Bold as an oracle: and sets Thersites (A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) To weaken and discredit our exposure, Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cowardice; Count wisdom as no member of the war; But that of hand: the still and mental parts,- Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Makes many Thetis' sons. [Trumpet sounds. Ene. May one, that is a herald, and a prince, Do a fair message to his kingly ears? Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice Call Agamemnon head and general. Ene. Fair leave, and large security. How may A stranger to those most imperial looks Know them from eyes of other mortals? Agam. Ene. Ay; How? I ask, that I might waken reverence, Which is that god in office, guiding men? Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon? Are ceremonious courtiers. Ene. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, As bending angels; that's their fame in peace: But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's accord, Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, The worthiness of praise distains his worth, If that the prais'd himself bring the praise forth: But what the ripening enemy commends, That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends. Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Eneas? Ene. Ay, Greek, that is my name. Agam. What's your affair, I pray you? Ene. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes from Troy. Ene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him: I bring a trumpet to awake his ear; To set his sense on the attentive bent, Agam. Speak frankly as the wind; It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour: That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, Ene. Trumpet, blow loud, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;― We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, If any come, Hector shall honour him; If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not worth The splinter of a lance. Even so much. Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas; If none of them have soul in such a kind, We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, That means not, hath not, or is not in love! If then one is, or hath, or means to be, That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old now; But, if there be not in our Grecian host One noble man, that hath one spark of fire youth! Ulyss. Amen. Agam. Fair lord Eneas, let me touch your hand; To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. Achilles shall have word of this inteut; So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: And find the welcome of a noble foe. Be Ulyss. Nestor, [Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor. Nest. What says Ulysses? Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain, you my time to bring it to some shape. Nest. What is't? Ulyss. This 'tis: Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded pride In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp'd, Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles. Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as sub stance, Whose grossness little characters sum up: |