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.
[Trumpet sounds.[1199]