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Aeneas: Is this great Agamemnon’s tent, I pray you?
Aeneas: May one that is a herald and a prince
Aeneas: Do a fair message to his kingly eyes?
Aeneas: Fair leave and large security. How may
Aeneas: A stranger to those most imperial looks
Aeneas: Know them from eyes of other mortals?
Aeneas: Ay. I ask that I might waken reverence
Aeneas: And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
Aeneas: Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
Aeneas: The youthful Phoebus.
Aeneas: Which is that god in office, guiding men?
Aeneas: Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?
Aeneas: Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarmed,
Aeneas: As bending angels— that’s their fame in peace.
Aeneas: But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls,
Aeneas: Good arms, strong joints, true swords, and— great Jove’s accord—
Aeneas: Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Aeneas.
Aeneas: Peace, Trojan. Lay thy finger on thy lips.
Aeneas: The worthiness of praise distains his worth
Aeneas: If that the praised himself bring the praise forth.
Aeneas: But what the repining enemy commends,
Aeneas: That breath fame blows; that praise, sole pure, transcends.
Aeneas: Ay, Greek, that is my name.
Aeneas: Sir, pardon. ’Tis for Agamemnon’s ears.
Aeneas: Nor I from Troy come not to whisper with him.
Aeneas: I bring a trumpet to awake his ear,
Aeneas: To set his sense on the attentive bent,
Aeneas: And then to speak.
Aeneas: Trumpet, blow loud!
Aeneas: Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents;
Aeneas: And every Greek of mettle, let him know
Aeneas: What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.
Aeneas: We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy
Aeneas: A prince called Hector— Priam is his father—
Aeneas: Who in this dull and long-continued truce
Aeneas: Is resty grown. He bade me take a trumpet
Aeneas: And to this purpose speak: “ Kings, princes, lords,
Aeneas: If there be one among the fair’st of Greece
Aeneas: That holds his honor higher than his ease,
Aeneas: That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril,
Aeneas: That knows his valor and knows not his fear,
Aeneas: That loves his mistress more than in confession
Aeneas: With truant vows to her own lips he loves
Aeneas: And dare avow her beauty and her worth
Aeneas: In other arms than hers— to him this challenge.
Aeneas: Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks,
Aeneas: Shall make it good, or do his best to do it,
Aeneas: He hath a lady wiser, fairer, truer
Aeneas: Than ever Greek did couple in his arms
Aeneas: And will tomorrow with his trumpet call,
Aeneas: Midway between your tents and walls of Troy,
Aeneas: To rouse a Grecian that is true in love.
Aeneas: If any come, Hector shall honor him;
Aeneas: If none, he’ll say in Troy when he retires
Aeneas: The Grecian dames are sunburnt and not worth
Aeneas: The splinter of a lance.” Even so much.
Aeneas: Now heavens forfend such scarcity of youth!
Aeneas: Is the Prince there in person?—
Aeneas: Had I so good occasion to lie long
Aeneas: As you, Prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business
Aeneas: Should rob my bedmate of my company.
Aeneas: Health to you, valiant sir,
Aeneas: During all question of the gentle truce;
Aeneas: But when I meet you armed, as black defiance
Aeneas: As heart can think or courage execute.
Aeneas: And thou shalt hunt a lion that will fly
Aeneas: With his face backward. In human gentleness,
Aeneas: Welcome to Troy. Now, by Anchises’ life,
Aeneas: Welcome indeed. By Venus’ hand I swear
Aeneas: No man alive can love in such a sort
Aeneas: The thing he means to kill more excellently.
Aeneas: We know each other well.
Aeneas: I was sent for to the King, but why I know not.
Aeneas: That I assure you.
Aeneas: Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece
Aeneas: Than Cressid borne from Troy.
Aeneas: Good morrow, all.
Aeneas: Good morrow, lord, good morrow.
Aeneas: Is not Prince Troilus here?
