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Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches spent, Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks: lohrer Helen, and all damage else— A honour, loss of time, travel, expence, Wounds, friends, and what else dear that is tonsum'd In hot digestion of this cormorant war, Mall be struck off-Hector, what say you to't: Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I, *fit as toucheth my particular, yet, Irrad Priam, There is no lady of more softer bowels, Most spungy to suck in the sense of fear, Most ready to cry out—Who knows what follows f Than Hector is: The wound of peace is surety, Safety secure; but modest doubt is call’d The baron of the wise, the tent that searches so the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go : Since the first sword was drawn about this question, *"tithe soul,'mongst many thousand dismes," Hull leen as dear as Helen: i mean, of ours: If we have lost so many tenths of ours, ** a thing not ours; not worth to us, Had it our name, the value of one ten; "hitments in that reason, which denies so yielding of her up t Tro. Fie, fle, my brother I *:h you the worth and honour of a king, * treat as our dread father, in a scale of common ounces? will you with counters sum The past-proportion of his infinite t And luckel-in a waist most fathomless, "ith spans and inches so diminutive *...* and reasons 1 tie, for godly shame! Hel, No marvel, though you bite so sharp at
"Teaths, + Caution.
eyes And I will mň them with prophetic tears. Hect. Peace, sister, peace.
Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry, Add to my clamours! let us pay betimes A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
Cry, Trojans, cry a Helen, and a woe:
strains Of divination in our sister work
So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
The wife I chose 1 there can be no evasion
We turn not back the silks upon the merchant When we have soil'd them ; nor the remainder
It was thought meet,
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: Your breath with full consent bellied his sails;
The seas and winds (old wrauglers) took a truce, And did him service: he touch'd the ports de. [captive, And, for an old aunt f whom the Greeks held He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and
Richer than sea and land to theft most base; That we have stolen what we do fear to keep i
Cry, cryl Troy burns, or else let Helen go.
Some touches of remorse? or is your blood
Such and no other than event doth form it
Cannot distastell the goodness of a quarrel,
Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled
Cry, Trojans, cry I practise your eyes with tears 1
Stick things as might offend the weakest spleen
For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose
Enter The Rsites.
Ther. How now, Thersites ? what, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus 2 he beats me, and I rail at hin: O worthy satisfaction 'would it were otherwise; that I could beat him whilst he railed at me: 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves. 0 thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus ; ; if ye take not that little little less-than-little wit from them that they have which short-armed ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing their massy irons, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp 1 or, rather, the bone-achel for that, methiuks, is the curse dependent on those that war for a placket. I have said Iny prayers; and devil, envy, say Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles
Patr. Who’s there? Thersites? Good Thersites, coine-in asid rail.
Ther. If I could have remembered a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldest not have slipped out of my contemplation : but it is no matter: Thy: self upon thyself . The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue ! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline conne not near thee! Let thy blood ; be thy direction till thy death ! then if she, that lays thee out, says—thou art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't, she never shrouded any but lazars. Amen.—Where's Achilles
Patr. What, art thou devout 1 wast thou in prayer f
Ther. Ay; The heavens hear me !
Achil. Who's there 7 Patr. Thersites, iny lord. Achil. Where, where 2–Art thou come ' Why, iny cheese, my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my table so many meals Conne; what's Agamemnon 1 Ther. Thy columander, Achilles:—Then tell Ine, Patrocius, what's Achilles Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I pray thee, what's thyself? Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou ? Patr. Thou mayest tell, that knowest. Achil. Oh! tell, tell. Ther. I’ll decline the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles; Achilles is in" lord; I am Patrocius' knower; and Paiuoclus is a sool. Patr. You rascal i Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.
• Blustering. + ieuww. 1 The wand of Mercury wreathed with serpents. * Passions. i Leprous persons.
Athil. Derive this; come.
