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This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders. Though in her cradle, yet now promises

Cran. She shall be, to the happiness of England, Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, An aged princess ; many days shall see her, Which time shall bring to ripeness : She shall be And yet no day without a deed to crown it. (But few now living can behold that goodness,) l'Would I had known no more! but she must die, pattern to all princes living with her,

She must, the saints must have her ; yet a virgin, And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never | A most unspotted lily shall she pass More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue,

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, K. Hen. O lord archbishop, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, Thou hast made me now a inan; rever, before With all the virtues that attend the good,

This happy child, did I get any thing : Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire She shall be lov'd, and fear'd: Her own shall bless her: To see what this child does, and praise my Maker... Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,

I thank ye all, - To you, my good lord mayor, And hang their heads with sorrow : Good grows with And your good brethren, I am much beholden ; In her days every man shall eat in safety {her: I have receiv'd inuch honour by your presence, Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way lords; The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, God shall be truly known ; and those about her She will be sick else. This day, no man think From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, He has business at his house ; for all shall stay, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood. This little one shall make it holiday. (Eseunt. I'Ne shall this peace sleep with her : But as when wisd of wonder dies, the maiden phonix,

· EPILOGUE whes new create another heir, As great in admiration as herself;

'Tis ten to one, this play can never please So shall she leave her blessedness to one,

All that are here: Some come to take their ease, (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of dark. And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, Who, from the sacred ashes of her nonour, (ness,) We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, They'll say tis naught: others, to hear the city nad so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, Abus'd extremely, and to cry;-that's witty! That were the servants to this chosen infant, Which we have not done neither : that, I fear, Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him ; All the expected good we are like to hear Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, For inis play at this time, is only in His honour, and the greatness of his name

The merciful construction of good women ; Shall be, and make new nations : He shall Aourish, ; For such a one we shew'd them; If they smile, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while To all the plains about him: -Our children's chil. All the best men are ours; for 'tis ill hap, Shall see this, and bless heaven.

[dren if they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.

The play of Henry the Eighth is one of those which still keeps will not discover the traces of Shakspeare's genius as powerfully possession of the stage by the splendour of its pageantry, The marked in the delineation of Wolsey and King llenry, as in the compation, about forty years ago, drew the people together in exquisite portrait of Queen Katharine herself. It has been sup multitudes for the great part of the winter. "Yet pomp is not posed, that the epilogue and prologue, and a few incidental pas the only merit of this play. The meek sorrows and virtuous sages, were added by Ben Jonson, on the revival of this

play, distress of Katharine have furnished some scenes, which may 1613. This opinion was entertained by Steevens, Mlalone, Dr. he justly numbered among the greatest efforts of tragedy. But Farmer, and Dr. Johnson, partly on the grounds of Shakspeare's the genius of Shakspeare comes in and goes out with

Kathariue. absence from London, and partly on an imagiaary detectiod of Every other part may be easily

conceived and easily
written. Jonson's style and manuer. To demonstrate the vapily

of all JOHNSON

Chetwood says that, daring ope season, it was exhibited se: probably from the pen of Shakspeare, who was still in Londoa; senty-five times. There are, I believe, very few readers who will and thai, at all events, they could not have been written by coincide with Di. Johnson in their opinion of this play; or abo Ben Jonson, for he was not even in England

gis play was entered at Stationers' Hall, Feb. 1602-3, under that it had never been presented at all, but only at court, and the title of The Booke of Troilus and Cressida ; and was there- not on the public stage. fore probably written in 1602. It was not printed till 1609; There was a play apon this subject written by Decker and Chettle, when it was preceded by an advertisement of the editor, stat- in 1599; the original story of Troilus and Cressida was the ing that "it had never been staled with the stage, never clap- work of Lollius, a historiographer of Urbion, in Italy. It was, per-clawed with the palms of the vulgar.", Yet, as the tragedy according to Dryden, written in Latin verse, and translated was entered in 1602-3, as acted by my lord Chamberlain's by Chaucer. Shakspeare received the greater part of his mamen ; we must suppose that the editor's words do not mean terials from the Troy Booke of Lydgate ; and the romance of

The Thres Destructions of Troy.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

ACT I. Priam, King of Troy.