Aeneas: Come, he is here, my lord. Do not deny him.
Aeneas: It doth import him much to speak with me.
Aeneas: Ho, nay, then! Come, come, you’ll do him wrong ere you are ware. You’ll be so true to him to be false to him. Do not you know of him, but yet go fetch him hither. Go.
Aeneas: My lord, I scarce have leisure to salute you,
Aeneas: My matter is so rash. There is at hand
Aeneas: Paris your brother and Deiphobus,
Aeneas: The Grecian Diomed, and our Antenor
Aeneas: Delivered to us; and for him forthwith,
Aeneas: Ere the first sacrifice, within this hour,
Aeneas: We must give up to Diomedes’ hand
Aeneas: The Lady Cressida.
Aeneas: By Priam and the general state of Troy.
Aeneas: They are at hand and ready to effect it.
Aeneas: Good, good, my lord; the secrets of nature
Aeneas: Have not more gift in taciturnity.
Aeneas: My lord, is the lady ready?
Aeneas: Nay, good my lord—
Aeneas: How have we spent this morning!
Aeneas: The Prince must think me tardy and remiss
Aeneas: That swore to ride before him to the field.
Aeneas: Yea, with a bridegroom’s fresh alacrity
Aeneas: Let us address to tend on Hector’s heels.
Aeneas: The glory of our Troy doth this day lie
Aeneas: On his fair worth and single chivalry.
Aeneas: Hail, all the state of Greece! What shall be done
Aeneas: To him that victory commands? Or do you purpose
Aeneas: A victor shall be known? Will you the knights
Aeneas: Shall to the edge of all extremity
Aeneas: Pursue each other, or shall they be divided
Aeneas: By any voice or order of the field?
Aeneas: Hector bade ask.
Aeneas: He cares not; he’ll obey conditions.
Aeneas: If not Achilles, sir,
Aeneas: What is your name?
Aeneas: Therefore Achilles. But whate’er, know this:
Aeneas: In the extremity of great and little,
Aeneas: Valor and pride excel themselves in Hector,
Aeneas: The one almost as infinite as all,
Aeneas: The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well,
Aeneas: And that which looks like pride is courtesy.
Aeneas: This Ajax is half made of Hector’s blood,
Aeneas: In love whereof half Hector stays at home;
Aeneas: Half heart, half hand, half Hector comes to seek
Aeneas: This blended knight, half Trojan and half Greek.
Aeneas: Princes, enough, so please you.
Aeneas: There is expectance here from both the sides
Aeneas: What further you will do.
Aeneas: The noble Menelaus.
Aeneas: ’Tis the old Nestor.
Aeneas: I have been seeking you this hour, my lord.
Aeneas: Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy.
Aeneas: Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
Aeneas: Stand, ho! Yet are we masters of the field.
Aeneas: Never go home; here starve we out the night.
Aeneas: Hector! The gods forbid!
Aeneas: My lord, you do discomfort all the host.
Cressida: Who were those went by?
Cressida: And whither go they?
Cressida: What was his cause of anger?
Cressida: Good; and what of him?
Cressida: So do all men unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.
Cressida: But how should this man that makes me smile make Hector angry?
Cressida: Who comes here?
Cressida: Hector’s a gallant man.
Cressida: Good morrow, Uncle Pandarus.
Cressida: This morning, uncle.
Cressida: Hector was gone, but Helen was not up.
Cressida: That were we talking of, and of his anger.
Cressida: So he says here.
Cressida: What, is he angry too?
Cressida: O Jupiter, there’s no comparison.
Cressida: Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him.
Cressida: Then you say as I say, for I am sure he is not Hector.
Cressida: ’Tis just to each of them; he is himself.
Cressida: So he is.
Cressida: He is not Hector.
Cressida: Excuse me.
Cressida: Pardon me, pardon me.
Cressida: He shall not need it, if he have his own.
Cressida: No matter.
