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Pan. You are such another,
Enter Boy. Boy. Sir, my Lord would instantly speak with you, Pan. Where? Bay. At your own house, there he unarms him.
Pan, Good boy, tell him I comc; I doubt he be hurt. Fare ye well, good niece.
Cre. Adieu, uncle.
Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by.
Gre. To bring, uncle-
Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.
Cre. By the same token, you are a bawd [Exit Pan.
Words, vows, gites, tears, and Love's full facrifice,
He offers in another's enterprise :
But more in Troilus thousand-fold I fee,
Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be;
Yet hold I off. Women are angels wooing;
Things won are done; the foul's joy lies in doing :
That the belov d knows nought that knows not this ;
Meni prize the thing ungain d more than it is.
That ihe was never get, that ever knew
Love got, lo sweet, as when desire did sue :
Atchievement is, Command ; ungain'd, Beseech.
Therefore this maxim out of love i teach;
Thae though my heart's content * firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that ihall from miñe eyes appear. [Exit.
S CE N E V. Changes to Agamemnon's tent in the Grecian camp. Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Neltor, Ulyfies, 'Dio.
medes, Menelaus, with others. Agan. Princes, What grief hath fet the jaundice on your cheeks? The ample proposition that Hope makes In all designs bezun on earth below, Pails in the promis'd largeness : checks and disasters. Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd; As knots, by the conflux of meeting fap,
content, for, capacity.
Infect the found pine, and divert his grain
Tortive and errant froin his course of growth.
Nor, Princes, is it matrer new to us,
That we come short of our suppose so far,
That after lev'n years' liege, 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 gave't furmised thape. Why then, you Princes,
Do you with cheeks abaih'd behold our works!
And think them thame, which are indeed nought elle
But the protractive trials of great Jove,
To find perfitive conftancy in mer?
The fineness of which metal is not found
In Fortune's love ; for there the bold and coward,
The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
The hard and soft, seem all affin'd, and kin;
But in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath mass, or matter by itself,
Lies rich in virtue, and unmingled.
Neft. With due observance of thy goodly feat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall supply
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 nobler bulk?
But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and anon, behold,
The strong ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cuts ?
Bounding between the two moilt elements,
Like Perfeus' horse: where's then the faucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now
Co-rival'd greatness ? or to harbour fled,
Or made a toast 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 splitting winds
Make flexible the knees of knotted oaks,
And flies get under shade ; the thing of courage,
As rous'd with rage, with rage doth syeipathize ;
And, with an accent tun'd in self-fame key,
Returns to chiding Fortune *.
Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,
Heart of our numbers, soul, and only fpirit,
In whom the tempers and the minds of all
should be shut up; hear what Ulyffes speaks.
Besides th'applause and approbation
The which, most mighty for thy place and sway,
[To Agamemnon. And thou most rev'rend for thy stretch'd-out life,
I give to both your speeches; which were füch,
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Should hold up high in brass; and such again,
As venerable Nestor (hatch'd in silver)
Should with a bond of air, strong as the axle-tree
On which heav'n rides, knit all the Grecians' ears
To his experienc'd tongue; yer let it please both
(Thou great, and wise) to bear Ulysses speak.
Aga. Speak, Prince of Ithaca : we less expect,
That matter needless, of importless burthen,
Divide thy lips, than we are confident,
When rank Therfites opes his mastiff jaws,
We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
Ulys. Troy, yet upon her basis, had been down,
And the great Hector's sword hath lack'd a master,
But for these instances,
The speciality of rule hath been neglected;
And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand
upon this plain, so many hollow factions. When that the General not likes the hive, To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, Th' unworthiest shews as fairly in the mask, The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place,
i.e. It is said of the tyger, that in storms and high winds he rages and roars most furiously,
Infiiture, course, proportion, season, form,
Office and custon, in all line of order :
And therefore is the glorio'is planet Sol
In noble eminence inthron'd and spherd
Amidst the rest, whose med'cinable eye
Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
And posts like the commandmeot of a King,
Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets
In evil mixture to disorder wander,
What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny ?
What raging of the sea ? Thaking of earth?
Commotion in the winds ? frights, changes, horrors,
Divert and crack, rend and deracinate
The unity and married calm of states
Quice from their fixure? Oh, when Degree is shaken,
(Which is the ladder to al high deligos),
Then enterprise is sick. How could comnunities;
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
The primogeniture, and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels,
(But by degree), Atand in authentic place?
Take but degree away, untune that itring,
And hark what discord follows; each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy.
The bounded waters
Would lift their bosoms higher than the thores,
And make a fop of all this told glo've :
Strength would he lord of Imbecillity,
And the rude son would strike his father dead :
• Force would be right; or rather right and wrong
(Between whole endlets jar Justice presidles) • Would lose their names, and so would justice too: · Then every thing includes itfelf in power', • Power into will, will into appetite; • And appetite (an univerial wolf, • So doubly feconded with will and power) • Must make perforce an universal prey, And lalt eat up itself. Great Agameinoon! This chaos, when Degree is suffócate, Follows the choking: And this neglection of Degree is it, That 'y a pace goes backward, in a purpose
It hath to climb. The General's disdain'd
By him one step below; he by the next;
That next, by him beneath: so every step,
Exampled by the first pace that is fick
of his superior, grows to an envious fever
Of pale and bloodless emulation.
And 'tis this fever that keeps Iroy on foot,
Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length,
Troy in our weakness lives, not in ber strength.
Nefi. Most wisely hath Ulyffes here discover'd
The fever, whereof all our power is sick.
13a. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, What is the remedy?
UW: “ The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns " The finew and the forehand of our host,
Having his ear full of his airy fame, “ Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent “ Lies mocking our designs. With him, Patroclus, “Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day • Breaks fcurril jests; " And with ridiculous and aukward action “ (Which, Nanderer, he imitation calls) " He pageants us. Sometimes, great Agamemnon, * Thy stopless * deputation he puts on; “ And, like a strutting player, (whose conceit “ Lies in his ham-string and doth think it rich " To hear the wooden dialogue and found 1. 'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the fcaffoldage), • Such to-be-pitied and o’er.wrested seeming "" He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, " 'Tis like a chime a-mending: with terms vnsquar’d: " Which, from the tongue of roaring Tiphon dropt, “ Would feem hyperboles. At this fusty Ituff • The large Achilles, on his press’d. bed lolling, “ From his deep chelt laughs out a loud applause; ** Cries-- Excellent!'tis Agamemnon just “ Now play me Neltor -hum, and stroke thy beard, “ As he, being dress’d to some oration. & That's donem às near as the extremelt ends “ Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife; " Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent!