TROILUS and CRESSIDA. ACT I. SCENE, the Palace in Troy. Enter Pandarus and Troilus. TROILUS. ALL here my varlet; I'll unarm again (3) Pan. Will this geer ne'er be mended? Troi. The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their ftrength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fiercenefs valiant. But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than fleep, fonder than ignorance; Lefs valiant than the virgin in the night, (3) -I'll unarm again. Why Should I war without the walls of Trov, Pan. That find fucb cruel battle here within?] I won't venture to affirm, that this paffage is founded on Anacreon, but there is a mighty con fonance both of thought and expreffion in both Poets; particularly, in the clofe of the fentence. Μάτην δ ̓ ἔχω βοείην Τὶ γὰς βαλωμεθ ̓ ἔξω, P 6 'Tis Pan. Well, I have told you enough for this: for my part, I'll not meddle nor make any farther. He, that ihall have a cake out of the wheat, must needs tarry the grinding. Tro. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the boulting. Troi. Have I not tarried? Pan. Ay, the boulting; but you muft tarry the leav'ning. Troi. Still have I tarried. Pan. Ay, to the leav`ning: but here's yet in the word hereafter, the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking, nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips. Troi. Patience herself, what Goddess e'er she be, Doth leffer blench at fuffrance, than I do. At Priam's royal table do I fit; 'Tis in vain that I have a shield: for wherefore should I wear that out- In my opinion, the paffage fhould be thus render'd; Qud erim [illum] extrinfecùs objiciam, Cum Pugna intus omninò ardeat ? -I am The tranflators do not feem to have remember'd, that Cáλrouai (as its compounds, αμφιβάλλομαι, ἐπιβάλλομαι, περιβάλλομαι)may fometimes fignify actively, induo, injicio, impono. Authorities are fo obvious, that it is unneceffary to alledge any. And And when fair Creffid comes into my thoughts, Troi. I was about to tell thee, when my heart, But forrow, that is couch'd in feeming gladness, Fan. And her hair were not fomewhat darker than HeLen's-well,goto, there were no more comparifon between> the women. But, for my part, fhe is my kinfwoman; I would not (as they term it) praise her-but I would, fomebody had heard her talk yesterday, as I did: I will not difpraise your fifter Caffandra's wit, but Troi. O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus · (4) When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd, Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Writing their own reproach) to whose soft seisure (4) When I do tell thee, there my bopes lie drown'd, Reply not in bow many fatboms deep They lie intrench'd.] This is only the reading of the modern editors: I have reftor'd that of the old books. For befides that, intrench'd in fatboms, is a phrafe which we have very great reafon to fufpect; what confonance, or agreement, in fenfe is there betwixt drown'd and intrencb'd? The firft carries the idea of deftruction, the latter of fecurity. Indrench'd correfponds exactly with drown'd; and fignifies, immers'd in the deep, or, as our Poet in another place calls it, en fteep'd. So in his Venus and Adonis. O, where am I, (quoth fhe) in earth, or heav'n 2 And in the Two Gentlemen of Verona, we again find the terms coupled The cignet's down is harfh, and spirit of fenfe Thou lay'ft, in every gafh that love hath giv'n me, Pan. I fpeak no more than truth. Troi. Thou doft not speak fo much. Pan. 'Faith, I'll not meddle in't. Let her be as the is, if fhe be fair, 'tis the better for her; an fhe be not, fhe has the mends in her own hands. Troi. Good Pandarus; how now, Pandarus? Pan. I have had my labour for my travel, ill thought on of her, and ill thought on of you: gone between and between, but fmall thanks for my labour. Troi. What art thou angry, Pandarus? what, with me? Pan. Because fhe is kin to me, therefore fhe is not fo fair as Helen; and fhe were not kin to me, fhe would be as fair on Friday as Helen is on Sunday. But what care I? I care not, an fhe were a black-a-moor; 'tis all one to me. Troi. Say I, fhe is not fair? Pan. I do not care whether you do or no, fhe's a fool to stay behind her father: let her to the Greeks, and fo I'll tell her the next time I fee her: for my part, I'll meddle nor make no more i'th' matter. Troi. Pandarus. Pan. Not I. Troi. Sweet Pandarus, Pan. Pray you, speak no more to me: I will leave all as I found it, and there's an end. [Exit Pandarus. [Sound Alarm. Tr. Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude founds! Fools on both fides.- Helen muft needs be fair, When with your blood you daily paint her thus. I cannot fight upon this argument, It is too ftarv'd a fubject for my fword: But Pandarus O Gods! how do you plague me! Tell Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, Ene. How now, Prince Troilus ? wherefore not i'th field? Troi. Because not there; this woman's anfwer forts, For womanish it is to be from thence: What news, Eneas, from the field to-day? Ene. That Paris is return'd home, and hurt. Ene. Troilus, by Menelaus. Troi. Let Paris bleed, 'tis but a fear to fcorn; Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn. [Alarm. Ene. Hark, what good sport is out of town to-day? Troi. Better at home, if would I might, were may But to the sport abroad Ene. In all swift hafte. are you bound thither ? Troi. Come, go we then together.start [Exeunt. SCENE changes to a publick Street, near the Walls of Troy. Enter Creffida, and Alexander, her Servant, Gre. W Serv. Queen Hecuba and Helen. WHO were those went by? Cre. And whither go they? Serv. Up to the eastern tower, Whofe height commands as fubject all the vale, Is, as the Virtue, fix'd, to-day was mov'd: (5) (5) -whofe patience He Is as a virtue fix'd,] What's the meaning of Hector's patience being fix'd as a virtue ? is not patience a virtue? What room then for the |