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(But few now living can behold that goodness) That were the servants to this chosen infant, A pattern to all princes living with her,

Shall then be his, and like a vine grow to him; And all that shall suceed: Sheba was never Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue,

His honor and the greatness of his name Than this pure soul shall be : all princely graces, Shall be, and make new nations : He shall flourish, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, And, like a mountain cedar, reach his branches With all the virtues that attend the good,

To all the plains about him :Our children's Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her,

children Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: Shall see this, and bless heaven. She shall be lov'd and fear'd; Her own shall bless K. Hen.

Thou speakest wonders.) her:

Crun. She shall be, to the happiness of England, Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,

An aged princess; many days shall see her, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows And yet no day without a deed to crown it. with her:

'Would I had known no more! but she must die, In her days, every man shall eat in safety

She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing A most unspotted lily shall she pass The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors. To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her God shall be truly known; and those about her K. Hen. O lord archbishop, From her shall read the perfect ways of honor, Thou hast made me now a man; never, before And by those clain their greatness, not by blood. This happy child, did I get any thing : (Nor3 shall this peace sleep with her: But as when This oracle of comfort has so pleas'd me, The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phænix, That, when I am in heaven, I shall desire Her ashes new create another heir,

To see what this child does, and praise my Maker. As great in admiration as herself';

I thank ye all :-To you, my good lord mayor, So shall sbe leave her blessedness to one,

And your good brethren, I am much beholden; (When heaven shall call her from this cloud of I have received much honor by your presence, darkness,)

And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, Who, from the sacred ashes of her honor,

lords ; Shall star-like rise, as great in fame as she was, Ye must all see the queen, and she must thank ye, And so stand fix'd: Peace, plenty, love, truth, terror, She will be sick else. This day, no man think • This and the following seventeen lines were probably

He has business at his house ; for all shall stay : written by B. Jonson, after the accession of king James. This little one shall make it holiday. (Exeunt.


'Tis ten to one, this play can never please

All the expected good we are like to hear All that are here: Some come to take their ease, For this play at this time, is only in And sleep an act or two; but those, we tear, The mercitul construction of good women; We have frighted with our trumpets; so, 'tis clear, For such a one we show'd them; If they smile, They'll say, 'tis naught: others, to hear the city And say, 'twill do, I know, within a while Abus'd extremely, and to cry,-that's witty! All the best men are ours; for, 'uis ill hap, Which we have not done neither: that, I tear, If they hold, when their ladies bid them clap.



Priam, King of Troy.

AGAMEMNON, the Grecian General. HECTOR,





Grecian Commanders. HELENUS,


Trojan Commanders.

CALCHAS, a Trojan Priest, taking part with the THERSites, á deformed and scurrilous Grecian.

HELEN, Wife to Menelaus.
PANDARUS, Uncle to Cressida.

ANDROMACHE, Wije to Hector.
MARGARELON, a bastard son of Priam.

CASSANDRA, Daughter to Priam, a Prophetess.
ALEXANDER, Servant to Cressida.
Servant to Troilus; Servant to Paris; Servant to CRESSIDA, Daughter to Calchas.


Trojan and Greek Soldiers, and Attendants.
SCENE, Troy, and the Grecian Camp before it.


In Troy there lies the scene. From isles of | Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan,

And Antenorides, with massy staples,
The princes orgulous, their high blood chased, And corresponsive and fultilling bolts,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships, Speert up the sons of Troy.
Fraught with the ministers and instruments Now, expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
Of cruel war: Sixty and nine, that wore

On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,
Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay Sets all on hazard And hither am I come
Put forth toward Phrygia : and their vow is made, A prologue arm’d,—but not in contidence
To ransack Troy ; within whose strong immures Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited
The ravish'd Helen, Menelaus' queen,

In like conditions as our argument, With wanton Paris sleeps; and that's the quarrel. To tell you, fair beholders, that our play To Tenedos they come;

Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils, And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge 'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away Their warlike fraughtage :: Now on Dardan plains To what may be digested in a play. The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are; Their brave pavilions: Priam's six-gated city, Now good, or bad, 'tis but the chance of war.


SCENE I.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace. that will have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry

the grinding. Enter Troilus, armed, and PANDARUS.

Tro. Have I not tarried ? Tro. Call here my varlet,3 I'll unarm again: Pan. Ay, the grinding ; but you must tarry the Why should I war without the walls of Troy, bolting. That find such cruel battle here within ?

Tro. Have I not tarried ? Each Trojan, that is master of his heart,

Pan. Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the Let him to tield; Troilus, alas! hath none.

lea vening. Pan. Will this geari ne'er be mended ?