SCENE I.—Troy. Before Priam's Palace. HECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, DeiPHOBUS, HELENUS, his sons.

Enter Troilus armed, and PANDARUS. Æneas and ANTENOR, Trojan commanders.

Tro. Call bere my varlet, I'll unarm again : Calchas, a Trojan priest, taking part with the Greeks. Why should I war without the walls of Troy, PANDARUS, uncle to Cressida.

That find such cruel battle here within ? MARGARELON, a bastard son of Priam.

Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, AGAMEMNON, the Grecian general.

Let him to field ; Troilus, alas ! hath none. MENELAUS, his brother.

Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended ? (strength, Achilles, AJAX, ULYSSES, NESTOR, Diomedes, Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their PATROCLUS, Grecian commanders.

Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant; THERSITES, a deformed and scurrilous Grecian. But I am weaker than a woman's tear, ALEXANDER, servant to Cressida.

Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance ; Servant to Troilus.

Less valiant than the virgin in the night, Servant to Paris.

And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy. Servant to Diomedes.

Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this : for HELEN, wife to Menelaus.

my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He ANDROMACHE, wife to Hector.

that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry the CASSANDRA, daughter to Priam, a prophetess.

grinding. CRESSIDA, daughter to Calchas.

Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the Trojan und Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.

bolting. SCENE,-TROY, and the Grecian Camp before it. Tro. Have I not tarried ?

Pan. Ay, the bolting : but you must tarry the lea. PROLOGUE.

vening

Tro. Still have I tarried. In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece Pan. Ay, to the leavening : but here's yet in the The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf’d, word-hereafter, the kneading, the making of the Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, Fraught with the ministers and instruments

you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to Of cruel war : Sixty and nine, that wore

burn your lips. Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay

Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er she be, Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is made, Doth lesser blench at sufferance than I do. To ransack Troy; within whose strong immures At Priam's royal table do I sit; The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

And when fair Cressid comes into my thoughts, With wanton Paris sleeps ; And that's the quarrel. So, traitor! when she comes !-When is she thence ? To Tenedos they come ;

Pan. Well, she looked yesternight fairer than ever And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge I saw her look, or any woman else. l'heir warlike fraughtage: Now on Dardan plains Tro. I was about to tell thee,-When my heart, The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; Their brave pavilions : Priam's six-gated city, Lest Hector or my father should perceive me, Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan, I have (as when the sun doth light a storm,) And Antenorides, with massy staples,

Bury J this sigh in wrinkle of a smile : And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,

But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Sperr up the sons of Troy.

Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,

Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,

Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more compariSets all on hazard :- And hither am I come son between the women.-But, for my part, she is A prologue armd, -but not in confidence

my kinswoman; I would not, as they term it, praise Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited her,-But I would somebody had heard her talk yes. In like conditions as our argument, —,

terday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister Čas. To tell you, fair beholders, that our play

sandra's wit; butLeaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils Tro. 0, Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus, 'Ginning in the middle ; starting thence away When I do tell thee, There my hopes lie drown'd, To what may be digested in a play.

Reply not in how many fathoms deep Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are ; They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war. In Cressid's love : Thou answer'st, She is fair ;

me ?

Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart

SCENE II.-The same. A Street.
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;

Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER.
Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,
In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Cres. Who were those went by?
Writing their own reproach; To whose soft seizure Aler.

Queen Hecuba, and Heleu. The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense Cres. And whither go they? Hard as the palm of ploughman ! This thou tell’st me,

Aler.

