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Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant;
But I am weaker than a woman's tear,
Tamer than fleep, fonder than ignorance;
Less valiant than the virgin in the night,
And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding.

Troi. Have I not tarry'd?

Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the boulting.

Troi. Have I not tarry'd ?

Pan. I fpeak no more than truth.
Troi. Thou dost not speak so much.

Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in 't. Let her be as the is: if the be fair, 'tis the better for her; an the be not, she has the mends in her own hands.

Troi. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus ? Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; ilthought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between and between, but fmall thanks for my labour.

Troi. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me?

Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore the's Pan. Ay, the boulting; but you muft tarry the not fo fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, leavening.

Troi. Still have I tarry'd.

Pan. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the word-hereafter the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.

Troi. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be,
Doth leffer blench 2 at sufferance than I do.
At Priam's royal table do I fit;

And when fair Creffid comes into my thoughts,-
So, traitor!-when she comes !-When is the
thence ?

Pan. Well, the look'd yester-night fairer than ever I faw her look; or any woman elfe.

Troi, I was about to tell thee, - When my heart,
As wedged with a figh, would rive in twain;
Left Hector or my father should perceive me,
I have (as when the fun doth light a storm)
Bury'd this figh in wrinkle of a fmile:
But forrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness,
Is like that mirth fate turns to fudden fadness.

she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. But what care 1? I care not, an fhe were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.

Troi. Say I, she is not fair?

Pan. Í do not care whether you do or ne. She's a fool, to stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and fo I'll tell her, the next time I fea her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter.

Troi. Pandarus,

Pan. Not I.

Troi. Sweet Pandarus,

Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me I will leave all as I found it, and there an end.

[Exit Pandarus. [Sound alarum. Troi. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude founds!

Fools on both fides! Helen must needs be fair,
When with your blood you daily paint her thus.
I cannot fight upon this argument;
It is too ftarv'd a subject for my fword.
But Pandarus-O gods, how do you plague me !
I cannot come to Creffid, but by Pandar;
And he's as techy to be woo'd to woo,

Pan. An her hair were not fomewhat darker
than Helen's, (well, go to) there were no more
comparifon between the women, But, for my
part, she is my kinfwoman; I would not, as they As she is stubborn-chafte against all fuit.
term it, praise her, -But I would fomebody had Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,
heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dif-
praise your fifter Cassandra's wit: but-

Troi. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus!-
When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd,
Reply not in how many fathoms deep
They lie indrench'd, I tell thee, I am mad
In Creffid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair;
Pour'ft in the open ulcer of my heart
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait; her voice
Handleft in thy difcourse:-O that her hand!
In whose comparifon all whites are ink,
Writing their own reproach; to whose soft feizure
The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of fenfe 3
Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'ft
me,

As true thou tell'st me, when I say, I love her;
But, faying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Thou lay'it in every gash that love hath given me
The knife that made it.

What Creffid is, what Pandar, and what we?
Her bed is India; there the lies, a pearl :
Between our Ilium, and where the refides,
Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood;
Ourfelf, the merchant; and this failing Pandar,
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
[Alarum.] Enter Æneas.
Ane. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore
not afield?
[forts,

Troi. Because not there; This woman's answer
For womanish it is to be from thence.
What news, Æneas, from the field to-day?

Ene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt,
Troi, By whom, Æneas?

Ane. Troilus, by Menelaus.

Troi. Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a fear to fcorn, Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum,

Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town

to-day!

I Fonder for more childish. 2 To blench is to shrink, start, or fly off. 3 The meaning is, In comparison with Cressid's hand, the spirit of fense, the utmost degree, the most exquilite power of fenfibility, which implies a foft hand, fince the sense of touching refides chiefly in the fingers, is hard as the callous and insensible palm of the ploughman.

She may make the best of a bad bargain,

4 Mr. Steevens thinks this phrafe means, Trai

Troi. Better at home, if would I might, were may.-- Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to But, to the fport abroad; - Are you bound thither?

Enter Greffida, and Alexander ber fervant.

Cre. Who were those went by ?

Serv. Queen Hecuba, and Helen.
Cre. And whither go they?

