The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [759]
Our doubtful hope, our convoy, and our bark.
Alarum. Enter AENEAS
AENEAS.
How now, Prince Troilus! Wherefore not afield?
TROILUS.
Because not there. This woman's answer sorts,
For womanish it is to be from thence.
What news, Aeneas, from the field to-day?
AENEAS.
That Paris is returned home, and hurt.
TROILUS.
By whom, Aeneas?
AENEAS.
Troilus, by Menelaus.
TROILUS.
Let Paris bleed: 'tis but a scar to scorn;
Paris is gor'd with Menelaus' horn.
[Alarum]
AENEAS.
Hark what good sport is out of town to-day!
TROILUS.
Better at home, if 'would I might' were 'may.'
But to the sport abroad. Are you bound thither?
AENEAS.
In all swift haste.
TROILUS.
Come, go we then together.
Exeunt
ACT I. SCENE 2. Troy. A street
Enter CRESSIDA and her man ALEXANDER
CRESSIDA.
Who were those went by?
ALEXANDER.
Queen Hecuba and Helen.
CRESSIDA.
And whither go they?
ALEXANDER.
Up to the eastern tower,
Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
Is as a virtue fix'd, to-day was mov'd.
He chid Andromache, and struck his armourer;
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the sun rose he was harness'd light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did as a prophet weep what it foresaw
In Hector's wrath.
CRESSIDA.
What was his cause of anger?
ALEXANDER.
The noise goes, this: there is among the Greeks
A lord of Troyan blood, nephew to Hector;
They call him Ajax.
CRESSIDA.
Good; and what of him?
ALEXANDER.
They say he is a very man per se,
And stands alone.
CRESSIDA.
So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.
ALEXANDER.
This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their
particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the
bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded
humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced
with discretion. There is no man hath a virtue that he hath not a
glimpse of, nor any man an attaint but he carries some stain of
it; he is melancholy without cause and merry against the hair; he
hath the joints of every thing; but everything so out of joint
that he is a gouty Briareus, many hands and no use, or purblind
Argus, all eyes and no sight.
CRESSIDA.
But how should this man, that makes me smile, make
Hector angry?
ALEXANDER.
They say he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle and
struck him down, the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since
kept Hector fasting and waking.
Enter PANDARUS
CRESSIDA.
Who comes here?
ALEXANDER.
Madam, your uncle Pandarus.
CRESSIDA.
Hector's a gallant man.
ALEXANDER.
As may be in the world, lady.
PANDARUS.
What's that? What's that?
CRESSIDA.
Good morrow, uncle Pandarus.
PANDARUS.
Good morrow, cousin Cressid. What do you talk of?-
Good
morrow, Alexander.-How do you, cousin? When were you at Ilium?
CRESSIDA.
This morning, uncle.
PANDARUS.
What were you talking of when I came? Was Hector arm'd
and gone ere you came to Ilium? Helen was not up, was she?
CRESSIDA.
Hector was gone; but Helen was not up.
PANDARUS.
E'en so. Hector was stirring early.
CRESSIDA.
That were we talking of, and of his anger.
PANDARUS.
Was he angry?
CRESSIDA.
So he says here.
PANDARUS.
True, he was so; I know the cause too; he'll lay about
him today, I can tell them that. And there's Troilus will not
come far behind him; let them take heed of Troilus, I can tell them that too.
CRESSIDA.
What, is he angry too?
PANDARUS.
Who, Troilus? Troilus is the better man of the two.
CRESSIDA.
O Jupiter! there's no comparison.
PANDARUS.
What, not between Troilus and Hector? Do you know a man
if you see him?
CRESSIDA.
Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him.
PANDARUS.
Well, I say Troilus is Troilus.
CRESSIDA.
Then you say as I say, for I am sure he is not Hector.
PANDARUS.
No, nor Hector is not Troilus in some degrees.
CRESSIDA.
'Tis just to each of them: he is himself.
PANDARUS.