And altogether more tractable.

Ajax. Why fhould a man be proud?
How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is.
Aga. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your
virtues

The fairer. He that's proud, eats up himself:
Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his
Own chronicle: and whate'er praises itself
But in the deed, devours the deed i' the praise.

Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the en-10 gendering of toads.

Neft. [Afide.] And yet he loves himself; Is it not strange?

Re-enter Ulyffes.

Ajax. An all men were o' my mind,

[Afide.

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Uly. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. 15 Uly. Wit would be out of fashion.

Aga. What's his excufe?

Uly. He doth rely on none;

But carries on the stream of his difpofe,
Without obfervance or refpect of any,
In will peculiar and in felf admiffion.

Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request,
Untent his perfon, and share the air with us?

Ulyss: Things small as nothing, for request's sake
only,

He makes important: Poffeft he is with greatnefs; 25
And speaks not to himself, but with a pride
That quarrels at felf breath: imagin'd worth
Holds in his blood fuch fwoln and hot difcourfe,
That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,
And batters down himself: What should I say?
He is fo plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it
Cry-No recovery.

Aga. Let Ajax go to him.

Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent:
'Tis faid, he holds you well; and will be led,
At your request, a little from himself.

Ulyff. O Agamemnon, let it not be fo!
We'll confecrate the fteps that Ajax makes,

Ajax. He fhould not bear it so,

30 Here is a man—

I will be filent.

Neft. Wherefore should you fo?
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Uly. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. 35 Ajax. A whorefon dog, that shall palter thus with us!

When they go from Achilles: Shall the proud lord, 40
That baftes his arrogance with his own feam2;
And never fuffers matter of the world
Enter his thoughts,-save such as do revolve
And ruminate himself,-shall he be worshipp'd
Of that we hold an idol more than he ?
No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord
Muft not fo ftale his palm, nobly acquir'd;
Nor, by my will, affubjugate his merit,
As amply titled as Achilles is,

By going to Achilles :

That were to enlard his fat-already pride;
And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns
With entertaining great Hyperion.
This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid;
And fay in thunder-Achilles, go to him,

Neft. O, this is well: he rubs the vein of him.

[Afide. Dio. And how his filence drinks up this applaufe! [Afide.

Ajax. If I go to him, with my armed fift

45 Praife him that got thee, fhe that gave thee fuck:
Fam'd be thy tutor: and thy parts of nature
Thrice-fam'd, beyond all erudition:

But he that difciplin'd thy arms to fight,
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,

50 And give him half: and, for thy vigor,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield

To finewy Ajax. I will not praife thy wisdom,
Which, like a bourn 3, a pale, a shore, confines
Thy fpacious and dilated parts: Here's Neftor,
55 Inftructed by the antiquary times,

He muft, he is, he cannot but be wife ;-
But pardon, father Neftor, were your days
As green as Ajax, and your brain fo temper'd,
You fhould not have the eminence of him,
60 But be as Ajax.

Alluding to the decifive fpots appearing on thofe infected by the plague.

3 To pheeze is to comb or curry. 4 i. e. ftuff him with praises (from farcir, Fr.), boundary, and fometimes a rivulet dividing one place from another,

2 Seam is greak. A burn is a

Ajas

Enter Pandarus, and a Servant. [Mufick within.
Pan. RIEND! you! pray you, a word:

Paris?

Serv. Ay, fir, when he goes before me.
Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean?
Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.
Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman;

I muft needs praise him,

Serv. The lord be praised!

Pan. You know me, do you not?

Serv. 'Faith, fir, fuperficially.

Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord
Pandarus.

Serv. I hope I shall know your honour better.
Pan, I do defire it.

Serv. You are in the state of grace?

Pan. Grace! not fo, friend; honour and lordship are my titles :-What music is this?

Serv, I do but partly know, fir; it is mufick in parts.

Pan. Know you the musicians?

Serv. Wholly, fir.

Pan. Who play they to?

Serv. To the hearers, fir,

Pan. At whofe pleasure, friend?

Serv. At mine, fir, and theirs that love mufick.

Pan. Command, I mean, friend?

Serv. Who fhall I command, fir?

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(complimental affault upon him, for my business
feeths.

Serv, Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase,
indeed!

Enter Paris, and Helen, attended.

Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this
fair company! fair defires, in all fair measure,
fairly guide them!-especially to you, fair queen!
25 fair thoughts be your fair pillow!

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, fweet queen.-
Fair prince, here is good broken musick.

Par. You have broke it, coufin: and, by my
30life, you fhall make it whole again; you shall
piece it out with a piece of your performance :-
Nell, he is full of harmony,

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Pan. Truly, lady, no.

