's that? his pretty answer. Cres. What was his answer ?

Helenus passes over. Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on Pan. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where Troilus your chin, and one of them is while,

is :That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forth Cres. This is her question.

to-day :

-That's Helenus. Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white : That white Pan. Helenus ? no ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Ju- well :-I marvel, where Troilus is !– Hark; do you piter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my not hear the people cry, Troilus ?-Helenus is a priest. husband? The forked one, quoth he, pluck it out, and Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? give it him. But, there was such laughing ! and

Troilus passes over. Helen so blushed, and Paris so chased, and all the rest so laughed, that it passed.

Pan. Where? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while

Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Hem !-Brave

Troilus! the prince of chivalry. going by.

Cres. Peace, for shame, peace! Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday;

Pan. Mark him; note him;-0 brave Troilus ! think on't. Cres, So I do.

- look well upon him, niece; look you, how his Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes!

sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than as 'twere a man born in April. Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister

O admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and twenty. nettle against May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Shall were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he should take we stand up here, and see them as they pass toward dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change,

his choice. O admirable man! Paris ?-Paris is Ilium ? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida. Cres. At your pleasure.

would give an eye to boot. Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here

Forces pass over the Stage. we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by

Cres. Here come more. their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff above the rest.

and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die Æneas passes over the Stage.

i’the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the Cres. Speak not so loud.

eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws ! Pan. That's Æneas; Is not that a brave man?

I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Agahe's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you ; But memnon and all Greece. mark Troilus; you shall see anon.

Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; a Cres. Who's taat ?

better man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very camel ANTENOR passes over.

Cres. Well, well. Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can

Pan. Well, well ?—Why, have you any discre tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one tion ? have you any eyes ? Do you know what a man o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and a is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse proper man of person :- When comes Troilus ?- manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, libeI'll show you Troilus anon ; if he see me, you shall rality, and such like, the spice and salt that seasog see him nod at me. Cres. Will he give you the nod ?

Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked Pan. You shall see.

with no date in the pye,--for then the man's date Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.

is out.

Pan. You are such a woman ! one knows not at Hector passes over.

what ward you lie. Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that; Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector !--There's my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to a brave man, niece.-0 brave Hector !-Look, bow defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my he looks ! there's a countenance : Is't not a brave beauty; and you, to defend all these : and at 6 man?

these wards I lie at a thousand watches. Cres. 0, a brave man

Pan. Say one if your watches.

a man?

Cres. Nay, l'il watch you for that; and that's one Lies the true proof of men : the sea being smooth, of the chiefest of them too; if I cannot ward what How many shallow bauble boats dare sais I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling Upon her patient breast, making their way how I took the blow; unless it swell past hiding, With those of nobler bulk ? and then it is past watching.

But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
Pan. You are such another!

The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold
Enter Troilus' Boy.

The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountainscat,

Bounding between the two moist elements, Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat, Pan. Where?

Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him.

Co-rival'd greatness ? either to harbour fled, Pan. Good boy, tell him I come : [E.xit Boy.) Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece. Doth valour's show, and valour's worth, divide, Cres. Adieu, uncle.

In storms of fortune : For, in her ray and brightness, Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.

The herd hath more annoyance by the brize, Cres. To bring uncle,

Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Makes Hexible the knees of knotted oaks, (courage, Cres. By the same token-you are a bawd. And flies tied under share, Why, then, the thing of

(Erit PANDARUS. As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Words, vows griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, He offers in another's enterprize :

Returns to chiding fortune. But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

Ulyss.

Agamemnon, Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be; Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing : Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: In whom the tempers and the minds of all That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,- Should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks. Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is :

Besides the applause and approbation That she was never yet, that ever knew

The which,-- most mighty for thy place and sway, Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue :

1 To AGAMEMNON. Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech :

[T, NESTOR. Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, I give to both your spezches,-- which were such, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. [Erit. Aš Againemnon and the hand of Greece

Should hold up high in brass; and such again, SCENE III.- The Grecian Camp. Before Aga- As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, memnon's Tent.

Should with a bond of air (strong as the axletree Tru pets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, ULYSSES, To his experienc'd tongue,-yet let it please both,

On which heaven rides,) koit all the Greekish ears Mener aus, and others.

