Princes, What grief has set these jaundies o’er your cheeks? The ample proposition that hope makes In all designs begun on earth below Fails in the promis’d largeness; checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d, As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infects the sound pine, and diverts his grain Tortive and errant from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us That we come short of our suppose so far That after seven years’ siege yet Troy walls stand; Sith every action that has gone before, Whereof we have record, trial did draw Bias and thwart, not answering the aim, And that unbodied figure of the thought That gave’t surmised shape. Why then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abash’d behold our works And call them shames, which are, indeed, naught else But the protractive trials of great Jove To find persistive constancy in men; The fineness of which metal is not found In fortune’s love? For then the bold and coward, The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft, seem all affin’d and kin. But in the wind and tempest of her frown Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away; And what has mass or matter by itself Lies rich in virtue and unmingled.

princes, what grief has set these jaundies o’er your cheeks? the ample proposition that hope makes in all designs begun on earth below fails in the promis’d largeness; checks and disasters grow in the veins of actions highest rear’d, as knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, infects the sound pine, and diverts his grain tortive and errant from his course of growth. nor, princes, is it matter new to us that we come short of our suppose so far that after seven years’ siege yet troy walls stand; sith every action that has gone before, whereof we have record, trial did draw bias and thwart, not answering the aim, and that unbodied figure of the thought that gave’t surmised shape. why then, you princes, do you with cheeks abash’d behold our works and call them shames, which are, indeed, naught else but the protractive trials of great jove to find persistive constancy in men; the fineness of which metal is not found in fortune’s love? for then the bold and coward, the wise and fool, the artist and unread, the hard and soft, seem all affin’d and kin. but in the wind and tempest of her frown distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, puffing at all, winnows the light away; and what has mass or matter by itself lies rich in virtue and unmingled.

princes, what grief has set these jaundies o’er your

With due observance of your godlike seat, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply your latest words. In the reproof of chance Lies the true proof of men. The sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk! But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis, and anon behold The strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut, Bounding between the two moist elements Like Perseus’ horse. Where’s then the saucy boat, Whose weak untimber’d sides but even now Co-rivall’d greatness? Either to harbour fled Or made a toast for Neptune. Even so does valour’s show and valour’s worth divide In storms of fortune; for in her ray and brightness The herd has more annoyance by the breeze Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, And flies fled under shade—why, then the thing of courage, As rous’d with rage, with rage does sympathise, And with an accent tun’d in self-same key Retorts to chiding fortune.

with due observance of your godlike seat, great agamemnon, nestor shall apply your latest words. in the reproof of chance lies the true proof of men. the sea being smooth, how many shallow bauble boats dare sail upon her patient breast, making their way with those of nobler bulk! but let the ruffian boreas once enrage the gentle thetis, and anon behold the strong-ribb’d bark through liquid mountains cut, bounding between the two moist elements like perseus’ horse. where’s then the saucy boat, whose weak untimber’d sides but even now co-rivall’d greatness? either to harbour fled or made a toast for neptune. even so does valour’s show and valour’s worth divide in storms of fortune; for in her ray and brightness the herd has more annoyance by the breeze than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks, and flies fled under shade—why, then the thing of courage, as rous’d with rage, with rage does sympathise, and with an accent tun’d in self-same key retorts to chiding fortune.

with due observance of your godlike seat, great agamemnon,

Agamemnon, you great commander, nerve and bone of Greece, Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit In whom the tempers and the minds of all Should be shut up—hear what Ulysses speaks. Besides th’applause and approbation The which, [_To Agamemnon_] most mighty, for your place and sway,

agamemnon, you great commander, nerve and bone of greece, heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit in whom the tempers and the minds of all should be shut up—hear what ulysses speaks. besides th’applause and approbation the which, [_to agamemnon_] most mighty, for your place and sway,

agamemnon, you great commander, nerve and bone of greece,

Speak, Prince of Ithaca; and be’t of less expect That matter needless, of importless burden, Divide your lips than we are confident, When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws, We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.

speak, prince of ithaca; and be’t of less expect that matter needless, of importless burden, divide your lips than we are confident, when rank thersites opes his mastic jaws, we shall hear music, wit, and oracle.