Helen. O, fir,

Pan. Rude, in footh; in good footh, very rude,
Par. Well faid, my lord! well, you fay fo in fits.
Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen :-
My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?

Helen. Nay, this fhall not hedge us out; we'll
40 hear you fing, certainly.

145)

Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At 50 whofe request do these men play?

Serv. That's to 't, indeed, fir: Marry, fir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in perfon; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible soul ',

Pan. Who, my coufin Creffida?

Serv. No, fir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes?

Pan. Well, fweet queen, you are pleasant with
Ime. But (marry) thus, my lord.-My dear
lord, and most efteemed friend, your brother
Troilus-

Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-fweet lord,-
Pan. Go to, fweet queen, go to:-commends
himself most affectionately to you.

Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody;
If you do, our melancholy upon your head!
Pan. Sweet queen, fweet queen; that's a sweet
queen, i'faith.

Helen. And to make a fweet lady fad, is a four
offence.

Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that 55fhall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for fuch words; no, no.-And, my lord, he defires you, that, if the king call for him at fupper, you will make his excufe.

Par. What exploit's in hand? where fups he How chance my brother Troilus went not? to-night?

Helen. Nay, but my lord,

Pan. What fays my fweet queen? My coufin will fall out with you.

Helen. You must not know where he sups.

Par. I'll lay my life, with my difpofer Creffida. Pan. No, no, no fuch matter, you are wide; come, your difpofer is fick.

Par. Well, I'll make excufe.

Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why fhould you fay-Creffida? no, your poor difpofer's fick.

Par. I fpy1.

Pan. You fpy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an inftrument.-Now, fweet queen.

Helen. Why, this is kindly done.

Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, fweet queen.

Helen. She thall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris.

Pan. He! no, fhe'll none of him; they two are twain.

Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three 2.

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Helen. He hangs the lip at fomething ;—you know all, lord Pandarus.

Pan. Not I, honey-fweet queen.-I long to hear how they fped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excufe?

Par. To a hair.

Pan. Farewel, sweet queen.

Helen. Commend me to your niece.

Pan. I will, fweet queen. [Exit. Sound a retreat. Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's hall,

[you

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo
To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles,
15 With thefe your white enchanting fingers touch'd,
Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel,
Or force of Greekith finews; you shall do more
Than all the island kings, difarm great Heftor.
Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his fervant,
Paris:

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Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; 25 I'll fing you a fong now.

Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, fweet lord, thou haft a fine forehead.

Pan. Ay, you may, you may.

Yea, what he fhall receive of us in duty
Gives us more palm in beauty than we have;
Yea, over-fhines ourself.

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE

Pandarus' Garden.

II.

Enter Pandarus, and Troilus' man.

Pan. How now? where's thy mafter? at my

Helen. Let thy fong be love: this love will un-30 coufin Creffida's ? do us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!

"The fhaft confounds

"Not that it wounds, "But tickles ftill the fore.

"Thefe lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die!
"Yet that which feems the wound to kill,
"Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!

"So dying love lives ftill:
"Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
"Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!
"Hey ho!"
Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the

nofe.

Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.

Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day?

Serv. No, fir; he stays for you to condu& him thither.

Enter Troilus.

Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now?
Troi. Sirrah, walk off.

Pan. Have you seen my coufin?

Troi. No, Pandarus: I ftalk about her door, Like a ftrange foul upon the Stygian banks Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, 40 And give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the lily beds

45

Propos'd for the deferver! O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid's fhoulder pluck his painted wings,
And fly with me to Creffid!

Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I will bring her
ftraight.
[Exit Pandarus.
Troi. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relifh is fo fweet

That it enchants my fenfe; What will it be, 50 When that the watry palate taftes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; Swooning deftruction; or fome joy too fine, Too fubtle potent, tun'd too fharp in fweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers: 55I fear it much; and I do fear befides,

Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have 60

Pan. She's making her ready, fhe'll come arm'd to-day, but my Nell would not have it foftraight; you must be witty now. She does fo

This is the ufual exclamation at a childish game called Hie, Spy, bie. reconciliation and wanton dalliance of two lovers after a quarrel, may produce a child, and fo make 2 i. e. fays Mr. Tollet, the three of two.

bluff,

blush, and fetches her wind fo short, as if the were
frayed with a fprite: I'll fetch her. It is the
prettiest villain :the fetches her breath as fhort
as a new-ta'en sparrow.
[Exit Pandarus.
Troi. Even fuch a paffion doth embrace my
bofom :

My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse;
And all my powers do their bestowing lofe,
Like vaffalage at unawares encount'ring
The eye of majesty.

