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 be hacks! Cre. Be those with swords?

Paris paffes 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 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 see 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 priest. Cre. What fneaking fellow comes yonder?

Troilus paffes over.

Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus: 'Tis Troilus! there's a man, niece!-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 fword is bloody'd, and his helm more hack'd than Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes!-O admirable youth! he neʼer

faw

faw three and twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddefs, he fhould take his choice. O admirable man! Paris?Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to boot.

Enter Soldiers, &c.

Cre. Here come more.

Pan. Afses, 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.

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

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 fuch like, the fpice and falt that season 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 a woman! one knows not at what ward you lie.

Cre. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to defend my wiles; upon my fecrecy, to defend

f no date]-dates were formerly a common ingredient in pastry. "Your date is better in your pye, &c." Vol. II. P. 373. "They call for dates, &c. in the pastry."

ROMEO AND JULIET, A& IV. S. 4. Nurse. wiles;]-will.

at what ward you lie.]-your proper guard.

mine honefty; my mask, to defend my beauty; and you, to defend all these and at all these wards I lie, 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 past watching.

Pan. You are fuch another!

Enter Troilus' Boy.

Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.
Pan. Where?

Boy. At your own houfe; there he unarms him.

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come [Exit Boy]: 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 Pandarus.

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facrifice,

He offers in another's enterprize :

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, joy's foul lies in the doing:
That the belov'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 fo fweet, as when defire did fue:

1 That fhe]-That woman.

Therefore

Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,

*Atchievement is, command; ungain'd, befeech: Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.

[Exeunt.

Trumpets. Enter Agamemnon, Neftor, Ulyffes, Menelaus, with others.

Agam. Princes,

What grief hath fet the jaundice on your cheeks?
The ample propofition, that hope makes

In all defigns 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 fap,

Infect the found pine, and divert his grain
Tortive and errant from his courfe of growth.

Nor, princes, is it matter new to us,

That we come short of our suppose so far,

That, after seven years' fiege, yet Troy walls ftand;
Sith every action that hath gone before,
Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Bias and thwart, not anfwering the aim,
And that unbodied figure of the thought

Do

That gav't furmifed fhape. Why then, you princes,
you with cheeks abafh'd behold our works;
And think them fhames, which are, indeed, nought elfe.
But the protractive trials of great Jove,

Atchievement is,]-The language after conqueft is peremptory; of courtship, fubmiffive.

my beart's content firm love doth bear,]-my bofom is full fraught with love. Tortive]-winding, twifted.

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 soft, seem all affin'd and kin:
But, in the wind and tempeft of her frown,
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Puffing at all, winnows the light away;
And what hath mafs, or matter, by itself
Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.

Neft. With due obfervance of thy godlike feat,
Great Agamemnon, Neftor fhall apply

Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance
Lies the true proof of men: The fea being smooth,
How many shallow bauble boats dare fail

Upon her patient breaft, 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 cut,
Bounding between the two moist elements,

Like Perfeus' horfe: Where's then the faucy boat,
Whose weak untimber'd fides but even now
Co-rival'd greatnefs? either to harbour fled,
Or made a toast for Neptune. Even fo

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 splitting winds
Make flexible the knees of knotted oaks,

due obfervance of thy godlike feat,]-deference to thy fuperior ftation. • reproof-rebuffs. P the two moift elements,]-the fea and air. the brize,]-the gad-fly.

"The brize upon her, like a cow in June."

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A&t III. S. 8. Scar.

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