speak, prince of ithaca; and be’t of less expect that

Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, And the great Hector’s sword had lack’d a master, But for these instances: The specialty of rule has been neglected; And look how many Grecian tents do stand Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. When that the general is not like the hive, To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded, Th’unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order; And therefore is the glorious planet Sol In noble eminence enthron’d and spher’d Amidst the other, whose med’cinable eye Corrects the influence of evil planets, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture! O, when degree is shak’d, Which is the ladder of all high designs, The enterprise is sick! How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenity and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark what discord follows! Each thing melts In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe; Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead; Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong— Between whose endless jar justice resides— Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself. Great Agamemnon, This chaos, when degree is suffocate, Follows the choking. And this neglection of degree it is That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose It has to climb. The general’s disdain’d By him one step below, he by the next, That next by him beneath; so every step, Exampl’d by the first pace that is sick Of his superior, grows to an envious fever Of pale and bloodless emulation. And ’tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.

troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, and the great hector’s sword had lack’d a master, but for these instances: the specialty of rule has been neglected; and look how many grecian tents do stand hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions. when that the general is not like the hive, to whom the foragers shall all repair, what honey is expected? degree being vizarded, th’unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. the heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, observe degree, priority, and place, insisture, course, proportion, season, form, office, and custom, in all line of order; and therefore is the glorious planet sol in noble eminence enthron’d and spher’d amidst the other, whose med’cinable eye corrects the influence of evil planets, and posts, like the commandment of a king, sans check, to good and bad. but when the planets in evil mixture to disorder wander, what plagues and what portents, what mutiny, what raging of the sea, shaking of earth, commotion in the winds! frights, changes, horrors, divert and crack, rend and deracinate, the unity and married calm of states quite from their fixture! o, when degree is shak’d, which is the ladder of all high designs, the enterprise is sick! how could communities, degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, peaceful commerce from dividable shores, the primogenity and due of birth, prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, but by degree stand in authentic place? take but degree away, untune that string, and hark what discord follows! each thing melts in mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, and make a sop of all this solid globe; strength should be lord of imbecility, and the rude son should strike his father dead; force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong— between whose endless jar justice resides— should lose their names, and so should justice too. then everything includes itself in power, power into will, will into appetite; and appetite, an universal wolf, so doubly seconded with will and power, must make perforce an universal prey, and last eat up himself. great agamemnon, this chaos, when degree is suffocate, follows the choking. and this neglection of degree it is that by a pace goes backward, with a purpose it has to climb. the general’s disdain’d by him one step below, he by the next, that next by him beneath; so every step, exampl’d by the first pace that is sick of his superior, grows to an envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation. and ’tis this fever that keeps troy on foot, not her own sinews. to end a tale of length, troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.

troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, and the great

Most wisely has Ulysses here discover’d The fever whereof all our power is sick.

most wisely has ulysses here discover’d the fever whereof all our power is sick.

most wisely has ulysses here discover’d the fever whereof

The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, What is the remedy?

the nature of the sickness found, ulysses, what is the remedy?

the nature of the sickness found, ulysses, what is the

The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns The sinew and the forehand of our host, Having his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent Lies mocking our designs; with him Patroclus Upon a lazy bed the livelong day Breaks scurril jests; And with ridiculous and awkward action— Which, slanderer, he imitation calls— He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, your topless deputation he puts on; And like a strutting player whose conceit Lies in his hamstring, and does think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound ’Twixt his stretch’d footing and the scaffoldage— Such to-be-pitied and o’er-wrested seeming He acts your greatness in; and when he speaks ’Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquar’d, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp’d, Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff The large Achilles, on his press’d bed lolling, From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Cries ‘Excellent! ’Tis Agamemnon right! Now play me Nestor; hem, and stroke your beard, As he being drest to some oration.’ That’s done—as near as the extremest ends Of parallels, as like as Vulcan and his wife; Yet god Achilles still cries ‘Excellent! ’Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus, Arming to answer in a night alarm.’ And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age Must be the scene of mirth: to cough and spit And, with a palsy fumbling on his gorget, Shake in and out the rivet. And at this sport Sir Valour dies; cries ‘O, enough, Patroclus; Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all In pleasure of my spleen.’ And in this fashion All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, Severals and generals of grace exact, Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, Excitements to the field or speech for truce, Success or loss, what is or is not, serves As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.