Enter Pandaras, and Creffida.

5

Cre. They fay, all lovers fwear more performance than they are able, and yet referve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters?

Troi. Are there fuch? fuch are not we: Praife us as we are tafted, allow us as we prove; our head fhall go bare, 'till merit crown it: no perrofection in reverfion fhall have a praife in prefent : we will not name defert, before his birth; and being born, his addition fhall be humble 4. Few words to fair faith: Troilus fhall be fuch to Creffid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus.

Pan. Come, come, what need you blufh?
fhame's a baby.-Here fhe is now: fwear the
oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me.
What, are you gone again? you must be watch'd 15
ere you be made tame, must you? Come your
ways, come your ways; an you draw back-
ward, we'll put you i' the files 2.-Why do you
not speak to her !-Come, draw this curtain, and
let's fee your picture. Alas the day, how loth zo
you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark, you'd
clofe fooner. So, fo; rub on, and kiss the mif-
trefs. How now, a kifs in fee-farm! build there,
carpenter; the air is fweet. Nay, you fhall
fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The faul-25
con as the tercel, for all the ducks i' the river 3:
go to, go to.

Troi. You have bereft me of all words, lady.
Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds:

Cre. Will you walk in, my lord?

Re-enter Pandarus.

Pan. What, blufhing ftill? have you not done talking yet?

Cre. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my lord; if he flinch, chide me for it.

Troi. You know now your hoftages; your uncle's word, and my firm faith.

Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too;

but the'll bereave you of the deeds too, if the cail 30 our kindred, though they be long ere they are

your activity in queftion. What, billing again? here's-In witness whereof the parties interchangeably-Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire.

[Exit Pandarus.

Cre. Will you walk in, my lord? 135 Trei. O Creffida, how often have I wifh'd me thus?

Cre. Wish'd, my lord?-The gods grant!-O my lord!

Troi. What should they grant? what makes this 40 pretty abruption? What too curious dreg efpies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love?

Cre. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.

woo'd, they are conftant, being won: they are burrs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown.

Cre. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me
heart:

Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day,
For many weary months.

Troi. Why was my Creffid then fo hard to win?
Cre. Hard to feem won; but I was won, my
lord,

With the first glance that ever-Pardon me :-
If I confefs much, you will play the tyrant,

I love you now; but not, 'till now, fo much
But I might mafter it :-in faith, I lye;

Troi. Fears make devils of cherubims; they 45 My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown never fee truly.

Cre. Blind fear, that feeing reafon leads, finds fafer footing than blind reason ftumbling without fear: To fear the worft, oft cures the worst.

Troi. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is prefented no monster. Cre. Nor nothing monstrous neither?

Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools!
Why have I blabb'd? who fhall be true to us,
When we are so unfecret to ourselves?

But though I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not; 50 And yet, good faith, I wifh'd myself a man;

Troi. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep feas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tygers; thinking it harder for our mistress 55 to devise impofition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty impofed. This is the monftruofity in love, lady,—that the will is infinite, and the execution confin'd; that the defire is boundless, and the act a flave to limit.

I Alluding to the manner of taming hawks.

Or, that we women had men's privilege
Of fpeaking firft. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue;
For, in this rapture, I fhall furely speak
The thing I fhall repent. See, fee, your filence,
Cunning in dumbnefs, from my weaknefs draws
My very foul of counfel: Stop my mouth.

Troi. And fhall, albeit fweet mufick iffues thence.
Pan. Pretty, i'faith.

Cre. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; 60'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss:

2 Alluding to the custom of putting men fufpected

of cowardice in the middle places.- 3 Pandarus means, that he'll match his niece against her lover for any bett. The tercel is the male hawk; by the faulcon we generally understand the female.

will give him no high or pompous titles.

4 We

I am

When right with right wars who fhall be most
True fwains in love shail, in the world to come,
Approve their truths by Troilus: when their 40
rhymes,

Full of protest, of oath, and big compare,
Want fimilies, truth tir'd with iteration,—
As true as fteel 2, as plantage 3 to the moon,
As fun to day, as turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to the center,-

"I wish," my integrity might be met and matched with fuch equality and force of pure unmingled love." 2 This is an ancient proverbial fimile. 3 Formerly neither fowing, planting, nor grafting, were ever undertaken without a fcrupulous attention to the increase or waning of the moon, as may be proved by the following quotation from Scott's Difcoverie of Witchcraft: "The poore husbandman perceiveth that the increafe of the moone maketh plants fruitfull: fo as in the full moone they are in the best strength; decaicing in the wane; and in the conjunction to utterlie wither and vade."