Cre. At your Pleasure,

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent Place, here we may fee most bravely, I'll tell you them all by their Names, as they pass by, but mark Troilus above the rest.

Eneas paffes over the Stage.

Cre. Speak not fo loud.

Pan. That's Aneas; is not that a brave Man? he's one of the Flowers of Troy, I can tell you, but mark Troilus, you fhall fee anon.

Cre. Who's that?

Antenor paffes over the Stage.

Pan. That's Antenor, he has a fhrewd Wit, I can tell you, and he's a Man good enough, he's one o' th' founde ft Judg ment in Troy whofoever, and a proper Man of Perfon; when comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he feee me, you fhall fee him nod at me.

Cre. Will he give you the nod?

Pan. You fhall fee.

Cre. If he do, the Rich fhall have more.

Hector paffes over.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that, there's a Fellow. Go thy way, Hector, there's a brave Man, Neice, O brave Hector! Look how he looks? there's a Countenance! is't not a brave Man?

Cre. O brave Man!

Pan. Is a not? It does a Man's Heart good, look you what hacks are on his Helmet, look you yonder, do you fee? Look you there? There's no jefting; laying on, tak't off who will, as they fay; there be hacks.

Cre. Be thofe with Swords?

Paris paffes over.

Pan. Swords, any thing, he cares not, and the Devil come to him, it's all one; by Godslid it does ones Heart good. Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: Look ye yonder, Neice, is't not a gallant Man too, is't not? Why, this is brave now: Who faid he came home hurt to Day? He's not hurt ; why, this will do Helen's Heart good now, ha? Would I could fee Troilus now, you shall fee Troilus anon.

Cre. Who's that?

Helenus

Helenus paffes over.

: Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is, that's HeLenus think he went not forth to Day; that's Helenus. Gre. Can Helenus fight, Uncle?

Pan Helenus, no-Yes, he'll fight indifferent well—I marvel were Troilus is; hark, do you not hear the People cry Troilus? Helenus is a Prieft.

Cre. What feaking Fellow comes yonder?

Troilus paffes over.

Pan. Where! Yonder? That's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! There's a Min, Neice---hem---brave Troilus; the Prince of Chivalry.

Cre. Peace, for fhame, peace.

Pan. Mark him, note him: O brave Troilus: Look well upon him, Neice, look you how his Sword is bloodied, and his Helm more back'd then 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; had I a Sister were a Grace, or a Daughter a Goddefs, he should take his choice. O admirable Man! Paris? Paris is dirt to him, and I warrant, Helen to change would give Mony to boot.

Enter common Soldiers,

Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Ales, Fools, Dolis, Chaff and Bran, Chaff and Bran; Porridge after Meat. I could live and dye i'th' 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, thin Agamemnon and all Greece.

Cre. There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better Man than Troilus.

Pan. Achilles? a Dray-man, a Porter, a very Camel.
Cre. Well, well.

Pan. Well, well----Why, have you any Difcretion? Have you any Eyes? Do you know what a Man is? Is not Birth, Beauty, good Shape, Difcourfe, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, and fo forth, the Spice and Salt that feafons a Man?

Cre. 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.

Pan. You are fuch another Woman, one knows not at what ward you lye.

Cre. Upon my Back, to defend my Belly; upon my Wit, to defend my Wiles; upon my Secrefie, to defend mine Honefly; my Mask to defend my Beauty, and you to defend all thefe; and at all thefe Wards I lye at a thousand Watches.

Pan. Say one of your Watches.

Cre, Nay, I'll watch you for that, and that's one of the chiefeft of them too; if I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow, unless it fwell paft hiding, and then it is paft watching.

Enter Boy.

Pan. You are fuch another.

Boy. Sr, my Lord would instantly speak with you.
Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own Houfe.

Pan. Good Boy, tell him I come, I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good Niece.

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 Pan.