the great achilles, whom opinion crowns the sinew and the forehand of our host, having his ear full of his airy fame, grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent lies mocking our designs; with him patroclus upon a lazy bed the livelong day breaks scurril jests; and with ridiculous and awkward action— which, slanderer, he imitation calls— he pageants us. sometime, great agamemnon, your topless deputation he puts on; and like a strutting player whose conceit lies in his hamstring, and does think it rich to hear the wooden dialogue and sound ’twixt his stretch’d footing and the scaffoldage— such to-be-pitied and o’er-wrested seeming he acts your greatness in; and when he speaks ’tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquar’d, which, from the tongue of roaring typhon dropp’d, would seem hyperboles. at this fusty stuff the large achilles, on his press’d bed lolling, from his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; cries ‘excellent! ’tis agamemnon right! now play me nestor; hem, and stroke your beard, as he being drest to some oration.’ that’s done—as near as the extremest ends of parallels, as like as vulcan and his wife; yet god achilles still cries ‘excellent! ’tis nestor right. now play him me, patroclus, arming to answer in a night alarm.’ and then, forsooth, the faint defects of age must be the scene of mirth: to cough and spit and, with a palsy fumbling on his gorget, shake in and out the rivet. and at this sport sir valour dies; cries ‘o, enough, patroclus; or give me ribs of steel! i shall split all in pleasure of my spleen.’ and in this fashion all our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, severals and generals of grace exact, achievements, plots, orders, preventions, excitements to the field or speech for truce, success or loss, what is or is not, serves as stuff for these two to make paradoxes.

the great achilles, whom opinion crowns the sinew and the

And in the imitation of these twain— Who, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns With an imperial voice—many are infect. Ajax is grown self-will’d and bears his head In such a rein, in full as proud a place As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him; Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites, A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint, To match us in comparisons with dirt, To weaken and discredit our exposure, How rank soever rounded in with danger.

and in the imitation of these twain— who, as ulysses says, opinion crowns with an imperial voice—many are infect. ajax is grown self-will’d and bears his head in such a rein, in full as proud a place as broad achilles; keeps his tent like him; makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war bold as an oracle, and sets thersites, a slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint, to match us in comparisons with dirt, to weaken and discredit our exposure, how rank soever rounded in with danger.

and in the imitation of these twain— who, as ulysses says,

They tax our policy and call it cowardice, Count wisdom as no member of the war, Forestall prescience, and esteem no act But that of hand. The still and mental parts That do contrive how many hands shall strike When fitness calls them on, and know, by measure Of their observant toil, the enemies’ weight— Why, this has not a finger’s dignity: They call this bed-work, mapp’ry, closet-war; So that the ram that batters down the wall, For the great swinge and rudeness of his poise, They place before his hand that made the engine, Or those that with the fineness of their souls By reason guide his execution.

they tax our policy and call it cowardice, count wisdom as no member of the war, forestall prescience, and esteem no act but that of hand. the still and mental parts that do contrive how many hands shall strike when fitness calls them on, and know, by measure of their observant toil, the enemies’ weight— why, this has not a finger’s dignity: they call this bed-work, mapp’ry, closet-war; so that the ram that batters down the wall, for the great swinge and rudeness of his poise, they place before his hand that made the engine, or those that with the fineness of their souls by reason guide his execution.

they tax our policy and call it cowardice, count wisdom as

Let this be granted, and Achilles’ horse Makes many Thetis’ sons.

let this be granted, and achilles’ horse makes many thetis’ sons.

let this be granted, and achilles’ horse makes many thetis’

What trumpet? Look, Menelaus.

what trumpet? look, menelaus.

what trumpet? look, menelaus.

From Troy.

from troy.

from troy.

What would you fore our tent?

what would you fore our tent?

what would you fore our tent?

Is this great Agamemnon’s tent, I pray you?

is this great agamemnon’s tent, i pray you?

is this great agamemnon’s tent, i pray you?

Even this.

even this.

even this.

May one that is a herald and a prince Do a fair message to his kingly eyes?

may one that is a herald and a prince do a fair message to his kingly eyes?

may one that is a herald and a prince do a fair message to

With surety stronger than Achilles’ arm Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice Call Agamemnon head and general.

with surety stronger than achilles’ arm fore all the greekish heads, which with one voice call agamemnon head and general.

with surety stronger than achilles’ arm fore all the

Fair leave and large security. How may A stranger to those most imperial looks Know them from eyes of other mortals?

fair leave and large security. how may a stranger to those most imperial looks know them from eyes of other mortals?

fair leave and large security. how may a stranger to those

How?

how?

how?

Ay; I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phoebus. Which is that god in office, guiding men? Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?

ay; i ask, that i might waken reverence, and bid the cheek be ready with a blush modest as morning when she coldly eyes the youthful phoebus. which is that god in office, guiding men? which is the high and mighty agamemnon?

ay; i ask, that i might waken reverence, and bid the cheek

This Trojan scorns us, or the men of Troy Are ceremonious courtiers.

this trojan scorns us, or the men of troy are ceremonious courtiers.

this trojan scorns us, or the men of troy are ceremonious

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, Aeneas, Peace, Trojan; lay your finger on your lips. The worthiness of praise distains his worth, If that the prais’d himself bring the praise forth; But what the repining enemy commends, That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends.