Tro. Still have I tarried. Tro. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their Pan. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the

strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant;

word-hereafter, the kneading, the making of the But I am weaker than a woman's tear,

you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance;

io burn your lips. Less valiant than the virgin in the night,

Tro. Patience herself, what goddess e'er And skill-less as unpractis'd infancy.

be, Pan. Well, I have told you enough of this: for Doth lesser blerch at sufferance than I do. my part, I'll not meddle nor make no further. He, At Priam's royal table do I sit:

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So, traitor! when she comes !When is she Æne. That Paris is returned home, and hurt. thence?

Tro. By whom, Æneas ? Pan. Well, she look'd yesternight fairer than ever Ene.

Troilus, by Menelaus. I saw her look, or any woman else.

Tro. Let Paris bleed : 'Tis but a scar to scorn; Tro. I was about to tell thee; -When my heart, Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. (Alarum. As wedged with a sigh, would rive in twain; Æne. Hark! what good sport is out of town toLest Hector of my father should perceive me,

day! I have (as when the sun doth light a storm)

Tro. Better at home, if would I might, were Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile:

may.But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, But, to the sport abroad -Are you bound thither? Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.

ne. In all swift haste. Pan. An her hair were not somewhat darker than Tro.

Come, go we then together. Helen's, (well, go to,) there were no more com

[Exeunt. parison between the women,-But, for my part, she is my kinswoman; I would not, as they term

SCENE II.-A street. it, praise her,,But I would somebody had heard

Enter CRESSIDA and ALEXANDER. her talk yesterday, as I did. I will not dispraise your sister's Cassandra's wit; but

Cres. Who were those went by? Tro. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus,


Queen Hecuba, and Helen. When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd,

Cres. And whither go they ? Reply not in how many fathoms deep


Up to the eastern tower, They lie indrench'd. † tell thee, I am mad

Whose height commands as subject all the vale, In Cressid's love: Thou answer'st, She is fair;

To see the battle. Hector, whose patience Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart

Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd: Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice;

He chid Andromache, and struck his armorer; Handlest in thy discourse, O, that her hand,

And like as there were husbandry in war, In whose comparison all whites are ink,

Before the sun rose, he was harness'd light, Writing their own reproach; to whose soft seizure

And to the tield goes he ; where every flower, The cygnet's down is harsh, and spirit of sense

Did as a prophet, weep what it foresaw

In Hector's wrath. Hard as the palm of ploughman! This thou tell'st


What was his cause of anger ? me, As true thou tell’st me, when I say,- I love her;

Alex. The noise goes, this: There is among the

But, saying thus, instead of oil and balm,
Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me

A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector;
The knite that made it.

They call him Ajax.

Cres. Pan. I speak no more than truth.

Good; and of him? Tro. Thou dost not speak so much,

Alex. They say he is a very man per se,2 Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as

And stands alone. she is: if she be fair, 'tis the better for her; an she

Cres. So do all men; unless they are drunk, sick, be not, she has the mends in her own hands.

or have no legs. Tro. Good Pandarus! how now, Pandarus?

Aler. This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts Pan. I have had my labor for my travel ; ill.

of their particular additions ;3 he is as valiant as the thought on of her, and ill-thought on of you: gone

lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant : a between and between,butsmall thanks for my labor.

man into whom nature hath so crowded humors, Tro. What, art thou angry, Pandarus ? what, that his valor is crushed intot tolly, his folly sauced with me?

with discretion: there is no man hath a virtue that Pan. Because she is kin to me, therefore, she's he hath not a glimpse of; nor any man an attaint not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me,

but he carries some stain of it: he is melancholy she would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sun

without cause, and merry against the hair :5 He day. But what care I? I care not, an she were

hath the joints of every thing; but every thing so a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me.

out of joint, that he is a gouty Briareus, many Tro. Say I, she is not fair ?

hands and no use; or purblind Argus, all Pan. I do not care whether you do or no. She's

no sight. a fool to stay behind her father; let her to the Cres. But how should this man, that makes ine Greeks; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her: smile, make Hector angry? For my part, I'll meddle no make nor more in the

Alex. They say, he yesterday coped Hector in matter.

the battle, and struck him down; the disdain and Tro. Pandarus,

shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting Pan. Not I.

and waking. Tro. Sweet Pandarus,

Enter PANDARUS. Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me; I will

Cres. Who comes here? leave all as í found it, and there an end.

Alex. Madam, your uncle Pandarus. [Exit PANDARUS. An Alarum.

