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Cre. At your Pleasure,

Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent Place, here we may

see most bravely, I'll tell you them all by their Names, as

they pass by, but mark Troilus above the rest.

Æneas passes over the Stage.

Cre. Speak not so loud.

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

Cre. Who's that?

Antenor passes over the Stage.

Pan. That's Antenor, he has a shrewd Wit, I can tell you, and he's a Man good enough, he's one o'th' soundest Judgment in Troy whosoever, and a proper Man of Person; when comes Troilus? I'll shew you Troilus anon; if he seee me, you shall see him nod at me.

Cre. Will he give you the nod?

Pan. You shall fee.

Cre. If he do, the Rich shall 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 see? Look you there? There's no jesting; laying on, tak't off who will, as they say; there be hacks.

Cre. Be those with Swords?

Paris passes 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 said 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 see Troilus anon.

Cre. Who's that?

Helenus

Helenus passes over.

Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is, that's He\ lenus I think he went not forth to Day; that's Helenus. Cre. 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 sneaking Fellow comes yonder?
Troilus passes over.

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

Cre. Peace, for shame, 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 saw three and twenty. Go thy way Troilus, go thy way; had I a Sifter were a Grace, or a Daughter a Goddess, 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. Affes, Fools, Dolts, Chaff and Bran, Chaff and Bran; Porridge after Meat. I could live and dye ith' Eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the Eagles are gone, Crows and Daws, Crows and Daws: I had rather be such a Man as Troilus, than 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 Discretion? Have you any Eyes? Do you know what a Man is? Is not Birth, Beauty, good Shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gen. tleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, and so forth, the Spice and Salt that seasons 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 such another Woman, one knows not at what ward you lye.

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Cre. Upon my Back, to defend my Belly; upon my Wit, to defend my Wiles; upon my Secrefie, to defend mine Honesty, my Mask to defend my Beauty, and you to defend all these; and at all these 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 chiefest 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 swell past hiding, and then it is past watching.

Enter Boy.

Pan. You are such another.

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

Boy. At your own House.

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 thousand fold I fee,

Then in the Glass of Pandar's praise 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 so sweer, as when defire did sue :
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 shall from mine Eyes appear.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE II. Agamemnon's Tent in the Gre

cian Camp.

Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Nestor, Ulysses, Diomedes, Menelaus, with others.

Agam. Princes;

What Grief hath set the Jaundise on your Cheeks?
The ample Proposition that hopes make
In all designs begun on Earth below,
Fails in the promis'd largeness; checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of Actions highest rear'd.
As knots by the conflux of meeting Sap,
Infect the sound Pine, and divert his Grain
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Nor, Princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come short of our suppose so far,
That after seven years Siege, yet Troy 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 surmised shape. Why then, you Princes,
Do you with Cheeks abash'd, behold our Works,
And think them shame, which are, indeed, nought elfe
But the protractive Trials of great Jove,
To find perfistive Constancy 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 Artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd, and kins.
But in the Wind and Tempest of her Frown,
Distinction with a loud and powerful Fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath Mass, or Matter by it self,
Lies rich in Virtue, and unmingled.

Neft. With due observance of thy godly Seats

Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
Thy latest Words.

In the reproof of Chance,

Lies the true proof of Men: The Sea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble Boats dare fail
Upon her patient Breast, making their way
With those of noble Bulk ?

But let the Ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and anon, behold,
The strong ribb'd Bark thro'liquid Mountains cuts,
Bounding between the two moist Elements,
Like Perseus Horse: Where's then the sawcy Boat,
Whose weak untimber'd fides but even now
Co-rival'd Greatness ? Either to harbour fled,
Or made a Toft for Neptune. Even so,
Doth Valour's shew, and Valour's worth divide
In storms 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 fled under shade, why then

The thing of Courage,

As rowz'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize,
And with an accent tun'd in self-fame Key,

Retires to chiding Fortune.

Ulys. 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 shut up: Hear what Ulysses speaks.
Befides th Applause and Approbation

The which, most Mighty, for thy Place and Merit, [To Aga.
And thou most reverend for thy stretcht-out Life, [ToNeft.
I give to both your Speeches, which were fuch,
As Agamemnon and the Hand of Greece
Should hold up high in Brass; and fuch again
As venerable Neftor (hatch'd in Silver)

Should with a bond of Air, strong 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 speak.

Aga. Speak, Prince of Ithaca: and be't of less expect,

That matter needless, of importless burthen

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