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, aeneas, peace, trojan; lay your finger on your lips. the worthiness of praise distains his worth, if that the prais’d himself bring the praise forth; but what the repining enemy commends, that breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends.

courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm’d, as bending angels;

Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Aeneas?

sir, you of troy, call you yourself aeneas?

sir, you of troy, call you yourself aeneas?

Ay, Greek, that is my name.

ay, greek, that is my name.

ay, greek, that is my name.

What’s your affairs, I pray you?

what’s your affairs, i pray you?

what’s your affairs, i pray you?

Sir, pardon; ’tis for Agamemnon’s ears. AGAMEMNON He hears naught privately that comes from Troy.

sir, pardon; ’tis for agamemnon’s ears. agamemnon he hears naught privately that comes from troy.

sir, pardon; ’tis for agamemnon’s ears. agamemnon he hears

Nor I from Troy come not to whisper with him; I bring a trumpet to awake his ear, To set his sense on the attentive bent, And then to speak.

nor i from troy come not to whisper with him; i bring a trumpet to awake his ear, to set his sense on the attentive bent, and then to speak.

nor i from troy come not to whisper with him; i bring a

Speak frankly as the wind; It is not Agamemnon’s sleeping hour. That you shall know, Trojan, he is awake, He tells you so himself.

speak frankly as the wind; it is not agamemnon’s sleeping hour. that you shall know, trojan, he is awake, he tells you so himself.

speak frankly as the wind; it is not agamemnon’s sleeping

Trumpet, blow loud, Send your brass voice through all these lazy tents; And every Greek of mettle, let him know What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.

trumpet, blow loud, send your brass voice through all these lazy tents; and every greek of mettle, let him know what troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.

trumpet, blow loud, send your brass voice through all these

This shall be told our lovers, Lord Aeneas. 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, has not, or is not in love. If then one is, or has, or means to be, That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he.

this shall be told our lovers, lord aeneas. 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, has not, or is not in love. if then one is, or has, or means to be, that one meets hector; if none else, i'm he.

this shall be told our lovers, lord aeneas. if none of them

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 A noble man that has one spark of fire To answer for his love, tell him from me I’ll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, And in my vambrace put this wither’d brawns, And meeting him, will tell him that my lady Was fairer than his grandam, and as chaste As may be in the world. His youth in flood, I’ll prove this troth with my three drops of blood.

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 a noble man that has one spark of fire to answer for his love, tell him from me i’ll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver, and in my vambrace put this wither’d brawns, and meeting him, will tell him that my lady was fairer than his grandam, and as chaste as may be in the world. his youth in flood, i’ll prove this troth with my three drops of blood.

tell him of nestor, one that was a man when hector’s

Now heavens forfend such scarcity of youth!

now heavens forfend such scarcity of youth!

now heavens forfend such scarcity of youth!

Amen.

amen.

amen.

Fair Lord Aeneas, let me touch your hand; To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. Achilles shall have word of this intent; So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent. Yourself shall feast with us before you go, And find the welcome of a noble foe.

fair lord aeneas, let me touch your hand; to our pavilion shall i lead you, sir. achilles shall have word of this intent; so shall each lord of greece, from tent to tent. yourself shall feast with us before you go, and find the welcome of a noble foe.

fair lord aeneas, let me touch your hand; to our pavilion

Nestor!

nestor!

nestor!

What says Ulysses?

what says ulysses?

what says ulysses?

I have a young conception in my brain; Be you my time to bring it to some shape.

i've a young conception in my brain; be you my time to bring it to some shape.

i've a young conception in my brain; be you my time to

What is’t?

what is’t?

what is’t?

This ’tis: Blunt wedges rive hard knots. The seeded pride That has to this maturity blown up In rank Achilles must or now be cropp’d Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil To overbulk us all.

this ’tis: blunt wedges rive hard knots. the seeded pride that has to this maturity blown up in rank achilles must or now be cropp’d or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil to overbulk us all.

this ’tis: blunt wedges rive hard knots. the seeded pride

Well, and how?

well, and how?

well, and how?

This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles.

this challenge that the gallant hector sends, however it is spread in general name, relates in purpose only to achilles.

this challenge that the gallant hector sends, however it is

True. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance Whose grossness little characters sum up; And, in the publication, make no strain But that Achilles, were his brain as barren As banks of Libya—though, Apollo knows, ’Tis dry enough—will with great speed of judgement, Ay, with celerity, find Hector’s purpose Pointing on him.

true. the purpose is perspicuous even as substance whose grossness little characters sum up; and, in the publication, make no strain but that achilles, were his brain as barren as banks of libya—though, apollo knows, ’tis dry enough—will with great speed of judgement, ay, with celerity, find hector’s purpose pointing on him.

true. the purpose is perspicuous even as substance whose

And wake him to the answer, think you?

and wake him to the answer, think you?

and wake him to the answer, think you?