Cressida: ’Twould not become him. His own ’s better.
Cressida: No, but brown.
Cressida: To say the truth, true and not true.
Cressida: Why, Paris hath color enough.
Cressida: Then Troilus should have too much. If she praised him above, his complexion is higher than his. He having color enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a praise for a good complexion. I had as lief Helen’s golden tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose.
Cressida: Then she’s a merry Greek indeed.
Cressida: Indeed, a tapster’s arithmetic may soon bring his particulars therein to a total.
Cressida: Is he so young a man and so old a lifter?
Cressida: Juno have mercy! How came it cloven?
Cressida: O, he smiles valiantly.
Cressida: O yes, an ’twere a cloud in autumn.
Cressida: Troilus will stand to the proof if you’ll prove it so.
Cressida: If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i’ th’ shell.
Cressida: Without the rack.
Cressida: Alas, poor chin! Many a wart is richer.
Cressida: With millstones.
Cressida: But there was a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes. Did her eyes run o’er too?
Cressida: At what was all this laughing?
Cressida: An ’t had been a green hair, I should have laughed too.
Cressida: What was his answer?
Cressida: This is her question.
Cressida: So let it now, for it has been a great while going by.
Cressida: So I do.
Cressida: And I’ll spring up in his tears an ’twere a nettle against May.
Cressida: At your pleasure.
Cressida: Speak not so loud.
Cressida: Who’s that?
Cressida: Will he give you the nod?
Cressida: If he do, the rich shall have more.
Cressida: O, a brave man!
Cressida: Be those with swords?
Cressida: Can Helenus fight, uncle?
Cressida: What sneaking fellow comes yonder?
Cressida: Peace, for shame, peace.
Cressida: Here comes more.
Cressida: There is amongst the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus.
Cressida: Well, well.
Cressida: Ay, a minced man; and then to be baked with no date in the pie, for then the man’s date is out.
Cressida: Upon my back to defend my belly, upon my wit to defend my wiles, upon my secrecy to defend mine honesty, my mask to defend my beauty, and you to defend all these; and at all these wards I lie, at a thousand watches.
Cressida: Nay, I’ll watch you for that, and that’s one of the chiefest of them too. If I cannot ward what I would not have hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the blow— unless it swell past hiding, and then it’s past watching.
Cressida: Adieu, uncle.
Cressida: To bring, uncle?
Cressida: By the same token, you are a bawd.
Cressida: Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love’s full sacrifice
Cressida: He offers in another’s enterprise;
Cressida: But more in Troilus thousandfold I see
Cressida: Than in the glass of Pandar’s praise may be.
Cressida: Yet hold I off. Women are angels, wooing;
Cressida: Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing.
Cressida: That she beloved knows naught that knows not this:
Cressida: Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.
Cressida: That she was never yet that ever knew
Cressida: Love got so sweet as when desire did sue.
Cressida: Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:
Cressida: Achievement is command; ungained, beseech.
Cressida: Then though my heart’s content firm love doth bear,
Cressida: Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.
Cressida: Will you walk in, my lord?
Cressida: “ Wished,” my lord? The gods grant— O, my lord!
Cressida: More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes.
Cressida: Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason, stumbling without fear. To fear the worst oft cures the worse.
Cressida: Nor nothing monstrous neither?
Cressida: They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able and yet reserve an ability that they never perform, vowing more than the perfection of ten and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions and the act of hares, are they not monsters?
Cressida: Well, uncle, what folly I commit I dedicate to you.
Cressida: Boldness comes to me now and brings me heart.
Cressida: Prince Troilus, I have loved you night and day
Cressida: For many weary months.
Cressida: Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord,
Cressida: With the first glance that ever— pardon me;
Cressida: If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.
Cressida: I love you now, but till now not so much
Cressida: But I might master it. In faith, I lie;
Cressida: My thoughts were like unbridled children grown
Cressida: Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!
Cressida: Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us
Cressida: When we are so unsecret to ourselves?