Words, Vows, Gifts, Tears, and Loves full Sacrifice,

He offers in another's Enterprize:

But more in Troilus thoufand fold I fee,

Then in the Glafs of Pandar's praife may be.

Yet hold I off. Women are Angels wooing,
Things won are done, the Soul's joy lyes in doing:
That the belov'd, knows nought that knows not this;
Men prize the thing ungain'd, more than it is.
That the, was never yet, that ever knew
Love go fo fweet, as when defire did fue:
Atchievement is command; ungain'd, befeech.
Therefore this Maxim out of Love I teach;

That though my Heart Content's firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that thall from mine Eyes appear.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE II. Agamemnon's Tent in the Grecian Camp.

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

Agam. Princes;

What Grief hath fet the Jaundife on your Cheeks?
The ample Propofition that hopes make

In all defigns begun on Earth below,

Fails in the promis'd largenefs; checks and difafters
Grow in the veins of Actions highest rear’d.
As knots by the conflux of meeting Sap,
Infect the found Pine, and divert his Grain
Tortive and errant from his courfe of growth.
Nor, Princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come short of our fuppofe fo far,
That after seven years Siege, yet Trey Walls stand;
Sith every Action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have Record, Trial did draw
Bias and thwart, not answering the aim,
And that unbodied Figure of the thought
That gav't furmifed fhape. Why then, you Princes,
Do you with Cheeks abafh'd, behold our Works,
And think them shame, which are, indeed, nought elfe
But the protractive Trials of great Jove,

To find perfiftive Conftancy in Men ?

The fineness of which Metal is not found

In Fortune's love; for then, the Bold and Coward,
The Wife and Fool, the Artift and unread,
The hard and foft, feem all affin'd, and kins.
But in the Wind and Tempeft of her Frown,
Diftinction with a loud and powerful Fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath Mafs, or Matter by it felf,
Lies rich in Virtue, and unmingled.

Neft. With due obfervance of thy godly Seat,
Great Agamemnon, Neftor fhall apply
Thy latest Words.

In the reproof of Chance,

Lies the true proof of Men: The Sea being smooth,
How many fhallow bauble Boats dare fail

Upon her patient Breaft, making their way
With those of noble Bulk?

But let the Ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and anon, behold,

The ftrong ribb'd Bark thro' liquid Mountains cuts,
Bounding between the two moift Elements,
Like Perfeus Horse: Where's then the fawcy Boat,
Whose weak untimber'd fides but even now
Co-rival'd Greatnefs? Either to harbour fled,
Or made a Toft for Neptune. Even so,
Doth Valour's fhew, and Valour's worth divide
In ftorms of Fortune.

For, in her ray and brightness,

The Herd hath more annoyance by the Brize
Than by the Tyger: But, when the splitting Wind
Makes flexible the knees of knotted Oaks,
And Flies filed under fhade, why then

The thing of Courage,

As rowz'd with rage, with rage doth fympathize,
And with an accent tun'd in felf-fame Key,
Retires to chiding Fortune.

Vlyf. Agamemnon,

Thou great Commander, Nerve and Bone of Greece,
Heart of our Numbers, Soul, and only Spiri,
In whom the Tempers, and the Minds of all
Should be thut up: Hear what Ulyffes fpeaks.
Befides th❜Applause and Approbation

The which, moft Mighty, for thy Place and Merit,[To Aga. And thou moft reverend for thy ftretcht-out Life, [ToNeft.

I give to both your Speeches, which were fuch,

As Agamemnon and the Hand of Greece

Should hold up high in Brafs; and fuch again
As venerable Neftor (hatch'd in Silver)

Should with a bond of Air, ftrong as the Axle-tree
On which the Heavens ride, knit all Greeks Ears

To his experienc'd Tongue: Yet let it please both
(Thou Great and Wife) to hear Ulysses fpeak.

Aga. Speak, Prince of Ithaca: and be't of less expect,
That matter needlefs, of importless burthen
VO L. IV.

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