Up to the eastern tower, As true thou tellist me, when I say- I love her ; Whose height commands as subject all the vale, But, saying thus, instead of oil and balın,

To see the battle. Hector, whose patience Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd: The knife that made it.

He chid Andromache, and struck bis armourer ; Pan. I speak no more than truth.

And, like as there were husbandry in war, Tro. Thou dost not speak so much.

Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as And to the field goes he ; where every flower, she is : if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw be not, she has the mends in her own hands. In Hector's wrath. Tro. Good Pandarus! How now, Pandarus ? Cres.

What was his cause of anger? Pan. I have had my labour for my travel; ill-thought Aler. The noise goes, this: There is among the on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone between A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector ; (Greeks and between, but small thanks for my labour. They call him, Ajax. Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with Cres.

Good;

and what of him?

Aler. They say he is a very man per se, Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore she's not And stands alone. so fair as Helen: an she were not kin to me, she Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, would be as fair on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. or have no legs. But, what care I? I care not, an she were a black- Aler. This inan, lady, hath robbed many beasts of a-moor ; tis all one to me.

their particular additions; he is as valiant as the liou, Tro. Say I, she is not fair ?

churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant: a man Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's a into whom nature hath so crouded humours, that his fool to stay behind her father ; let her to the Greeks; valour is crushed into folly, his folly sauced with and so I'll tell her the next time I see her : for my discretion : there is no man hath a virtue that part, I'll meddle nor make no more in the matter. he hath not a glimpse of ; nor any man an attaint, Tro. Pandarus,

but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy Pan. Not I.

without cause, and merry against the hair: He hath Tro. Sweet Pandarus,

the joints of every thing; but every thing so out of Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will leave joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and all as I found it, and there an end.

no use ; or purblind Argus, all eyes and no sight. [Exit PANDARUS. An alarum. Cres. But how should this man, that makes me Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude smile, make Hector angry? sounds!

Ales. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in the Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, battle, and struck him down; the disdain and shame When with your blood you daily paint her thus. whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and I cannot fight upon this argument;

waking It is too starv'd a subject for my sword.

Enter PANDARUS.
But Pandarus-O gods, how do you plague me ! Cres. Who comes here?
I cannot come to Cressid, but by Pandar;

Aler. Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
And he's as letchy to be wood to woo,

Cres. Hector's a gallant man. As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.

Ales. As may be in the world, lady. Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,

Pan. What's that? what's that? What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we ?

Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl :

Pan. Good morrow, cousin Cressid : What do you Between our Ilium, and where she resides, talk of ?-Good morrow, Alexander. How do you, Let it be callid the wild and wandering food ; cousin ? When were you at Ilium ? Ourself, the merchant; and this sailing Pandar, Cres. This morning uncle. Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark. Pan. What were you talking of, when I came !

Was Hector armed and gone, ere ye came to Ilium? Alarum. Enter Æneas,

Helen was not up, was she? Æne. How now, prince Troilus ? wherefore not Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up. afield ?

Pan. E'en so ; Hector was stirring early. Tro. Because not there; This woman's answer sorts, Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger. For womanish it is to be from thence.

Pan. Was he angry? What news, Æneas, from the field to-day?

Cres. So he says here. Æne. That Paris is return'd hol", and hurt. Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll Tro. By whom, Æneas ?

lay about himn to-day, I can tell them that: and there Æne.

Troilus, wy Menelaus. is Troilus will not come far behind him ; let them Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'tis but a scar to scorn; take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that too. l'aris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarum. Cres. What is he angry too ?

Æne. Mark! what good sport is out of town to-day! Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of

Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were may.- the two.
But, to the sport abroad ;--- Are you bound thither? Cres. O Jupiter ! there's no comparison.
Ene. In all swift haste.

Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector! De Tro. Come, go we then together. (Ereunt. you know a man, if you see him?

were,

Cres. Ay; if I ever saw him before, and knew him. tickled his chin!—Indeed, she has a marvellous whito Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.

hand, I must needs confess. Cres. Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is Cres. Without the rack. not Hector.

Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white hair
Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some degrees. on his chin.
Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. Cres. Alas,

poor
chin!

many a wart is richer. Pan. Himself ? Alas, poor Troilus! I would, he Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Queen He.

cuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er. Cres. So he is.

Cres. With mill-stones.
Pan. -'Condition, I had gone bare-foot to India. Pan. And Cassandra laughed.
Cres. He is not Hector.

Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under Pan. Himself? no, he's not himself.—'Would 'a the pot of her eyes ;--Did her eyes run o'er too? were himself! Well, the gods are above ; Time must Pan. And Hector laughed. friend, or end : Well, Troilus, well, I would, my Cres. At what was all this laughing ? heart were in her body !-No, Hector is not a better Pan. Marry, at the white hair that Helen spied on man than Troilus.

Troilus' chin. Cres. Excuse me.

Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have Pan. He is elder.

laughed too. Cres. Pardon me, pardon me.

Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair, as at Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell me his pretty answer. another tale, when the other's come to't. Hector Cres. What was his answer ? shall not have his wit this year:

Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs on Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. your chin, and one of them is white. Pan. Nor his qualities;

Cres. This is her question. Cres. No matter.

Pan. That's true ; make no question of that. One Pan. Nor his beauty.

and fifty hairs, quot h he, and one white : That white Cres. 'Twould not become him, his own's better. hair is my father, and all the rest are his sons. Jupiter !

Pan. You have no judgment, niece : Helen herself quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris my husband ? swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown favour, The forked one, quoth he, pluck it out, and give it him. (for so 'tis, I must confess,)-Not brown neither. But, there was such laughing! and Helen so blushed Cres. No, but brown.

and Paris so chafed, and all the rest so laughed, that Pan. Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. it passed. Cres. To say the truth, true and not true.

Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great while Pan. She prais'd bis complexion above Paris. going by Cres. Why, Paris hath colour enough.

Pan. 'Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday ; Pan. So he has,

think on 't. Cres. Then, Troilus should have too much : if she Cres. So I do. praised him above, his complexion is higher than his; Pan. I'll be sworn 'tis true ; he will weep you, an he having colour enough, and the other higher, is too 'twere a man born in April. flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a lief, Helen's golden tongue had commended Troilus nettle against May.

[A retreat sounded. for a copper nose.

Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field : Shall Pan. I swear to you, I think, Helen loves him we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward better than Paris.

Ilium? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida. Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed.

Cres. At your pleasure. Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to him Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here the other day into the compassed window,-and, you we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all by know, he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus above

Cres. Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring the rest. his particulars therein to a total.

Æneas passes over the Stage. Pan. Why, he is very young: and yet will he,

Cres. Speak not so loud. within three pound, lift as much as his brother Hector.

Pan. That's Æneas; is not that a brave man? Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter ? Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him; mark Troilus; you shall see anon.

he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you ; But - she came, and puts me her white hand to his cloven

Cres. Who's that? chin, Cres. Juno have mercy !-How came it cloven ?

ANTENOR passes over. Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his Pan. That's Antenor; he has a shrewd wit, I can smiling becomes him better than any man in all tell you; and he's a good man enough : he's one Phrygia.

o'the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and a Cres. 0, he smises valiantly.

proper man of person :- When comes Troilus ?-I'll Pan. Does he not?

shew you Troilus anon ; if he see me, you shall see Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. him nod at me.

Pan. Why, go to then ;-But to prove to you that Cres. Will he give you the nod ? Helen loves Troilus,

Pan. You shall see.
Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.
it so.

Hector passes over.
Pan. Troilus ? why, he esteems her no more than
I esteem an addle egg.