Cres. Hector's a gallant man. Tro. Peace, you ungracious clamors! peace,

Alex. As may be in the world, lady. rude sounds!

Pan. What's that? what's that? Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair,

Cres. Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. When with your blood you daily paint her thus.

Pan. Good morow, cousin Cressid: what do I cannot tight upon this argument;

you talk of!--Good morrow, Alexander- How do It is too starv'd a subject for my sword.

you, cousin ? When were you at Ilium? But, Pandarus-0 gods, how do you plague me!

Cres. This morning, uncle. I cannot come to Cressid but by Pandar;

Pan. What were you talking of when I came? And ho's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo,

Was Hector armed, and gone,ere ye came to llium? As she is stubborn-chaste against all suit.

Helen was not up, was she ?
Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love,

Cres. Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.
What Cressid is, what Pandar, and what we? Pan. E'en so : Hector was stirring early.
Her bed is India ; there she lies, a pearl:

Cres. That were we talking of, and of his anger.
Between our Ilium, and where she resides,

Pan. Was he angry? Let it be call'd the wild and wandering flood;

Cres. So he says, here. Ourself, the merchant: and this sailing Pandar,

Pan. True, he was so; I know the cause too; Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.

he'll lay about him to-day, I can tell them that: and

there is Troilus will not come far behind him; let Alarum. Enter ÆNEAS.

them take heed of Troilus; I can tell them that Æne. How now,prince Troilus? wherefore not a-field?

Cres. What, is he angry, too? Tro. Because not there: This woman's answer Pan. Who, Troilus ? Troilus is the better man sorts,

of the two. for womanish it is to be from thence.

Cres. 0, Jupiter ! there's no comparison What news, Æneas, from the field to-day?

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Pan. What, not between Troilus and Hector ? Cres. With mill-stones.s Do you know a man, if you see him ?

Pan. And Cassandra laughed. Cres. Ay, it' ever I saw him before, and knew Cres. But there was a more temperate fire under him.

the pot of her eyes ;-Did her eyes run o'er too? Pan. Well, I say, Troilus is Troilus.

Pan. And Hector laughed. Cres. Then you say as I say; for I am sure he is Cres. At what was all this laughing? not Hector.

Pan. Merry, at the white hair that Helen spied Pan. No, nor Hector is not Troilus, in some on Troilus' chin. degrees.

Cres. An't had been a green hair, I should have Cres. 'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. laughed too.

Pan. Himself? Alas, poor Troilus! I would he Pan. They laughed not so much at the hair as were,

at his pretty answer. Cres. So he is.

Cres. What was his answer ? Pan. – 'Condition, I had gone barefoot to India. Pan. Quoth she, Here's but one and fifty hairs Cres. He is not Hector.

on your chin, and one of them is white. Pan. Himselt? no, he's not himself.-'Would Cres. This is her question. 'a were himself? Well, the gods are above; Time Pan. That's true; make no question of that. One must friend, or end: Well, Troilus, well, I would and fifty haus, quoth he, anil one white : That my heart were in her body !-No, Hector is not a white huir is my father, and all the rest are his sons. better man than Troilus.

Jupiter! quoth she, which of these hairs is Paris Cres. Excuse me.

my husband? The forked one, quoth he; pluck it Pan. He is elder.

out, and give it him. But there was such laughCres. Pardon me, pardon me.

ing! and Helen so blushed, and Paris so chared, Pan. The other's not come to't; you shall tell and all the rest so laughed, that it passed.9 me another tale, when the other's corné to't. Hector Cres. So let it now; for it has been a great shall not have his wit this year.

while going by. Cres. He shall not need it, if he have his own. Pan. Well, cousin, I told you a thing yesterday; Pan. Nor his qualities :

think on't. Cres. No matter.

Cres. So I do. Pan. Nor his beauty.

Pan. I'll be sworn, 'tis true; he will weep you Cres. "Twould not become him, his own's bet- an 'were a man born in April.

Cres. And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere Pan. You have no judgment, niece: Helen her- a nettle against May.

(A Retreat sounded. self swore the other day, that Troilus, for a brown Pan. Hark, they are coming from the field: Shall favor, (for so 'tis, I must confess,)-Not brown, we stand up here, and see them, as they pass toward neither.

Ilium ? good niece, do; sweet niece Cressida. Creș. No, but brown.