Thou great, -and wise, -to hear Ulysses speak. .Ayam. Princes,

Ayam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less Wha grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks ?

expect The ample proposition, that hope makes

That matter necdless, of importless burden, In all designs begun on earth below,

Divide thy lips; than we are confident, Fails in the promis'd largeness : cheeks and disasters When rank I'hersites opes his mastiff jaws, Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;

We shall hear musick, wit, and oracle. As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,

Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had beep down, Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain

And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master Tortive a d errant from his course of growth. Bat for these instances. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

The specialty of rule hath been neglected : That we c me short of our suppose so far,

And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. Sith every action that hath gone before,

When that the general is not like the hive, Whereof we have record, trial did draw

To whom the foragers shall all repair, Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,

What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, And that unbodied figure of the thought

The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. That gav't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, The heavens themselves, the planets and this centro Do you with cheeks abash'd bebold our works; (else Observe degree, priority, and place, And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, But the protractive trials of great Jove,

Office, and custom, in all line of order : To find persistive constancy in men ?

And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, The finen ss of which metal is not found

In noble eminence enthron’d and spher'd
In fortun 's love; for then, the bold and coward, Amidst the other; whose med’cinable eye
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,

Corrects the ill aspects of plancts evil,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin: And posts, like the commandment of a king,
But, in the wind and tempest of her frown,

Sans cheek, to good and bad : But, when the planets,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, In evil mixture, to disorder wander,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;

What plagues, and what portents ? what mutiny? And what hath mass, or matter, by itself

What raging of the sea ? shaking of earth? Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horrors,
Nest. ith due observance of thy godlike seat, Divert and crack, rend and deraciuato
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply

The unity and married calm of states
Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Quite from their fixture ? O, when degree is

Whisk is the ladder of all high designs,

And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, The enterprize is sick! How could communities, Shake in and out the rivet ;- And at this spoih Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Sir Valour dies; cries, 0! enough, Parrocos, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,

Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split ali
The primogenitive and due of birth,

In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
But by degree, stand in authentick place ?

Severals and generals of grace exact,
Take but degree away, untune that string,

Achievements, plots, orders, preventious, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets Excitements to the field, or speech for true, In mere oppugnancy: The bounded waters Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, As stuff for these two to make paradoxes. And make a sop of all this solid globe :

Nest. And in the imitation of these twain Strength should be lord of imbecility,

(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns And the rude son should strike his father dead: With an imperial voice,) many are infect. Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, Ajax is grown self-willd; and bears his head (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) In such a rein, in full as proud a place Should lose their names, and so should justice too. As broad Achilles ; keeps his tent like him ; Then every thing includes itself in power,

Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war, Power into will, will into appetite;

Bold as an oracle; and sets Thersites And appetite, an universal wolf,

(A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) So doubly seconded with will and power,

To match us in comparisons with dirt; Must make perforce an universal prey,

To weaken and discredit our exposure And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, How rank soever rounded in with danger. This chaos, when degree is suffocate,

Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; Follows the choking.

Count wisdom as no member of the war; And this neglection of degree it is,

Forestall prescience, and esteem no act That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose

But that of hand : the still and mental parts,It bath to climb. The general's disdain'd

That do contrive how many hands shall strike, By him one step below; he, by the next;

Wben fitness calls them on; and know, by measure That next, by him beneath : so every step,

Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight, Exampled by the first pace that is sick

Why, this hath not a finger's dignity: Of his superior, grows to an envious fever

They call this-bed-work, mappery, closet war Of pale and bloodless emulation :

So that the ram, that batters down the wall, And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot,

For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, They place before his hand that made the engine ; Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. Or those, that with the fineness of their souls

Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd By reason guide his execution. The fever whereof all our power is sick.

Nest. Let this be granted, and Achille.' b rs' Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, Makes many Thetis sons. [Trumpet sounds. What is the remedy ?

Agam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus. Ulyss. The great Achilles,—whom opinion crowns

Enter ÆNEAS. l'he sinew and the forehand of our host,Having his ear full of his airy fame,

Men. From Troy. Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent

Ayam.

What would you 'fore our tent ? Lies mocking car designs: With bim, Patroclus, Æne.

Is this l'pon a lazv bed, the livelong day

Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray ? Breaks scurril jests;

Agam.

Even this. And with ridiculous and awkward action

Æne. May one, that is a herald, and a prince, (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,)

Do a fair message to his kingly ears ? He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arın Thy topless deputation he puts on;

'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice And, like a strutting player,—whose conceit Call Agamemnon head and general. Lics in his namstring, and doth think it rich

Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How may To hear the wooden dialogue and sound

A stranger to those most imperial looks "Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,- Know them from eyes of other mortals ? Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming

Agam.

How? He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks,

Åne, Ay;
'Tis like a chime a mending ; with terms unsquar'd, I ask, that I might waken reverence,
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Would seem l, perboles. At this

fusty stuff, Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
The large Achilles, on his press’d bed lolling, The youthful Phæbus :
From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Which is that god in office, garang men?
Cries Excellent !- Tis Agamemnon just.-

Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ?
Now play me Nestor,-hem, and stroke thy beard, Ayam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy
As he, being 'drest to some oration.

