When I do tell thee, there my hopes lye drown'd, Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lye intrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gate, her voice, Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me, Pan. I speak no more than truth. Troi. Thou dost not speak so much. Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as fhe is, if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an fhe be not, fhe has the mends in her own hands. Troi. Good Pandarus; how now, Pandarus? Pan. I have had my labour for my travel, ill thought 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 fhe is kin to me, therefore she's not so fair as Helen; an she were not kin to me, she would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not an fhe were a black-a-more, 'tis all one to me. behind her father: let her to the Greeks, and fo I'll tell her the VOL. VI. B next next time I fee her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i' th' matter. Troi. Pandarus Pan. Not I. Troi. Sweet Pandarus Pan. Pray you speak no more to me, I will leave all as I found it, and there's an end. [Exit Pandarus. [Sound Alarum. Troi. Peace, you ungracious clamours, peace rude founds, Fools on both fides. Helen must needs be fair, It is too starv'd a subject for my sword: But Pandarus - O Gods! how do you plague me! Ene. How now Prince Troilus? wherefore not i'th' field? For womanish it is to be from thence: What news, Æneas, from the field to-day? Ene. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. Troi. By whom, Æneas? Ene. Troilus, by Menelaus. Troi. Let Paris bleed, 'tis but a scar to scorn, Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. 1907 Ene. Hark, what good sport is out of town to-day? Troi. Come, go we then together. SCENE III. Enter Creffida and a Servant. Cre. Who were those went by? Whose height commands as fubject all the vale, Is as a virtue fix'd, to-day was mov❜d: In Hector's wrath. Cre. What was his caufe of anger? [Alarum. Ser. The noise goes thus; There is among the Greeks, A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector, They call him Ajax. Cre. Good, and what of him? [Exeunt. Ser. They fay he is a very man per fe, and stands alone. B 2 Ser Ser. This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions; he is as valiant as the lyon, churlish as the bear, flow as the elephant; a man into whom nature hath so crouded humours, that his valour is crusht into folly, his folly sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue, that he hath not a glimpse of, nor any man an attaint, but he carries some stain of it. He is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair; he hath the joints of every thing, but every thing so out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no fight. Cre. But how fhould this man (that makes me smile) make He&tor angry? Ser. They say, he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battel and ftruck him down, the disdain and shame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector fasting and waking. Ser. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. Ser. As may be in the world, lady. Cre. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. Pan. Good morrow, coufin Creffid: what do you talk of † how do you, coufin? when were you at Ilium? Cre. This morning, uncle. Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? was Hector arm'd and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not up? was the? Cre. Hector was gone, but Helen was not up. Pan. E'en fo; Hector was stirring early. Cre. Good morrow Alexander is added in all the Editions very abfurdly, Paris not being on the Stage. 6 Cre. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Pan. Was he angry? Cre. So he fays here. Pan. True, he was fo; I know the cause too: he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that; and there's Troilus will not come far behind him, let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. Cre. What, is he angry too? Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two. Cre. Oh Jupiter, there's no comparison. Pan. What not between Troilus and Hector? do you know a man if you fee him? Cre. Ay, if I ever faw him before, and knew him. Pan. Well I fay Troilus is Troilus. Cre. Then you fay, as I fay, for I am fure he is not Hector. Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in fome degrees. Cre. 'Tis juft to each of them, he is himself. Pan. Himself? alas poor Troilus! I would he were. Pan. Condition I had gone bare-foot to India. Cre. He is not Hector. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself, would he were himself; well, the gods are above, time must friend or end; well, Troilus, well, I would my heart were in her body ---- no, Hector is not a better man, than Troilus. Cre. Excufe me. Pan. He is elder. Cre. Pardon me, pardon me. Pan. Th' other's not come to't, you fhall tell me another tale when th' other's come to't: Hector fhall not have his wit this year. Cre. He fhall not need it, if he have his own, Pan. Nor his Qualities. Cre. |