He is not emulous, as Achilles is.

Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Ajax. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus with
Would he were a Trojan!

us!

Nest. What a vice were it in Ajax now

Ulyss. If he were proud,—
Dio. Or covetous of praise,—
Ulyss. Ay, or surly borne,—

Dio. Or strange, or self-affected!

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

posure;

Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck:
Famed be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature
Thrice-famed beyond, beyond all erudition:
But he that disciplined thine arms to fight,
Let Mars divide eternity in twain,
And give him half: and, for thy vigour,
Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield

To sinewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom,
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Thy spacious and dilated parts: here's Nestor,
Instructed by the antiquary times,

He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;
But pardon, father Nestor, were your days

As green as Ajax', and your brain so temper'd,

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Ulyss. 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 stand fast:
And here's a lord, come knights from east to west,
And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.
Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep:

Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw
[Exeunt.

deep.

Act Third.

Scene I.

Troy. A room in Priam's palace.

Enter Pandarus and a Servant.

Pan. Friend, you, pray you, a word: do you not
follow the young Lord Paris?

Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me.
Pan. You depend upon him, I mean?

Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the Lord.

Pan. You depend upon a noble gentleman; I must

needs praise him.

Serv. The Lord be praised!

Pan. You know

me, do you not?

Serv. Faith, sir, superficially.

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

Serv. I hope I shall know your honour better.

Pan, I do desire it.

Serv. You are in the state of grace.

Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lordship are my titles. [Music within.] What

music is this?

ΙΟ

Serv. I do but partly know, sir: it is music in

parts.

Pan. Know you the musicians?

Serv. Wholly, sir.

Pan. Who play they to?

Serv. To the hearers, sir.

Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?

Serv. At mine, sir, and theirs that love music.
Pan. Command, I mean, friend.

Serv. Who shall I command, sir?

Pan. Friend, we understand not one another: I

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am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At 30 whose request do these men play?

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

Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ?

Serv. No, sir, Helen: could not you find out that by her attributes?

Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the Lady Cressida. I come to speak 40 with Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seethes.

Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase indeed!

Enter Paris and Helen, attended.

Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair
company! fair desires, 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, sweet queen.
Fair prince, here is good broken music.
Par. You have broke it, cousin and, by my life,
you shall make it whole again; you shall piece
it out with a piece of your performance. Nell,
he is full of harmony.

Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very

rude.

Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits.

Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen. My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word?

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

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