« 前へ次へ »
Look you what hacks are on his helmet? look you yonder, do you see? look you there! There's no jesting : there's laying on; take't off who will, as they say: there be hacks !
Cres. Be those with swords?
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?
HELENUS passes over. Pan. That's Helenus, -I marvel, where Troilus is : That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forth today :-That's Helenus.
Cres. 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 priest.
Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ?
TROILUS passes over.
Troilus! there's a man, niece! Hem! Brave
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!
Pun. Mark him; note him ;- 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.
Pan. Well, well? Why, have you any discretion? have you any eyes? Do you know whát a man is ? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, man.
hood, 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 date4 in the pye,-for then the man's date is out.
Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at what wards you lie.
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!
Enter TROILUS' Boy. Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you, Pan. Where? Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him.
Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: [Exit Boy.] I doubt, he be hurt.---Fare ye well, good niece,
Cres. Adieu, uncle.
4 Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost every kind.
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 beloy'd knows nought, that knows not this, Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : That she was never yet, that ever knew Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue : Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech : Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. [Exit.
The Grecian Camp. Before Agamemnon's Tent.
Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, Nestor,
ULYSSES, MENELAUS, and Others. Agam. Princes, What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? The ample proposition, that hope makes 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 errant6 from his course of growth.
with cheeks abash'd behold our works; And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought
else But the protractive trials of great Jove, To find persistive constancy in men? The fineness of which metal is not found In fortune's love : for then, the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affin'd8 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.
Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, 9 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 sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk.
6 Twisted and rambling.
8 Joined by affinity.