Act 1 — Scene III. The Grecian camp. Before Agamemnon's tent.

Agam. Princes,[1085] What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?[1086] The ample proposition that hope makes[1087] In all designs begun on earth below Fails in the promised largeness: checks and disasters 5 Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd, As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine and divert his grain[1088] Tortive and errant from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us 10 That we come short of our suppose so far That after seven years' siege yet Troy walls stand; Sith every action that hath gone before,[1089] Whereof we have record, trial did draw Bias and thwart, not answering the aim 15 And that unbodied figure of the thought That gave't surmised shape. Why then, you princes, Do you with checks abash'd behold our works,[1090] And call them shames? which are indeed nought else[1091] But the protractive trials of great Jove 20 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 affined and kin: 25 But in the wind and tempest of her frown, Distinction with a broad and powerful fan[1092] Puffing at all winnows the light away, And what hath mass or matter, by itself[1093] Lies rich in virtue and unmingled. 30 Nest. With due observance of thy godlike seat,[1094] Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply[1095] Thy latest words. In the reproof of chance[1096] Lies the true proof of men: the sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail 35 Upon her patient breast, making their way[1097] With those of nobler bulk![1098] But let the ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis, and anon behold The strong-ribb'd bark through liquid mountains cut,[1099] 40 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[1100] 45 Doth valour's show and valour's worth divide In storms of fortune: for in her ray and brightness[1101] The herd hath more annoyance by the breese[1102] Than by the tiger; but when the splitting wind[1103] Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks,[1103] 50 And flies fled under shade, why then the thing of courage[1104] As roused with rage with rage doth sympathize, And with an accent tuned in selfsame key[1105] Retorts to chiding fortune.[1106] Ulyss. Agamemnon, Thou great commander, nerve and bone of Greece,[1107] 55 Heart of our numbers, soul and only spirit,[1108] In whom the tempers and the minds of all Should be shut up, hear what Ulysses speaks. Besides the applause and approbation The which, [To Agamemnon] most mighty for thy place and sway,[1109]60 [To Nestor] And thou most reverend for thy stretch'd-out life,[1110] I give to both your speeches, which were such As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece[1111] Should hold up high in brass, and such again As venerable Nestor, hatch'd in silver,[1112] 65 Should with a bond of air, strong as the axletree[1112] On which heaven rides, knit all the Greekish ears[1113] To his experienced tongue, yet let it please both,[1114] Thou great, and wise, to hear Ulysses speak.[1115] Agam. Speak, Prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect[1116][1117] 70 That matter needless, of importless burthen,[1116] Divide thy lips, than we are confident,[1116][1118] When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws,[1116][1119] We shall hear music, wit and oracle.[1116] Ulyss. Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down,[1116][1120] 75 And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master, But for these instances.[1121] The specialty of rule hath been neglected: And, look, how many Grecian tents do stand[1122] Hollow upon this plain, so many hollow factions.[1122][1123] 80 When that the general is not like the hive[1124] To whom the foragers shall all repair,[1125] What honey is expected? Degree being vizarded, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask.[1126] The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, 85 Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,[1127] Office and custom, in all line of order: And therefore is the glorious planet Sol In noble eminence enthroned and sphered 90 Amidst the other; whose medicinable eye[1128] Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,[1129] And posts like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, 95 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[1130] 100 Quite from their fixure! O, when degree is shaked,[1131] Which is the ladder to all high designs,[1132] The enterprise is sick! How could communities,[1133] Degrees in schools and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, 105 The primogenitive and due of birth,[1134] 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 meets[1135] 110 In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores,[1136] And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility,[1137] And the rude son should strike his father dead:[1137] 115 Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong,[1137] Between whose endless jar justice resides,[1138] Should lose their names, and so should justice too.[1136][1137][1139] Then every thing includes itself in power,[1140] Power into will, will into appetite; 120 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,[1141] This chaos, when degree is suffocate, 125 Follows the choking.[1142] And this neglection of degree it is[1143] That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose[1144][1145] It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd[1144] By him one step below; he by the next; 130 That next by him beneath: so every step, Exampled 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, 135 Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength.[1146] Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here discover'd The fever whereof all our power is sick. Agam. The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses, 140 What is the remedy? Ulyss. The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns The sinew and the forehand of our host,[1147] Having his ear full of his airy fame, Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent 145 Lies mocking our designs: with him, Patroclus, Upon a lazy bed, the livelong day Breaks scurril jests;[1148] And with ridiculous and awkward action,[1149] Which, slanderer, he imitation calls, 150 He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon,[1150] Thy topless deputation he puts on;[1151] And, like a strutting player, whose conceit Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound 155 'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage,[1152] Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrested seeming[1153] He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, 'Tis like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquared,[1154] Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropp'd, 160 Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff,[1155] The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling,[1156] From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; Cries 'Excellent! 'tis Agamemnon just.[1157] Now play me Nestor; hem, and stroke thy beard,[1158] 165 As he being dress'd to some oration.'[1159] That's done; as near as the extremest ends Of parallels, as like as Vulcan and his wife:[1160] Yet god Achilles still cries 'Excellent![1161] 'Tis Nestor right. Now play him me, Patroclus, 170 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,[1162] Shake in and out the rivet: and at this sport[1163] 175 Sir Valour dies; cries 'O, enough, Patroclus; Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all[1164] In pleasure of my spleen.' And in this fashion, All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, Severals and generals of grace exact,[1165] 180 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.[1166] Nest. And in the imitation of these twain, 185 Who, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns[1167] 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[1168] As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;[1169] 190 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,[1170] 195 How rank soever rounded in with danger.[1171] Ulyss. They tax our policy and call it cowardice, Count wisdom as no member of the war, Forestall prescience and esteem no act[1172] But that of hand: the still and mental parts 200 That do contrive how many hands shall strike When fitness calls them on, and know by measure[1173][1174] Of their observant toil the enemies' weight—[1173][1175] Why, this hath not a finger's dignity: They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war;[1176] 205 So that the ram that batters down the wall, For the great swing and rudeness of his poise, They place before his hand that made the engine, Or those that with the fineness of their souls[1177] By reason guide his execution.[1178] 210 Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse Makes many Thetis' sons. [Tucket.[1179] Agam. What trumpet? look, Menelaus.[1180] Men. From Troy.

Agam. What would you 'fore our tent? 215 Æne. Is this great Agamemnon's tent, I pray you? Agam. Even this. Æne. May one that is a herald and a prince Do a fair message to his kingly ears?[1182] Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm[1183] 220 'Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice Call Agamemnon head and general. Æne. Fair leave and large security. How may A stranger to those most imperial looks Know them from eyes of other mortals? Agam. How! 225 Æne. Ay:[1184] I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush[1185] Modest as morning when she coldly eyes[1186] The youthful Phœbus:[1186] 230 Which is that god in office, guiding men?[1187] Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon? Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of Troy Are ceremonious courtiers. Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, 235 As bending angels; that's their fame in peace:[1188] But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's accord,[1189][1190] Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas,[1189] Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips! 240 The worthiness of praise distains his worth, If that the praised himself bring the praise forth:[1191] But what the repining enemy commends,[1192] That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends.[1193] Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Æneas? 245 Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name. Agam. What's your affair, I pray you?[1194] Æne. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Agam. He hears nought privately that comes from Troy.[1195] Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him:[1196] 250 I bring a trumpet to awake his ear, To set his sense on the attentive bent,[1197] And then to speak. Agam. Speak frankly as the wind; It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour: That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, 255 He tells thee so himself. Æne. Trumpet, blow loud,[1198] Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents; And every Greek of mettle, let him know, What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.

We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy 260 A prince call'd Hector—Priam is his father— Who in this dull and long-continued truce[1200] Is rusty grown: he bade me take a trumpet,[1201] And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords! If there be one among the fair'st of Greece, 265 That holds his honour higher than his ease, That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril,[1202] That knows his valour and knows not his fear, That loves his mistress more than in confession[1203] With truant vows to her own lips he loves, 270 And dare avow her beauty and her worth[1204] In other arms than hers—to him this challenge. Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,[1205] He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,[1205] 275 Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;[1206] And will to-morrow with his trumpet call Midway between your tents and walls of Troy, To rouse a Grecian that is true in love: If any come, Hector shall honour him; 280 If none, he'll say in Troy when he retires, The Grecian dames are sunburnt and not worth The splinter of a lance. Even so much. Agam. This shall be told our lovers, Lord Æneas: If none of them have soul in such a kind, 285 We left them all at home: but we are soldiers;[1207] And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, That means not, hath not, or is not in love! If then one is, or hath, or means to be,[1208] That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he.[1209] 290 Nest. 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[1210] One noble man that hath one spark of fire,[1211] To answer for his love, tell him from me 295 I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn,[1212] And meeting him will tell him that my lady[1213] Was fairer than his grandam and as chaste As may be in the world: his youth in flood,[1214] 300 I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood.[1215] Æne. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth![1216] Ulyss. Amen.[1217] Agam. Fair Lord Æneas, let me touch your hand;[1218] To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir.[1219] 305 Achilles shall have word of this intent;[1220] 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.

Ulyss. Nestor![1222] 310 Nest. What says Ulysses? Ulyss. I have a young conception in my brain; Be you my time to bring it to some shape. Nest. What is't? Ulyss. This 'tis:[1223] 315 Blunt wedges rive hard knots: the seeded pride That hath to this maturity blown up[1224] In rank Achilles must or now be cropp'd, Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, To overbulk us all. Nest. Well, and how?[1225] 320 Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles. Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance,[1226] Whose grossness little characters sum up:[1227] 325 And, in the publication, make no strain,[1227] But that Achilles, were his brain as barren[1228] As banks of Libya,—though, Apollo knows,[1229] 'Tis dry enough—will, with great speed of judgement,[1229] Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose[1230] 330 Pointing on him.[1230] Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think you? Nest. Yes, 'tis most meet: who may you else oppose,[1231] That can from Hector bring his honour off,[1232] If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat,[1233] 335 Yet in this trial much opinion dwells;[1234] For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute With their finest palate: and trust to me, Ulysses,[1235] Our imputation shall be oddly poised[1236] In this wild action; for the success,[1237] 340 Although particular, shall give a scantling[1238] 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 345 Of things to come at large. It is supposed He that meets Hector issues from our choice: And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, Makes merit her election, and doth boil, As 'twere from forth us all, a man distill'd 350 Out of our virtues; who miscarrying, What heart from hence receives the conquering part,[1239][1240] To steel a strong opinion to themselves?[1240][1241] Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments,[1242][1243] In no less working than are swords and bows[1242] 355 Directive by the limbs.[1242] Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech;[1244] Therefore 'tis meet Achilles meet not Hector.[1244][1245] Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares,[1244] And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not,[1244][1246] 360 The lustre of the better yet to show,[1244][1247] Shall show the better. Do not consent[1244][1248] That ever Hector and Achilles meet;[1244] For both our honour and our shame in this[1244] Are dogg'd with two strange followers.[1244] 365 Nest. I see them not with my old eyes: what are they?[1249] Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,[1250] Were he not proud, we all should share with him:[1251] But he already is too insolent; And we were better parch in Afric sun[1252] 370 Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, Should he 'scape Hector fair: if he were foil'd,[1253] Why then, we did our main opinion crush[1254] In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery; And by device let blockish Ajax draw[1255] 375 The sort to fight with Hector: among ourselves[1256] Give him allowance for the better man;[1257] For that will physic the great Myrmidon Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall His crest that prouder than blue Iris bends. 380 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, 385 Ajax employ'd plucks down Achilles' plumes. Nest. Ulysses,[1258] Now I begin to relish thy advice;[1258][1259] And I will give a taste of it forthwith[1260] To Agamemnon: go we to him straight. 390 Two curs shall tame each other: pride alone Must tarre the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone.[1261]