Why, ’tis most meet. Who may you else oppose That can from Hector bring those honours off, If not Achilles? Though ’t be a sportful combat, Yet in this trial much opinion dwells For here the Trojans taste our dear’st repute With their fin’st palate; and trust to me, Ulysses, Our imputation shall be oddly pois’d In this vile action; for the success, Although particular, shall give a scantling Of good or bad unto the general; And in such indexes, although small pricks To their subsequent volumes, there is seen The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come at large. It is suppos’d He that meets Hector issues from our choice; And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, Makes merit her election, and does boil, As ’twere from forth us all, a man distill’d Out of our virtues; who miscarrying, What heart receives from hence a conquering part, To steel a strong opinion to themselves? Which entertain’d, limbs are his instruments, In no less working than are swords and bows Directive by the limbs.

why, ’tis most meet. who may you else oppose that can from hector bring those honours off, if not achilles? though ’t be a sportful combat, yet in this trial much opinion dwells for here the trojans taste our dear’st repute with their fin’st palate; and trust to me, ulysses, our imputation shall be oddly pois’d in this vile action; for the success, although particular, shall give a scantling of good or bad unto the general; and in such indexes, although small pricks to their subsequent volumes, there is seen the baby figure of the giant mass of things to come at large. it is suppos’d he that meets hector issues from our choice; and choice, being mutual act of all our souls, makes merit her election, and does boil, as ’twere from forth us all, a man distill’d out of our virtues; who miscarrying, what heart receives from hence a conquering part, to steel a strong opinion to themselves? which entertain’d, limbs are his instruments, in no less working than are swords and bows directive by the limbs.

why, ’tis most meet. who may you else oppose that can from

Give pardon to my speech. Therefore ’tis meet Achilles meet not Hector. Let us, like merchants, First show foul wares, and think perchance they’ll sell; If not, the lustre of the better shall exceed By showing the worse first. Do not consent That ever Hector and Achilles meet; For both our honour and our shame in this Are dogg’d with two strange followers.

give pardon to my speech. therefore ’tis meet achilles meet not hector. let us, like merchants, first show foul wares, and think perchance they’ll sell; if not, the lustre of the better shall exceed by showing the worse first. do not consent that ever hector and achilles meet; for both our honour and our shame in this are dogg’d with two strange followers.

give pardon to my speech. therefore ’tis meet achilles meet

I see them not with my old eyes. What are they?

i see them not with my old eyes. what are they?

i see them not with my old eyes. what are they?

What glory our Achilles shares from Hector, Were he not proud, we all should share with him; But he already is too insolent; And it were better parch in Afric sun Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, Should he scape Hector fair. If he were foil’d, Why, then we do our main opinion crush In taint of our best man. No, make a lott’ry; And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw The sort to fight with Hector. Among ourselves Give him allowance for the better man; For that will physic the great Myrmidon, Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends. If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off, We’ll dress him up in voices; if he fail, Yet go we under our opinion still That we have better men. But, hit or miss, Our project’s life this shape of sense assumes— Ajax employ’d plucks down Achilles’ plumes.

what glory our achilles shares from hector, were he not proud, we all should share with him; but he already is too insolent; and it were better parch in afric sun than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, should he scape hector fair. if he were foil’d, why, then we do our main opinion crush in taint of our best man. no, make a lott’ry; and, by device, let blockish ajax draw the sort to fight with hector. among ourselves give him allowance for the better man; for that will physic the great myrmidon, who broils in loud applause, and make him fall his crest, that prouder than blue iris bends. if the dull brainless ajax come safe off, we’ll dress him up in voices; if he fail, yet go we under our opinion still that we have better men. but, hit or miss, our project’s life this shape of sense assumes— ajax employ’d plucks down achilles’ plumes.

what glory our achilles shares from hector, were he not

Now, Ulysses, I begin to relish your advice; And I will give a taste thereof forthwith To Agamemnon. Go we to him straight. Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone Must tarre the mastiffs on, as ’twere their bone.

now, ulysses, i begin to relish your advice; and i will give a taste thereof forthwith to agamemnon. go we to him straight. two curs shall tame each other: pride alone must tarre the mastiffs on, as ’twere their bone.

now, ulysses, i begin to relish your advice; and i will