Ther. Agaunemnon is a fool to offer to commaul Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be comunded of Agamemnon: Thersites is a fool to * such a fool; and Patrocius is a foul poslive,
Patr. Why am I a fool?
Ther. Make that demand of the prover.—it
o me, thou art. Look you, who comes here
We come to speak with him : And you shall not situ, If you do say—we think him over-proud, And under-houest; in self-assumption greater, Thail in the mole of judgueut; and worthier than himself Here tend" the savage strangeness the puts on ; Disguise the holy strength of their command, And underwrite: in an observing kind His humourous predominance; yea, watch His pettish lunes, § his ebbs, his flows, as if The passage and whole carriage of this action Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add, That, if he overhold his price so much, We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine Not portable, lie under this report— Bring action hither, this cannot go to war: A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant:-Tell him so. Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently. (Erit. Agam. In second voice we’ll not be satisfied, We coune to speak with him.–Ulysses, enter. - [Erit ULYsses. Ajar. What is he more than another ? Again. No more than what he thinks he is. Ajar, is he so much Do you not think, he thinks himself a better man than I aut Agam. No question. fjar. Will you subscribe his thought, and say —he is f Agam. No, noble Ajax : you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable. Ajar, Why should a mau be proud : How doth pride grow 1 I know not what pride is. Agam. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your virtues the fairer. . He that is proud, eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. Ajar. I do hate, a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nest. And yet he loves himself: Is it not strange t [Aside.
Ulyss. Achilles will not to the field to-mor-
Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve
Dio. You must prepare to sight without
Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does
Here is a man—But 'tis before his face;
Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor-
Enter PANDARus and a SER warr.
Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris? Serv. Ay, Sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon him, I meant Sert. Sir, I do depend upon the lord. Pan. You do depend upon a uolole gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be praised Pan. You know me, do you not f Serv. 'Faith, Sir, superficially. Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour bet. ter. Pan. I do desire it. Serv. You are in the state of grace. [Music within. Pan. Grace not so, friend; honour and landship are my titles:—What music is this f Serv. I do but partly know, Sir ; it is music In parts. Pan. Know you the musicians? Serv. Wholly, Sir. Pan. Who play they to ? Serv. To the hearers, Sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend ? Serv. At mine, Sir, and their's that love music. Pan. Command, I mean, friend. Serv. Who shall I command, Sir f Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these men play t Serv. That’s to't, indeed, Sir : Marry, Sir ol the request of Paris my lord, who is there to person"; with him, the mortal Venus, the heartblood of beauty, love's invisible soul, Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida f Serv. No, Sir, Helen; could you not find out that by her attributes ? Pan. it should seem, fellow, that thou ho not seen the lady cressida. i come to speak with
Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make *
couplimental assault upon him, for my busin”
Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this ,
fair company fair desires, in all fair me.” "
Hey hot Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose. 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 vi. pers : Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day ? Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-night, but my Nell would not have it so. How chance my brother Troilus went not? Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen, I long to hear how they sped to-day.—You'll remember your brother's excuse? Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. Helen. Commend me to your niece. Pan. I will, sweet queen. [Eu it. [A Retreat sounded. Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's hall, To greet the warriors. you To help orm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Or force of Greekish sinews; you shall do more Than all the islaud kings, disarm great Hector. Belen. "Twill make us proud to be his serwant, Paris : Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Give us more palm in beauty than we have ; Yea, overshines ourself. Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Ereunt.
SCENE II.-The same. PANDARus’ Orchard.
Enter PANDAR Us and a SER v ANT, meeting.
Pan. How now f where’s thy master 7 at my cousin Cressida’s f
Sert. No, Sir ; he stays for you to conduct him thither.
- Enter troilus.
Pan. Oh I here he comes.—How now, how now f
Tro. Sirrah, walk off. [En it. SER v A.N.
Pan. Have you seen my cousin
Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door,
Pan. Walk here i'ule orchard ; I’ll bring her
Sweet Helen, I must woo
That it enchants my sense: What will it be, .