[Afide.

He'd have ten shares.

[Afide.

He fhould eat fwords first: Shall pride carry it?
Neft. An 'twould, you'd carry half.

Ulyff.

Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him supple : Neft. He's not yet thorough warm: force him with praises:

Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry.

Uly. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike.

[Afide.

[To AGAMEMNON.

Neft. Our noble general, do not do so.

Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Uly. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Here is a man-But 'tis before his face;

I will be filent.

Neft.

Wherefore fhould you fo?

He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Uly. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.

Ajax. A whorefon dog, that shall palter thus with us! I would, he were a Trojan !

Neft.

Were it in Ajax now

Ulyf

What a vice

If he were proud?

Ay, or furly borne ?

Dio. Or covetous of praise?

UlyJ.

Dio. Or ftrange, or felf-affected?

Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet com

pofure ;

Praise him that got thee, the that gave thee fuck:

Fam'd

Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Thrice-fam'd, beyond all erudition :
But he that difciplin'd thy arms to fight,
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,

And give him half: and, for thy vigour,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield

To finewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom,
Which, like a bourn, a pale, a fhore, confines
Thy fpacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor,-
Inftructed by the antiquary times,

He must, he is, he cannot but be wife ;-
But pardon, father Neftor, were your days

As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd,
You should not have the eminence of him,

Dio.

Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax.

Uly. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general

To call together all his state of war;

Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow,
We must with all our main of power ftand faft:
And here's a lord,-come knights from east to west,
And cull their flower, Ajax fhall cope the best.
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep:

Light boats fail fwift, though greater hulks draw deep.

[Excunt.

ACT

АСТ III. SCENE I.

Troy. A Room in Priam's Palace.

Enter PANDARUS and a Servant.

Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris?

Serv. Ay, fir, when he goes before me.

Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean?

Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must

needs praise him.

Serv. The lord be praised!

Par. You know me, do you not?

Serv. 'Faith, fir, fuperficially.

Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus.

Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better.

Pan. I do defire it.

Serv. You are in the ftate of grace.

[Mufick within.

Pan. Grace! not fo, friend; honour and lordship are

my titles:What mufick is this?

Serv. I do but partly know, fir; it is mufick in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians?

Serv. Wholly, fir.

Pan. Who play they to?

Serv. To the hearers, fir.

Pan. At whofe pleasure, friend?

Serv. At mine, fir, and theirs that love mufick.

Pan. Command, I mean, friend.

Serv. Who fhall I command, fir?

Par.

Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whofe request do thefe men play?

Serv. That's to't, indeed, fir: Marry, fir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in perfon; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invisible foul,-

Pan. Who, my coufin Creffida ?

Serv. No, fir, Helen; Could you not find out that by her attributes?

Pan. It should feem, fellow, that thou haft not seen the lady Creffida. I come to speak with Paris from the prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my bufinefs feeths.

Serv. Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase, indeed!

Enter PARIS and HELEN, attended.

Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair defires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow!

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.

Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, fweet queen.—Fair prince, here is good broken musick.

Par. You have broke it, coufin: and, by my life, you fhall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance :- Nell, he is full of harmony. Pan. Truly, lady, no.

Helen. O, fir,-

Pan. Rude, in footh; in good footh, very rude.

Par. Well faid, my lord! well, you fay fo in fits.
Pan. I have bufinefs to my lord, dear queen :-My

lord, will you vouchfafe me a word?

Helen.

Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you fing, certainly.

Pan. Well, fweet queen, you are pleafant with me.But (marry) thus, my lord,-My dear lord, and most efteemed friend, your brother Troilus

Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-fweet lord,—

Pan. Go to, fweet queen, go to:-commends himself most affectionately to you.

Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head!

Pan. Sweet queen, fweet queen; that's a fweet queen, i'faith.

Helen. And to make a sweet lady fad, is a four offence. Pan. Nay, that fhall not ferve your turn; that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for fuch words; no, no. And, my lord, he defires you, that, if the king call for him at fupper, you will make his excufe.

Helen. My lord Pandarus,

Pan. What fays my fweet queen?-my very very sweet queen?

Par. What exploit's in hand? where fups he to-night? Helen. Nay, but my lord,

Pan. What fays my fweet queen?-My coufin will fall out with you. You must not know where he fups. Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Crefsida.

Pan. No, no, no fuch matter, you are wide; come, your difpofer is fick.

Par. Well, I'll make excufe.

Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say-Creffida? no, your poor difpofer's fick.

Par. I spy.

Pan. You fpy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an inftrument.-Now, fweet queen.

Helen. Why, this is kindly done,

E

Pan.