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that ; Cres. If you love an addle egg as well as you love There's a fellow !-Go thy way, Hector !—There's an idle head, you would eat chickens i' the shell. a brave man, niece.-0 brave Hector !--Look, how

Pen. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a brave man! Cres. O, a brave man!

of the chiefest of them too; if I cannot ward what. Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good — Look would not bave hit, I can watch you for telling how you what hacks are on his helmet? look you yonder, I took the blow; unless it swell past hiding, and do you see ; look you there! there's no jesting : then it is past watching. there's laying on; tak't off who will, as they say: Pan. You are such another ! there be hacks!

Enter Troilus' Boy.
Cres. Be those with swords ?
Paris passes over.

Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.

Pan. Where? Pan. Swords ? any thing, he cares not: an the

Boy. At your own house ; there he unarms him. devil come to him, it's all one: By god's lid, it does one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yonder I doubt, he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece.

Pan. Good boy, tell him I come: (Exit Boy comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece ; Is't not a gal

Cres. Adieu, uncle. lant man too, is't not ?- Why, this is brave now.

Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by and by. Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not hurt:

Cres. To bring, uncle, why, this will do Helen's heart good now. Ha ! 'would I could see Troilus now !-you shall see

Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus. Troilus anon.

Cres. By the same token-you are a bawd.

[Erit PANDARUS. Cres. Who's that?

Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacrifice, HELENUS passes over.

He offers in another's enterprize : Pan. That's Helenus,-1 marvel, where Troilus But more in Troilus thousand fold I see is :—That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forth Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be ; to-day:- That's Helenus.

Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing : Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: Pan. Helenus ? no ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not this,well :- 1 marvel, where Troilus is !-Hark; do you Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : not hear the people cry, Troilus ?—Helenus is a priest

. That she was never yet, that ever knew Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue :

Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,-
Troilus passes over.

Achievement is command ; ungain'd, beseech :
Pan. Where ? yonder ? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Hem!- Brave Troi. Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (Erit.
lus ! the prince of chivalry.
Cres. Peace, for shame, peace !

SCENE III. Pan. Mark him; note him ;--O brave Troilus !look well upon him, niece; look you, how his sword The Grecian Camp.-— Before Agamemnon's Tent. is bloodied, and his helm more hacked than Hector's; Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESOR, ULYSSES, And how he looks, and how he goes !— admirable

MENELAUS, and others. youth! he ne'er saw three and twenty. Go thy way. Agam. Princes, Troilus, go thy way; had I a sister were a grace, or what grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks ! a daughter a goddess, he should take his choice. The ample proposition, that hope makes admirable man! Paris ?—Paris is dirt to him; and, in all designs begun on earth below, I warrant, Helen, to change, would give an eye to Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters boot.

Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;
Forces pass over the stage.

As knots, by the conflúx of meeting sap,
Cres. Here come more.

Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff Tortive and errant from his course of growth. and bran! porridge after meat! I could live and die Nor, princes, is it matter new to us, i'the eyes of Troilus. Ne’er look, ne'er look; the That we come short of our suppose so far, eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws: That, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Aga- Sith every action that hath gone before, memnon and all Greece.

Whereof we have record, trial did draw Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles ; a Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, better man than Troilus.

And that unbodied figure of the thought Pan. Achilles? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. That gav't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, Cres. Well, well.

Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; Pan. Well, well ?—Why, have you any discretion? And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought have you any eyes ? Do you know what a man is? But the protractive trials of great Jove, (else Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, To find persistive constancy in men ? learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and The fineness of which metal is not found such like, the spice and salt that season a man? In fortune's love : for then, the bold and coward,

Cres. Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with The wise and fool, the artist and unread, no date in the pye,- for then the man's date is out. The hard and soft, seem all affin'd and kin ·

Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, what ward you lie.

Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon Puffing at all, winnows the light away; my wit, to defend my wiles ; upon my secrecy, to de- And what hath mass, or matter, by itself fend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my beauty; Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled. and you, to defend all these : and at all these wards Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat, I lie, at a thousand watches.

Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply Pan Say one of your watches.

Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one Lies the true proof of men : the sea being smooth,

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