AENEAS
Trumpet, blow loud, 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.
Trumpet sounds
We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy A prince call'd Hector, Priam is his father, Who in this dull and
long-continued truce Is rusty grown: he bade me take a trumpet, And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes,
lords! If there be one among the fair'st of Greece That holds his honour higher than his ease, That seeks
his praise more than he fears his peril, That knows his valour, and knows not his fear, That loves his mistress
more than in confession, With truant vows to her own lips he loves, And dare avow her beauty and her
worth 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, He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer, Than ever Greek did compass in his
arms, 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; 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. AGAMEMNON
This shall be told our lovers, Lord AEneas; If none of them have soul in such a kind, We left them all at
home: but we are soldiers; 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, That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. NESTOR
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 One noble man that hath one spark of fire, To answer for his love, tell him from
me I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn, And meeting him
will tell him that my lady Was fairer than his grandam and as chaste As may be in the world: his youth in
flood, I'll prove this truth with my three drops of blood. AENEAS
Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth! ULYSSES
Amen. AGAMEMNON
Fair Lord AEneas, let me touch your hand; To our pavilion shall I lead you, sir. Achilles shall have word of
this intent; 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 ULYSSES
Nestor! NESTOR
What says Ulysses?
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