Cressida: But though I loved you well, I wooed you not;
Cressida: And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man;
Cressida: Or that we women had men’s privilege
Cressida: Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
Cressida: For in this rapture I shall surely speak
Cressida: The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,
Cressida: Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
Cressida: My very soul of counsel! Stop my mouth.
Cressida: My lord, I do beseech you pardon me.
Cressida: ’Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss.
Cressida: I am ashamed. O heavens, what have I done!
Cressida: For this time will I take my leave, my lord.
Cressida: Pray you, content you.
Cressida: Sir, mine own company.
Cressida: Let me go and try.
Cressida: I have a kind of self resides with you,
Cressida: But an unkind self that itself will leave
Cressida: To be another’s fool. I would be gone.
Cressida: Where is my wit? I know not what I speak.
Cressida: Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love
Cressida: And fell so roundly to a large confession
Cressida: To angle for your thoughts. But you are wise,
Cressida: Or else you love not; for to be wise and love
Cressida: Exceeds man’s might. That dwells with gods above.
Cressida: In that I’ll war with you.
Cressida: Prophet may you be!
Cressida: If I be false or swerve a hair from truth,
Cressida: When time is old and hath forgot itself,
Cressida: When water drops have worn the stones of Troy
Cressida: And blind oblivion swallowed cities up,
Cressida: And mighty states characterless are grated
Cressida: To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
Cressida: From false to false, among false maids in love,
Cressida: Upbraid my falsehood! When they’ve said “ as false
Cressida: As air, as water, wind or sandy earth,
Cressida: As fox to lamb, or wolf to heifer’s calf,
Cressida: Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,”
Cressida: Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
Cressida: “ As false as Cressid.”
Cressida: Amen.
Cressida: Then, sweet my lord, I’ll call mine uncle down.
Cressida: He shall unbolt the gates.
Cressida: Good morrow, then.
Cressida: Are you aweary of me?
Cressida: Night hath been too brief.
Cressida: Prithee, tarry. You men will never tarry.
Cressida: O foolish Cressid! I might have still held off,
Cressida: And then you would have tarried. Hark, there’s one up.
Cressida: A pestilence on him! Now will he be mocking.
Cressida: I shall have such a life!
Cressida: Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle.
Cressida: You bring me to do— and then you flout me too.
Cressida: Come, come, beshrew your heart! You’ll ne’er be good
Cressida: Nor suffer others.
Cressida: Did not I tell you? Would he were knocked i’ th’ head!
Cressida: Who’s that at door?— Good uncle, go and see.—
Cressida: My lord, come you again into my chamber.
Cressida: You smile and mock me, as if I meant naughtily.
Cressida: Come, you are deceived. I think of no such thing.
Cressida: How earnestly they knock! Pray you, come in.
Cressida: I would not for half Troy have you seen here.
Cressida: How now? What’s the matter? Who was here?
Cressida: Why sigh you so profoundly? Where’s my lord?
Cressida: Gone? Tell me, sweet uncle, what’s the matter?
Cressida: O the gods! What’s the matter?
Cressida: Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees I beseech you, what’s the matter?
Cressida: O you immortal gods! I will not go.
Cressida: I will not, uncle. I have forgot my father.
Cressida: I know no touch of consanguinity,
Cressida: No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me
Cressida: As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine,
Cressida: Make Cressid’s name the very crown of falsehood
Cressida: If ever she leave Troilus! Time, force, and death
Cressida: Do to this body what extremes you can,
Cressida: But the strong base and building of my love
Cressida: Is as the very center of the Earth,
Cressida: Drawing all things to it. I’ll go in and weep—
Cressida: Tear my bright hair, and scratch my praisèd cheeks,
Cressida: Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart
Cressida: With sounding “ Troilus.” I will not go from Troy.
Cressida: Why tell you me of moderation?
