Shall be, and make new nations: He shall flourish, || Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, To all the plains about him: children Shall see this, and bless heaven. Our children's K. Hen. Thou speakest wonders.] Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, An aged princess; many days shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it. 'Would I had known no more! but she must die, She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Thou hast made me now a man; never, before To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. - EPILOGUE. [Exeunt. 'Tis ten to one, this play can never please CALCHAS, a Trojan Priest, taking part with the Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Servant to IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece With wanton Paris sleeps: and that's the quarrel. And the deep drawing barks do there disgorge Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits, ACT I. SCENE I. Troy. Before Priam's Palace. Enter TROILUS armed; and Pandarus. Tro. Call here my varlet, ") I'll unarm again: Why should I war without the walls of Troy, That find such cruel battle here within? Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, Let him to field; Troilus, alas! hath none. Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended? Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the grinding. Tro. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, thence? When is she Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look, or any woman else. Tro. I was about to tell thee, When my heart, As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) Bury'd this sigh in wrinkle of a smile: But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more comparison between the women. But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise her, But I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit; but Tro. O, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit. Ene. How now, prince Troilus? wherefore not Tro. Because not there; This woman's answer For womanish it is to be from thence. Troilus, by Menelaus. When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, || Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair; Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; As true thou tell'st me, when I say Pan. I speak no more than truth. Pan. Because she 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 she were a blacka-moor; 'tis all one to me. Tro. Say I, she is not fair? Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the [Alarum. Ene. Hark! what good sport is out of town to-day! Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXander. A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector; Alex. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions; 3) he is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours, that his valour is crushed into folly, 14) his folly Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave sauced with discretion: there is no man hath a virall as I found it, and there an end. [Exit PANDARUS. An Alarum. Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds! Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, It is too starv'd a subject for my sword. tue 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: 15) 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 sight. Cres. But how should this man, that makes me But, Pandarus O gods, how do you plague me! smile, make Hector angry? I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar; Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I waking. Enter PANDARUS. Cres. Who comes here? Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. Cres. Hector's a gallant man. Alex. As may be in the world, lady. Pan. What's that? what's that? Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. How do Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid: What do you talk of? Good morrow, Alexander. you, cousin? When were you at Ilium? Cres. This morning, uncle. Pan. What were you talking of, when I came? Was Hector armed, and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she? Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. Pan. E'en so; Hector was stirring early. Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. Pan. Was he angry? Cres. So he says here. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and there is Troilus will not come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. Cres. What, is he angry too? had as lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose. Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him better than Paris. Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, 16) indeed. Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him the other day into the compassed window, and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his particulars therein to a total. Pan. Why, he is very young; and yet will he, within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector. Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter? 19) Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; she came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin, Cres. Juno have mercy! How came it cloven? Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled: I think his smiling becomes him better than any man in all Phrygia. Cres. O, he smiles valiantly. Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. Pan. Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of that Helen loves Troilus, Cres. So he is. Pan. Cres. With mill-stones. Pan. And Cassandra laughed. 'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India. cuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Cres. He is not Hector. Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself. 'Would 'a 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. Cres. "Twould not become him, his own's better. Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen herself swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, (for so 'tis, I must confess,) Not brown neither. Cres. No, but brown. Pan. 'Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much: if she praised him above, his complexion is higher than his; he having colour enough, and the other higher, Queen He Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes; - Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. And Hector laughed. Cres. At what was all this laughing? Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus' chin. Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have laughed too. Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as at his pretty answer. Cres. What was his answer? Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on your chin, and one of them is white. Cres. This is her question. Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One and fifty hairs, quoth he, and one white: That white hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Jupiter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my husband? The forked one, quoth he, pluck it out, and give it him. But, there was such laughing! and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that it passed. 19) Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while going by. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; think on't. Cres. So I do. Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you, an 'twere a man born in April. Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle against May. [4 Retreat sounded. Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shall we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward Ilium? Good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida. Cres. 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. ENBAS passes over the Stage. Cres. Speak not so loud. PARIS passes over. Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not: an the devil come to him, it's all one: By God's lid, it does one's heart good: Yonder comes Paris, yonder comes Paris: look ye yonder, niece; Is't not a gallant man too, is't not? Why, this is brave now. Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt: why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha! 'would I could see Troilus now! you shall see Troilus anon. Cres. Who's that? is: --- HELENUS passes over. - Pan. That's Helenus, - I marvel, where Troilus That's Helenus; I think he went not forth to-day: That's Helenus. Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle? Pan. Helenus? no; well: yes, he'll fight indifferent Hark; do Helenus I marvel, where Troilus is! you not hear the people cry, Troilus? is a priest. Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder? TROILUS passes over. 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 than 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 sister 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 an eye to boot. Forces pass over the Stage. Cres. Here come more. Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die i'the 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. Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a better man than Troilus. Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. 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, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man? Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date in the pye, 21) for then the man's date is out. - Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie. 22) Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my secrecy, to defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these: and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches. Pan. Say one of your watches. Cres. 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. Pan. You are such another! Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. Cres. By the same token you are a bawd. [Exit PANDARUS. Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprize : But more in Troilus thousand fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be; Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is: Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: "Tis Troi-That she was never yet, that ever knew |