Serv. Up to the eastern tower,

Whose height commands as fubject all the vale,
To fee the battle. Hector, whose patience
Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd:
He chid Andromache, and ftruck his armourer;
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the fun rofe, he was harness'd light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
In Hector's wrath.

Cre. What was his caufe of anger?

[Greeks

Ilium?

Helen was not up, was the?

Cre. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.
Pan. E'en fo; Hector was stirring early.
Cre. That were we talking of, and of his anger.
Pan. Was he angry?
Cre. So he fays here.

Pan. True, he was fo; I know the cause too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there's Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too.

Cre. What, is he angry too?

Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man

of the two.

Cre. O, Jupiter! there's no comparifon.

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector?

Do you know a man, if you fee him?

Cre. Ay; if I ever faw him before, and knew him.
Pan. Well, I fay, Troilus is Troilus.

Cre. Then you fay as I say; for, I am fure, he

Serv. The noife goes this: There is among the is not Hector.

A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
They call him, Ajax.

Gre. Good; And what of him?

Sere. They fay he is a very man per fe,

And stands alone.

Cre. So do all men; unless they are drunk, fick, or have no legs.

Serv. This man, lady, hath robb'd many beafts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lion, churlith as the bear, flow as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath fo crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, his folly fauced with difcretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome ftain of it: he is melancholy without caufe, and merry against the hair2: he hath the joints of every thing; but every thing fo out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblinded Argus, all eyes and no fight.

Gre. But how should this man, that makes me fmile, make Hector angry ?

Serv. They fay, he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle, and ftruck him down; the difdain and Thame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector fafting and waking.

Enter Pandarus.

Cre. Who comes here?

Serv. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
Cre. Hector's a gallant man.

Serv. As may be in the world, lady.
Pan. What's that? what's that?

Cre. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.

Pan. Good morrow, coufin Creffid: What do you talk of?-Good morrow, Alexander. How do you, coufin? When were you at Ilium 3 ? Cre. This morning, uncle.

Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in fome degrees.

Cre. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
Pan. Himfelf? Alas, poor Troilus! I would,

he were,

Cre. So he is.
Pan.-'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India.
Cre. He is not Hector.

Pan. Himfelf? no, he's not himself. -'Would 'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time muft friend or end: Well, Troilus, well,I would, my heart were in her body!-No, Hector is not a better man than Troilus.

Cre. Excuse me.
Pan. He is elder.
Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. The other's not come to 't; you fhall tell me another tale, when the other's come to 't. Hector shall not have his wit this year.

Cre. He shall not need it, if he have his own.
Pan. Nor his qualities.
Cre. No matter.

Pan. Nor his beauty.

Cre. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. Pan. You have no judgement, niece: Helen her. felf fwore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, (for fo 'tis, I must confefs)-Not brown

neither.

Cre. No, but brown.

Pan. 'Faith, to fay truth, brown and not brown.
Cre. To fay the truth, true and not true.
Pan. She prais'd his complexion above Paris.
Cre. Why, Paris hath colour enough.
Pan. So he has.

Cre. Then Troilus should have too much: if the prais'd him above, his complexion is higher than his; he having colour enough, and the other

Pan. What were you talking of, when I came ? | higher, is too flaming a praife for a good com

• To be crushed into folly, is to be confused and mingled with folly, fo as that they make one mafs together. 2 This is a phrafe equivalent to another now in ufe-against the grain. 3 Ilium was the palace of Troy.

plexion. One and fifty bairs, quoth he, and one cubite: That white bair is my father, and all the reft are bis for.. Jupiter! quoth the, which of th fe bairs is Far my busband? The forked one, quoth he; plack it out, and give it him. But, there was fuch laughing! and Helen so blush'd, and Paris so chat, and all the rest so laugh'd, that it país d.

Cre. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by.

Pan. Weil, coufin, I told you a thing yesterda think on 't.

Pan. I'll be fworn, 'tis true; he will weep улс, an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound a retreatGre. And I'll (pung up in his tears, an 'twore a nettle against May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Shall we stand up here, and fee them, as they pais toward Ilium? goed niece, do; sweet niece Creilaia. Cre. At your picature.

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; bere we may fee most bravely: I'll tell you them 1 by their names, as they país by; but mark Tru

Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not: mk devil come to him, it's all one: By god's ad cortes Par yonder comes Paris: look ye yonder, niece; L' not a gallant man too, is 't not ? Why, this a

Pan. Quoth fhe, Here's but one and fifty bairs on does one's heart good :-Yonder

Pan. That's true; make no question of that. brave now. Who faid, he came home hurt to

The compass'd window is the same as the bow-window. 2 The word lifter means a thief. We 3 The allufion here is to the word 88, fill call a perfon who plunders thops, a shop-lifter. which, es now, did in our author's time, and long before, fignify a filly fellow, and may, by a etymology, ignify hkewife full of nods. Creifid means, that a noddy shall have more mus

day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's what I would not have hit, I can watch you for heart good now. Ha! 'would I could fee Troilus telling how I took the blow; unless it well pait

now!-you snail fee Troilus anon.

Gre. Who's that?

Helenus passes over.

Pan. That's Helenus, -1 marvel, where Troilus is: That's Helenus; -1 think he went not forth to-day-That's Helenus.

Cre. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?

hiding, and then it is part watching.
Pan. You are fuch another!

Enter Troilus' Boy.

Bey. Sir, my lord would inttantly speak with you.

Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come [Exit Boy]:

Pan. Helenus? no;-yes, he'll fight indifferent I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.

well:-I marvel, where Troilus is!-Hark; do

you not hear the people cry, Troilus? Helenus

is a pricft.

Cre. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?
Troilus pafles over.

Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'Tis
Troilus! there's a man, niece! - Hem!-Brave
Troilus! the prince of chivalry!

Gre. Peace, for shame, peace!

Cre. Adieu, uncle.

Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
Cre. To bring, uncle,-

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

Cre. By the fame token-you are a bawd.
[Exit Pandarus.
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facritice,
He offers in another's enterprize:
But more in Troilus thousand fold I fee

Pan. Mark him; note him:-O brave Troi- Than in the glafs of Pandar's praife may be; 1us!-look well upon him, niece; look you, how Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing; his fword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd Things won are done, joy's foul lies in the doing: than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he That the belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,goes! O admirable youth! he ne'er faw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : had I a fifter were a grace, or a daughter a god- That she was never yet, that ever knew dess, he should take his choice. O admirable Love got so sweet, as when defire did fue : man! Paris?-Paris is dirt to him; and, I war- | Therefore this maxim out of love 1 teach, rant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to Atchievement is, command; ungain'd, beseech:

camel.

Cre. Well, well.

bear,

Then though my heart's content 3 firm love doth
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

[Exeunt.

Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Ulyffes,
Menelaus, with others.

Pan. Well, well? Why, have you any difcre- Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and difasters tion? have you any eyes? Do you know what a Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; rman is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, difcourse, As knots, by the conflux of meeting fap, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, libe- Infect the found pine, and divert his grain

defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; beauty; and you, to defend all thefe: and at all And think them shames, which are, indeed,

• To account for the introduction of this quibble, it should be remembered that dites were an 2 i. c. that woman. 3 Content for capacity. ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every kind.

In

Ulyf. Troy, yet upon her bafis, had been down,
And the great Hector's fword had lack'd a mafter,
But for thefe inftances.

The specialty of rule 4 hath been neglected;
And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
Hollow upon this plain, fo many hollow factions.
When that the general is not like the hive,
To whom the foragers shall all repair,

Neft. With due observance of thy godlike feat, Whrat honey is expected? Degree being vizarded,

1 The brize is the gad or horse-fly. a It is faid of the tiger, that in storms and high winds he rages and roars most furioufly. 3 Hatch'd in filver, may mean, whose white han and beard make bun look like a figure engraved on filver. + i. e. the particular rights of fupreme authority. i. e. the center of the earth, which, according to the Ptolemaic system, then in vogue, is the center of the folar fyitem. 6 i. c. corporations, companies, confraternities. 7 That goes backward fiep by Пер.