Cres. At your pleasure. Pan. Faith, to say truth, brown and not brown. Pan. Here, here, here's an excellent place; here Cres. To say the truth, and not true.

we may see most bravely: I'll tell you them all Pan. She praised his complexion above Paris.

by their names, as they pass by; but mark Troilus Cres. Why, Paris hath color enough.

above the rest. Pan. So he has. Cres. Then Troilus should have too much: if she

ÆNEAS passes over the Stage. praised him above, his complexion is higher than

Cres. Speak not so loud. his; he having color enough, and the other higher, Pan. That’s Æneas; Is not that a brave man? is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I he's one of the flowers of Troy, I can tell you: But had as lief Helen's golden tongue had commended mark Troilus; you shall see anon. Troilus for a copper nose.

Cres. Who's that? Pan. I swear to you, I think Helen loves him better than Paris.

ANTENOR passes over. Cres. Then she's a merry Greek, indeed.

Pan. That's Antenor: he has a shrewd wit, I Pan. Nay, I am sure she does. She came to can tell you; and he's a man good enough: he's him the other day into a compasside window:- one o' the soundest judgments in Troy, whosoever, and, you know, he has not past three or four hairs and a proper man of person :-When comes Troion his chin.

lus?-I'll show you Troilus anon; if he see me, Cres. Indeed, a to pster's arithmetic may soon you shall see him nod at me. bring his particulars therein to a total.

Cres. Will he give you the nod ?1
Pan. Why, he is very young; and yet will he, Pan. You shall see.
within three pound, lint as much as his brother Cres. If he do, the rich shall have more.
Cres. Is he so young a man, and so old a lifter ??

HECTOR passes over.
Pan. But, to prove to you that Helen loves him;

Pan. That's Hector, that, that, look you, that: -she came, and puts me her white hand to his There's a fellow !--Go thy way, Hector;—There's cloven chin,

a brave man, niece.-0 brave Hector ! -Look, Cres. Juno have mercy !-How came it cloven ? how he looks! there's a countenance: Is't not a

Pan. Why, you know, 'tis dimpled : I think, his brave man? smiling becomes him better than any man in all Cres. 0, a brave man! Phrygia.

Pan. Is 'a not? It does a man's heart good.Cres. O, he smiles valiantly.

Look you what hacks are on his helmet! look you Pan. Does he not?

yonder, do you see? look you there! There's no Cres. O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn.

jesting: there's laying on; take't off who will, as Pan. Why, go to then :-But to prove to you they say: there be hacks ! that Helen loves Troilus,

Cres. Be those with swords? Cres. Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll prove it so.

PARIS passes over. Pan. Troilus? why he esteems her no more Pan. Swords? any thing, he cares not: an the than I esteem an addle egg.

devil come to him, it's all one: By god's lid it does Cres. If you love an addle egy as well as you one's heart good :-Yonder comes Paris, yonder love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' the

comes Paris : look ye yonder, niece; Is't not a galshell.

lant man, too, is't not?-Why, this is brave now. Pan. I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she

-Who said, he came hurt home to-day? he's not tickled his chin;-Indeed, she has a marvellous hurt: why this will do Helen's heart good now.. white hand, I must needs confess.

Ha! would I could see Troilus now !--you shall Cres. Without the rack.

see Troilus anon. Pan. And she takes upon her to spy a white Cres. Who's that? hair on his chin. Cres. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.

HELENUS passes over. Pan. But, there was such laughing ;-Que Pan. That's Helenus,-I marvel, where Troilua Hecuba laughed, that her eyes ran o'er.

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"A term in the game at cards called noddy

is :-That's Helenus ;-I think he went not forth SCENE III.- The Grecian Camp. Before to-day :-That's Helenus.

Agamemnon's Tent. Cres. Can Helenus fight, uncle ?

Pan. Helenus ? no ;-yes, he'll fight indifferent Trumpets. Enter AGAMEMNON, NESTOR, ULYSSES, well :-) marvel, where Troilus is !-Hark; do

MENELAUS, and others. you not hear the people cry, Troilus ?-Helenus is Agam. Princes, a priest.

What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? Cres. What sneaking fellow comes yonder ? The ample proposition, that hope makes

In all designs begun on earth below,
TROILUS passes over.

Fails in the promis'd largeness; checks and disasters
Pan. Where? yonder? that's Deiphobus : 'Tis Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd;
Troilus! there's a man, niece !-Hem !-Brave As knots, by the contlúx of meeting sap,
Troilus! the prince of chivalry!

Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Cres. Peace, for shame, peace!