Are ceremonious courtiers. That's done ;-as near as the extremest ends

Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d, Of parallels : as like as Vulcan and his wife : As bending angels; that's their fame in peace : Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent ;

But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls. 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Good arms, strong joints, true swords : and Jove's Arming to answer in a night alarm.

accord, And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age

Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit, Peace, Trojan ; lay thy finger on thy lips !

For that will physick the great myrmidon, bought and sold among those of any wit, like a Bar. Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall barian slave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends. thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,

thing of no bowels, thou ! We'll dress him up in voices : If he fail,

Ajar. You dog! Yet go we under our opinion still

Ther. You scurvy lord ! That we have better men. But, hit or miss,

Ajar. You cur !

[Beating him Our project's life this shape of sense assumes,

Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness; do, camel; Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes. do, do.

Nest. Ulysses,
Now I begin to relish thy advice;

Enter Achilles and PATROCLUS.
And I will give a taste of it forthwith

Achil. Why, how now, Ajax ? wherefore do you To Agamemnon : go we to bim straight.

thus ? Two curs shall tame each other; Pride alone How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man ? Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 't were their bone. Ther. You see him there, do you ?

(Exeunt. Achil. Ay; what's the matter ?

Ther. Nay, look upon him.
Achil. So I do; What's the matter ?

Ther. Nay, but regard him well.
ACT II.

Achil. Well? why I do so.

Ther. But yet you look not well upon him : for, SCENE I.-Another part of the Grecian Camp.

whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.

Achil. I know that, fool.
Enter AJAX and THERSITES

Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself,

Ajar. Therefore I beat thee. Ajar. Thersites,

Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he Ther. Agamemnon,-how if he had boils ? full, utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have all over, generally ?

bobbed his brain, more than he has beat my bones : Ajar. Thersites,

I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia Ther. And those boils did run ?-Say so,--did mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core? This lord, Achilles, -Ajax,—who wears his wit in his Ajar, Dog,

belly, and his guts in his head, - I'll tell you what I Ther. Then would come some matter from him; say of him. I see none now.

Achil. What ?
Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? Ther. I say, this Ajax-
Feel then.

(Strikes him. Achil. Nay, good Ajax. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou (AJAX offers to strike him, ACHILLES interposes mongrel beef-witted lord !

Ther. Has not so much witAjax. Speak then, thou unsalted leaven, speak : Achil. Nay, I must hold you. I will beat thee into handsomeness.

Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, for Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holi- whom he comes to fight. ness : but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an Achil. Peace, fool! oration, than thou learn a prayer without book. Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but the Thou canst strike, canst thou ? red murrain o'thy fool will not : he there; that he ; look you there. jade's tricks!

Ajar. O thou damned cur! I shallAjar. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation. Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ?

Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou Ther. No, I warrant you : for a fool's will shame it. strikest me thus ?

Patr. Good words, Thersites. Ajar. The proclamation,

Achil. What's the quarrel ? Ther. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. Ajar. I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenour Ajar Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch. of the proclamation, and he rails upon me.

Ther. would, thou didst itch from head to foot, Ther. I serve thee not. and I ha the scratching of thee ; I would make thee Ajas. Well, go to, go to. the loathsomest scab in Greece. When thou art forth Ther. I serve here voluntary. on the incursions, thou strikest as slow as another. Achil. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas not Ajar. I say, the proclamation,

voluntary; no man is beaten voluntary; Ajax was Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour on here the voluntary, and you as under an impress. Achilles; and thou art as full of envy at his great- Ther. Even so ?-a great deal of your wit too lies ness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty, ay, that in your sinews, or else there be liars. Hector shall thou barkest at him.

have a great catch, if he knock out either of your Ajar. Mistress Thersites !

brains ; 'a were as good crack a fusty nut with no Ther. Thou shouldst strike him.

kernel. Ajar. Cobloaf!

Achil. What, with me ton, Thersites ? Ther. He would pun thee into shivers with his Ther. There's Ulysses and old Nestor, whose fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit.

wit was mouldy ere your grandsires had nails on Ajax. You whoreson cur ! (Beating him. their tocs, ---yoke you like draught oxen, and make Ther. Do, do.

you plough up the wars. Ajar. Thou stool for a witch !

Achil. What, what? Tner. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! thou Ther. Yes, good sooth; To, Achilles! to, Ajax ! to! bast no more brain than I have in mine elbows; an Ajar. I shall cut out your tongue. assinego may tutor thee : Thou scurvy valiant ass! Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as thou art here put to thrash Trojans; and thou art thou, afterwards.