Cressida: The grief is fine, full, perfect that I taste,
Cressida: And violenteth in a sense as strong
Cressida: As that which causeth it. How can I moderate it?
Cressida: If I could temporize with my affection
Cressida: Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,
Cressida: The like allayment could I give my grief.
Cressida: My love admits no qualifying dross;
Cressida: No more my grief in such a precious loss.
Cressida: O Troilus, Troilus!
Cressida: Have the gods envy?
Cressida: And is it true that I must go from Troy?
Cressida: What, and from Troilus too?
Cressida: Is ’t possible?
Cressida: I must, then, to the Grecians?
Cressida: A woeful Cressid ’mongst the merry Greeks.
Cressida: When shall we see again?
Cressida: I true? How now, what wicked deem is this?
Cressida: O, you shall be exposed, my lord, to dangers
Cressida: As infinite as imminent! But I’ll be true.
Cressida: And you this glove. When shall I see you?
Cressida: O heavens! “ Be true” again?
Cressida: O heavens, you love me not!
Cressida: Do you think I will?
Cressida: My lord, will you be true?
Cressida: In kissing, do you render or receive?
Cressida: I’ll make my match to live,
Cressida: The kiss you take is better than you give.
Cressida: Therefore no kiss.
Cressida: You are an odd man. Give even, or give none.
Cressida: No, Paris is not, for you know ’tis true
Cressida: That you are odd, and he is even with you.
Cressida: No, I’ll be sworn.
Cressida: You may.
Cressida: Why, beg two.
Cressida: I am your debtor; claim it when ’tis due.
Cressida: Now, my sweet guardian. Hark, a word with you.
Cressida: Remember? Yes.
Cressida: Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly.
Cressida: I’ll tell you what—
Cressida: In faith, I cannot. What would you have me do?
Cressida: I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath.
Cressida: Bid me do anything but that, sweet Greek.
Cressida: Diomed—
Cressida: Hark, a word in your ear.
Cressida: Nay, but you part in anger.
Cressida: Guardian! Why, Greek!
Cressida: In faith, I do not. Come hither once again.
Cressida: In faith, I will, la. Never trust me else.
Cressida: I’ll fetch you one.
Cressida: Here, Diomed. Keep this sleeve.
Cressida: You look upon that sleeve? Behold it well.
Cressida: He loved me— O false wench!— Give ’t me again.
Cressida: It is no matter, now I ha ’t again.
Cressida: I will not meet with you tomorrow night.
Cressida: I prithee, Diomed, visit me no more.
Cressida: What, this?
Cressida: O all you gods!— O pretty, pretty pledge!
Cressida: Thy master now lies thinking on his bed
Cressida: Of thee and me, and sighs, and takes my glove,
Cressida: And gives memorial dainty kisses to it
Cressida: As I kiss thee.
Cressida: He that takes that doth take my heart withal.
Cressida: You shall not have it, Diomed, faith, you shall not.
Cressida: I’ll give you something else.
Cressida: It is no matter.
Cressida: ’Twas one’s that loved me better than you will.
Cressida: But now you have it, take it.
Cressida: By all Diana’s waiting-women yond,
Cressida: And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
Cressida: Well, well, ’tis done, ’tis past. And yet it is not.
Cressida: I will not keep my word.
Cressida: You shall not go. One cannot speak a word
Cressida: But it straight starts you.
Cressida: Ay, come.— O Jove!— Do, come.— I shall be plagued.
Cressida: Good night. I prithee, come.—
Cressida: Troilus, farewell. One eye yet looks on thee,
Cressida: But with my heart the other eye doth see.
Cressida: Ah, poor our sex! This fault in us I find:
Cressida: The error of our eye directs our mind.
Cressida: What error leads must err. O, then conclude:
Cressida: Minds swayed by eyes are full of turpitude.
Alexander: Queen Hecuba and Helen.
Alexander: Up to the eastern tower,
Alexander: Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
Alexander: To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
Alexander: Is as a virtue fixed, today was moved.