Tortive and errant from his course of growth. Pan. Mark 'him; note him ;-0 brave Troilus! Nor, princes, is it matter new to us, - look well upon him, niece; look you, how his That we come short of our suppose so far, sword is bloodied, and his helm more hack'd than that, after seven years' siege, yet Troy walls stand; Hector's; And how he looks, and how he goes! Sith every action that hath gone before,

- admirable youth! he ne'er saw three and Whereot' we have record, trial did draw twenty. Go thy way, Troilus, go thy way: had I | Bias and thwart, not answering the aiin, a sister were a grace, or a daughter a goddess, he

And that unbodied figure of the thought should take his choice. O admirable man! Paris? That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, -Paris is dirt to him; and, I warrant, Helen, to Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works; change, would give an eye to boot.

And think them shames, which are, indeed, nought

else Forces pass over the Stage.

But the protractive trials of great Jove, Cres. Here come more.

To find persistive constancy in men ? Pan. Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff The tineness of which metal is not found and bran; porridge after meat! I could live and die in fortune's love; for them, the bold and coward, i' the eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look; the The wise and fool, the artist and unread, eagles are gone; crows and daws, crows and daws! The hard and soft, seem all attined and kin; I had rather be such a man as Troilus, than Aga- But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, memnon and all Greece.

Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan Cres. There is among the Greeks, Achilles; a Putting at all, winnows the light away; better man than Troilus.

And what hath mass, or matter, by itself
Pan. Achilles ? a drayman, a porter, a very camel. Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.
Cres. Well, well.

Nést. With due observance of thy godlike seat, Pan. Well, well ?-Why, have you any discre- Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply tion? have you any eyes ? Do you know what a Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance, man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Lies the true proof of men; The sea being smooth, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, libe- How many shallow bauble boats dare sail rality, and such like, the spice and salt that season Upon her patient breast, making their way a man?

With those of nobler bulk ! Cres. Ay, a minced man; and then to be baked | But let the rutian Boreas once enrage with no date in the pye,-for then the man's date The gentle Thetis, and, anon, behold is out.

The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains Pan. You are such a woman! one knows not at

cut, what ward3 you lie.

Bounding between the two moist elements, Cres. Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon Like Perseus' horse: Where's then the saucy boat, my wit, to defend my wiles ; upon my secrecy, to

Whose weak untimber'd sides but even now defend mine honesty; my mask, to defend my Co-rival'd greatness? either to harbor fled, beauty; and you to defend all these: and at all Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so these wards Ilie, at a thousand watches.

Doth valor's show, and valor's worth, divide, Pan. Say one of your watches.

In storms of fortune: For, in her ray and bright. Cres. Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's

ness, one of the chiefest of them too; if I cannot ward The herd hath more annoyance by the brize,? what I would not have hit, I can watch you for Than by the tiger : but when the splitting wind telling how I took the blow; unless it swell past Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, hiding, and then it is past watching.

And fies fled under shade, why, then, the thing

of courage, Enter Troilus' Boy.

As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympathize, Boy. Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you. And, with an accent tuned the self-same key, Pan. Where?

Peturns to chiding fortune. Boy. At your own house; there he unarms him. Ulyss.

Agamemnon, Pun. Good boy, tell him I come: [Exit Boy.) Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, I doubt he be hurt.-Fare ye well, good niece. Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit, Cres. Adieu, uncle.

In whom the tempers and the minds of all Pan. I'll be with you, niece, by-and-by.

Should be shut up,-hear what Ulysses speaks. Cres. To bring, uncle,

Besides the applause and approbation, Pan. Ay, a token from Troilus.

The which,-most mighty for thy place and Cres. By the same token-you are a bawd.


[TO AGAMEMNON. [Exit PANDARUS. And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life, Words, vows, griefs, tears, and love's full sacritice,

(TO NESTOR. He offers in another's enterprise:

I give to both your speeches,-which were such, But more in Troilus thousand fold I see

As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be : Should hold up high in brass ; and such again, Yet hold I of Women are angels, wooing : As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver, Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing : Should with a bond of air, (strong as the axle-tree That she belov'd knows nought, that knows not On which heaven rides,) knit all the Greekish ears this,

To his experienced tongue,-yet let it please Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is:

both,That she was never yet that ever knew

Thou great,-and wise,-to hear Ulysses speak. Love got so sweet, as when desire did sue:

Agam. Speak, prince of Ithaca; and be't of less Therefore this maxim out of love I teach,

expects Achievement is command ; ungain'd, beseech: That matter needless, of importless burden, Then though my heart's content firm love doth Divide thy lips : than we are contident, bear,

When rank shersites opes his mastiff jaws, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear. (Exit. We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.

, Dates were an ingredient in ancient pastry of almost • Twisted and rambling. Since. • Joined by affinity. every kind.

3 Guard.

* The gad-fly that stings cattle. • Expectation.

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