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. Cref. Adieu, uncle. Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. Cref. To bring, uncle,- Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. Cref. By the fame token-you are a bawd. [Exit PANDARUS. Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full facrifice, But more in Troilus thoufand fold I fee Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ; Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing: That she was never yet, that ever knew Love got fo fweet, as when defire did fue: Achievement is command; ungain'd, beseech: Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Grecian Camp. Before Agamemnon's Tent. Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES, MENELAUS, and Others. Agam. Princes, What grief hath fet the jaundice on your cheeks? In all defigns begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters As knots, by the conflúx of meeting fap, That we come short of our fuppose so far, That gav't furmifed fhape. Why then, you princes, 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 foft, seem all affin'd and kin: Neft. With due observance of thy godlike seat, Great Agamemnon, Neftor fhall apply Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Lies the true proof of men: The fea being smooth, 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 ftrong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut, Like Perfeus' horfe: Where's then the faucy boat, Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, And flies fled under shade, Why, then, the thing of cou rage, As rous'd with rage, with rage doth fympathize, And with an accent tun'd in felf-fame key, Returns to chiding fortune. Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, In whom the tempers and the minds of all The which,-most mighty for thy place and sway,- I give to both your fpeeches,-which were fuch, Should with a bond of air (ftrong as the axletree Το To his experienc'd tongue,—yet let it please both,- Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect That matter needlefs, of importless burden, Divide thy lips; than we are confident, When rank Therfites opes his mastiff jaws, We shall hear mufick, wit, and oracle. Uly. Troy, yet upon his bafis, had been down, And the great Hector's fword had lack'd a master, But for these instances. The specialty of rule hath been neglected: And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded, The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center, Infifture, course, proportion, feafon, form, And pofts, like the commandment of a king, What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny? Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, horrors, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure ? O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder of all high designs, The enterprize is fick! How could communities, Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude fon should strike his father dead: And appetite, an univerfal wolf, So doubly feconded with will and power, And, laft, eat up himself. Great Aganiemnon, This chaos, when degree is fuffocate, Follows the choking. And this neglection of degree it is, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose It hath to climb. By him one step below; he, by the next; And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Not |