Cre. So I do.

Pan. I'll be fworn 'tis true; he will weep you an 'twere a Man born in April. [Sound a Retreat. Cre. And I'll fpring up in his Tears, as 'twere a Nettle against May.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the Field, fhall we ftand up here and fee them, as they pafs towards Ilium? good Neice do, fweet Netce Creffida.

Cre. At your Pleasure.

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

Eneas paffes over the Stage.

Cre. Speak not fo 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 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' foundest Judgment in Troy whofoever, and a proper Man of Perfon; when comes Troilus? I'll fhew you Troilus anon; if he fee me, you shall see 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 Hedor, that, that, look you, that, there's a Fellow! Go thy way, Hedor, there's a brave Man, Neice, Obrave Hector! Look how he looks? there's a Countenance! is't not a brave Man?

Cre. O brave Man!

Pan. Is he 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, take't off who will, as they fay; there he hacks.

Cre. Be thole with Swords?

Paris

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 paffes over.

Pan. That's Helenus. I marvel where Troilus is, that's Helenus----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 where Troilus is; hark, do you not hear the People cry Troilus? Helenus is a Prieft.

Cre. What sneaking Fellow comes yonder?

Troilus paffes over.

Pan. Where! Yonder? That's Deiphobus. 'Tis Troilus! There's a Man, 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, Niece, look you how his Sword is bloodied, and his Helm more hack'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 Sifter were a Grace, or a Daughter a Goddess, he fhould 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 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, than Agamemnon and all Grceee.

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

Pan:

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, Difcourfe, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, and so forth, the Spice and Salt that feasons 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. 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 Honefty; my Mask to defend my Beauty, and you to defend all these; and at all these Wards I lye, at a thoufand 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. 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,

Than in the Glafs of Pandar's Praise may be.
Yet hold off. Women are Angels wooing,

Things won are done, the Soul's joy lyes in doing:

That

That the belov'd, knows nought that knows not this;
Men prize the thing ungain'd, more than it is.
That he, was never yet, that ever knew
Love go fo fweet, as when defire did fue:
Archievement is command; ungain'd, beseech.
Therefore this Maxim out of Love I teach;

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

[Exit. SCENE 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 course of growth.
Nor, Princes, is it matter new to us,
That we come fhort of our fuppofe so far,
That after feven Years Siege, yet Troy Walls ftand;
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 gave't furmifed fhape. Why then, you Princes,
Do you with Cheeks abafh'd, behold our Works,
And think them fhame, 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 Artist and unread,

The hard and foft, feem all affin'd, and kin;

But

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 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 thofe 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 moist Elements,
Like Perfeus Horfe: Where's then the fawcy Boat,
Whofe 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 fled 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.

Ulyf. Agamemnon,

Thou great Commander, Nerve and Bone of Greece,
Heart of our Numbers, Soul, and only Spirit,

In whom the Tempers and the Minds of all
Should be fhut 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, [To Neft.
I give to both your Speeches, which were fuch,

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