The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_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.
[_Exeunt all but Ulysses and Nestor._[1221]
_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?
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