Alexander: He chid Andromache and struck his armorer;
Alexander: And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Alexander: Before the sun rose he was harnessed light,
Alexander: And to the field goes he, where every flower
Alexander: Did as a prophet weep what it foresaw
Alexander: In Hector’s wrath.
Alexander: The noise goes, this: there is among the Greeks
Alexander: A lord of Trojan blood, nephew to Hector.
Alexander: They call him Ajax.
Alexander: They say he is a very man per se
Alexander: And stands alone.
Alexander: This man, lady, hath robbed many beasts of their particular additions. He is as valiant as the lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant, a man into whom nature hath so crowded humors that his valor is crushed 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 everything, 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.
Alexander: They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle and struck him down, the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector fasting and waking.
Alexander: Madam, your Uncle Pandarus.
Alexander: As may be in the world, lady.
Troilus’s Boy: Sir, my lord would instantly speak with you.
Troilus’s Boy: At your own house. There he unarms him.
Agamemnon: Princes, what grief hath set the jaundice o’er your cheeks?
Agamemnon: The ample proposition that hope makes
Agamemnon: In all designs begun on Earth below
Agamemnon: Fails in the promised largeness. Checks and disasters
Agamemnon: Grow in the veins of actions highest reared,
Agamemnon: As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap,
Agamemnon: Infects the sound pine and diverts his grain
Agamemnon: Tortive and errant from his course of growth.
Agamemnon: Nor, princes, is it matter new to us
Agamemnon: That we come short of our suppose so far
Agamemnon: That after seven years’ siege yet Troy walls stand,
Agamemnon: Sith every action that hath gone before,
Agamemnon: Whereof we have record, trial did draw
Agamemnon: Bias and thwart, not answering the aim
Agamemnon: And that unbodied figure of the thought
Agamemnon: That gave ’t surmisèd shape. Why then, you princes,
Agamemnon: Do you with cheeks abashed behold our works
Agamemnon: And call them shames, which are indeed naught else
Agamemnon: But the protractive trials of great Jove
Agamemnon: To find persistive constancy in men?
Agamemnon: The fineness of which metal is not found
Agamemnon: In Fortune’s love; for then the bold and coward,
Agamemnon: The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
Agamemnon: The hard and soft seem all affined and kin.
Agamemnon: But in the wind and tempest of her frown,
Agamemnon: Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan,
Agamemnon: Puffing at all, winnows the light away,
Agamemnon: And what hath mass or matter by itself
Agamemnon: Lies rich in virtue and unmingled.
Agamemnon: Speak, Prince of Ithaca, and be ’t of less expect
Agamemnon: That matter needless, of importless burden,
Agamemnon: Divide thy lips than we are confident
Agamemnon: When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws
Agamemnon: We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
Agamemnon: The nature of the sickness found, Ulysses,
Agamemnon: What is the remedy?
Agamemnon: What trumpet? Look, Menelaus.
Agamemnon: What would you ’fore our tent?
Agamemnon: Even this.
Agamemnon: With surety stronger than Achilles’ arm
Agamemnon: ’Fore all the Greekish host, which with one voice
Agamemnon: Call Agamemnon head and general.
Agamemnon: How?
Agamemnon: This Trojan scorns us, or the men of Troy
Agamemnon: Are ceremonious courtiers.
Agamemnon: Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself Aeneas?
Agamemnon: What’s your affair, I pray you?
Agamemnon: He hears naught privately that comes from Troy.
Agamemnon: Speak frankly as the wind;
Agamemnon: It is not Agamemnon’s sleeping hour.
Agamemnon: That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake,
Agamemnon: He tells thee so himself.
Agamemnon: This shall be told our lovers, Lord Aeneas.
Agamemnon: If none of them have soul in such a kind,
Agamemnon: We left them all at home. But we are soldiers,
Agamemnon: And may that soldier a mere recreant prove