The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 06Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 06
Dryden, John
English literature
Footnote:
1. The conceit, which our ancestors had adopted, of their descent from
Brutus, a fugitive Trojan, induced their poets to load the Grecian
chiefs with every accusation of cowardice and treachery, and to
extol the character of the Trojans in the same proportion. Hector
is always represented as having been treacherously slain.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
HECTOR, } _Sons of_ PRIAM.
TROILUS, }
PRIAM, _King of Troy._
AENEAS, _a Trojan Warrior._
PANDARUS, _Uncle to_ CRESSIDA.
CALCHAS, _a Trojan Priest, and Father to_ CRESSIDA, _a fugitive to
the Grecian camp._
AGAMEMNON, }
ULYSSES, }
ACHILLES, }
AJAX, } _Grecian Warriors, engaged in the_
NESTOR, } _siege of Troy._
DIOMEDES, }
PATROCLUS, }
MENELAUS, }
THERSITES, _a slanderous Buffoon._
CRESSIDA, _Daughter to_ CALCHAS.
ANDROMACHE, _Wife to_ HECTOR.
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
ACT I.
SCENE I.--_A Camp._
_Enter_ AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, _and_ NESTOR.
_Agam._ Princes, it seems not strange to us, nor new,
That, after nine years siege, Troy makes defence,
Since every action of recorded fame
Has with long difficulties been involved,
Not answering that idea of the thought,
Which gave it birth; why then, you Grecian chiefs,
With sickly eyes do you behold our labours,
And think them our dishonour, which indeed
Are the protractive trials of the gods,
To prove heroic constancy in men?
_Nest._ With due observance of thy sovereign seat,
Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply
Thy well-weighed words. In struggling with misfortunes
Lies the true proof of virtue: On smooth seas,
How many bauble-boats dare set their sails,
And make an equal way with firmer vessels!
But let the tempest once enrage that sea,
And then behold the strong-ribbed argosie,
Bounding between the ocean and the air,
Like Perseus mounted on his Pegasus.
Then where are those weak rivals of the main?
Or, to avoid the tempest, fled to port,
Or made a prey to Neptune. Even thus
Do empty show, and true-prized worth, divide
In storms of fortune.
_Ulys._ Mighty Agamemnon!
Heart of our body, soul of our designs,
In whom the tempers, and the minds of all
Should be inclosed,--hear what Ulysses speaks.
_Agam._ You have free leave.
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