Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenefs valiant; 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, muft 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. 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, fhe has the mends in her own hands 4. 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 she's Pan. Ay, the boulting; but you must tarry the not fo fair as Helen: an fhe 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. an fhe would be as fair on Friday, as Helen Sunday. But what care I? I care not, an fhe were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me. Troi. Say I, fhe is not fair? Pan. I do not care whether you do or ne. She's a fool, to ftay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and fo I'll tell her, the next time I tes Troi. Patience herfelf, what goddefs e'er fhe be, her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more Doth leffer blench 2 at fufferance than I do. At Priam's royal table do I fit; And when fair Creffid comes into my thoughts,So, traitor !--when he comes !--When is the thence ? in the matter. Troi. Pandarus, Pan. Not I. Trai. Sweet Pandarus, Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will Pan. Well, the look'd yester-night fairer than leave all as I found it, and there an end. ever I faw her look; or any woman elfe. Troi, I was about to tell thee,-When my heart, But forrow, that is couch'd in feeming gladness, Pan. An her hair were not fomewhat darker than Helen's, (well, go to) there were no more comparison between the women,-But, for my part, the is my kinfwoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her,-But I would fomebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not difpraise your fifter Caffandra'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'ft, 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 difcourfe :-O that her hand! In whofe comparifon all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh, and fpirit of fenfe 3 Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell' me, As true thou tell'ft me, when I fay,-I love her; 1 Fonder for more childish. Troi. Peace, you ungracious rude founds ! [Exit Pandarus. [Sound alarum. clamours! peace, Fools on both fides! Helen must needs be fair, Ene. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not afield? [forts, Troi. Because not there; This woman's answer For womanifh it is to be from thence. What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? Ene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt, 2 To blench is to fhrink, ftart, or fly off. 3 The meaning is, In comparison with Creflid's hand, the Spirit of fenfe, the utmost degree, the moft exquifite power of fenfibility, which implies a foft hand, fince the fenfe of touching refides chiefly in the fingers, is hard as the callous and infenfible palm of the ploughman. 4 Mr. Steevens thinks this phrafe means, Trei. She may make the best of a bad bargain. Troi. Better at home, if would I might, were may.- Was Hector arm'd, and gone, ere ye came to But, to the sport abroad;—Are you bound thither? Enter Grefida, and Alexander ber fervant. Serv. Up to the eastern tower, Whofe height commands as fubject all the vale, Gre. What was his caufe of anger? [Greeks Ilium? Helen was not up, was the? Cre. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. Cre. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Cre. So he fays here. Pan. True, he was fo; I know the caufe too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that : and there's Troilus will not come far behind hims let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. Gre. What, is he angry too? Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man Cre. O, Jupiter! there's no comparison. Gre. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew him. Cre. Then you fay as I fay; for, I am fure, he muft friend or end: Well, Troilus, well,--I lion, churlish as the bear, flow as the elephant: al'a were himself! Well, the gods are above; Time man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is cruthed into folly, his folly fauced with difcretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpfe of; nor any man an attaint, but he carries fome ftain of it: he is melancholy without caufe, and merry against the hair; 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. Ge. But how fhould 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 fhame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector fafting and waking. Enter Pandarus. Cre. Who comes here? Serv. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. Serv. As may be in the world, lady. Pan. Good morrow, coufin Creffid: What do you talk of --Good morrow, Alexander.-How do you, coufin? When were you at Ilium 3? 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 'L Hector shall not have his wit this year. Cre. He shall not need it, if he have his own, 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 muft confefs)-Not brown neither. Cre. No, but brown. Pan. 'Faith, to fay truth, brown and not brown. Cre. Then Troilus fhould 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 praise for a good com Cre. This morning, uncle. 1 To be crushed into folly, is to be confused and mingled with felly, 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. plexion. I had as lieve, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nofe. Pan. I fwear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris. Cre. Then the's a merry Greek, indeed. One and fifty bairs, quoth he, and one white : That white bair is my father, and all the reft are bis fo.. Jupiter! quoth the, which of thefe hairs is Park, my bufband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was fuch laugh Pan. Nay, I am fure fhe does. She came to ing! and Helen fo blufh'd, and Paris fo chaf'd, and all the reft fo laugh'd, that it país’d. him the other day into the compafs'd window Cre. Indeed, a tapfter's arithmetic may foon bring his particulars therein to a total. Pan. Why, he is very young and yet will he, within three pound, lift as much as his brother He&tor. Gre. Is he fo young a man, and fo old a lifter 2? Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; he came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin, Cre. With mill-ftones. Pun. And Caflandra laugh'd. Cre. But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. And Hector laugh'd. Cre. At what was all this laughing? Cre. So let it now; for it has been a grea while going by. Pan. Well, coufin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on 't. Cre. So I do. Pan. I'll be fworn, 'tis true; he will weep ya, an 'twere a man born in April. [Sound Fit. Gre. And I'll (pring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle againit May. Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shall we ftand up here, and fee them, as they po's toward Ilium? goed niece, do; fweet niece Cretida Cre. At your pleature. Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; bere we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them :!! by their names, as they país by; but mark Trus above the reft. Eneas paffes over fage. Cre. Speak not fo loud. Pan. That's Eneas; Is not that a brave man Intenor pales over. Pan. That's Antenor; he has a fhrewd wit, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's one o' the foundett judgement in Troy, whoever; and a proper man of perfon :-When comes Troilus ?--I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he to me, you fhall fee him nod at me. Cr. Will he give you the nod ? Cre. If he do, the rich fhall have more 3. Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that' There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector,-There's a brave man, niece.-O brave Hector - L how he looks! there's a countenance: Is 't put a brave man ? Cre. O, a brave man ! Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart growLook you, what hacks are on his helmet: k** Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied you yonder, do you fee? look you there! There's on Troilus' chin. no jefting: laying on; take 't off who w, * Gre. An't had been a green hair, I fhould have they fay: there be hacks! laugh'd toe. L'an. They laugh'd not fo much at the hair, as at his pretty anfwer. Gre. What was his anfwer? Cre. Be thote with fwords? Paris pafes over. Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not; an devil come to him, it's all one: By god's L Como Fur Pan. Quoth fhe, Here's but one and fifty hairs on does one's heart good :-Yonder your chin, and one of them is white. Cre. This is her queftion. Pas. That's true; make no queftion of that. yonder comes Paris: look ye yonder, riece; 5: not a gallant man too, is 't not ?—Way, this a brave now.-Who faid, he came home hurt 2 The word lifter means a thi 3 The allufion here is to the word our 1 The compass'd window is the fame as the bow-window. fill call a peiton who plunders fhops, a fhop-lifter. which, as n w, did in our author's time, and long before, fignify a filly fellow, and may, be etymology, bgly likewife full of nods. Crellid means, that a noddy shall have more xust Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece!-Hem !-Brave Troilus! the prince of chivalry! Gre. Peace, for fhame, peace! what I would not have hit, I can watch you for I Enter Troilus' Boy. Boy. Sir, my lord would inftantly speak with you. Boy. At your own houfe; there he unarms him. Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. Cre. By the fame token-you are a bawd.-- But more in Troilus thoufand fold I fee Pan. Mark him; note him :-O brave TroiJus !-look well upon him, niece; look you, how his fword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he 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 the 2 was never yet, that ever knew defs, he fhould take his choice. O admirable Love got fo fweet, as when defire did fue: man! Paris -Paris is dirt to him; and, I war- Therefore this maxim out of love I teach, rant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to Atchievement is, command; ungain'd, befeech: Then though my heart's content 3 firm love dotla bear, boot. Enter Soldiers, &c. Cre. Here come more. Pan. Alfes, 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 fuch a man as Troilus, than Agamemnon and all Greece. Cre. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a better man than Troilus. Nothing of that fhall from mine eyes appear. [Exeunt. Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Ulyffes, Agam. Princes, Pan. Achilles? a dray-man, a porter, a very What grief hath fet the jaundice on your checks? camel. Gre. 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 fuch a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie. Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my fecrecy, to defend mine honefty; my mafk, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all thefe and at all thefe wards I lie, at a thousand watches. Pan. Say one of your watches. Cr.. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the chiefeft of them too: if I cannot ward The ample propofition, that hope makes But the protractive trials of great Jove, 1 To account for the introduction of this quibble, it should be remembered that dates were an ingredient in ancient paftry of almost every kind. 2 i. c. that woman. 3 Content for capacity. In fortune's love for then, the bold and coward, Uh Troy, yet upon her bafis, had been down, The fpecialty of rule 4 hath been neglected; Neft. With due obfervance of thy godlike feat, What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded, Great Agamemnon, Neftor fhall apply Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Lies the true proof of men: The fea being smooth,| But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The unworthieft fhews as fairly in the mask. Obferve degree, priority, and place, Infiftare, courfe, proportion, fexfon, form, In evil mixture, to diforder wander, And flies flee under fhade, Why, then, the thing Quite from their fixure? O, when degree is fhak'd, of courage 2, As rowz'd with rage, with rage doth fympathize, Uly. Agamemnon, Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, The which,--moft mighty for thy place and fway,— That matter needlefs, of importless burden, Which is the ladder to all high defigns, The enterprize is fick ! How could communities, And the rude fon fhould strike his father dead : And this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward 7, with a purpose 1 The brize is the gad or horf-fly. It is faid of the tiger, that in forms and high winds he rages and roars most furiously. 3 Hatch'd in filver, may mean, whose white han and beard make him look like a figure engraved on filver. 4 i. e. the particular rights of fupreme authority. i. e. the center of the earth, which, according to the Ptolemaic fyftem, then in vogue, is the center of the folar fyitem. 6 i. e. corporations, companies, confraternities. 7 That goes backward fiep by Rep. By |