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That do contrive how many hands shall strike,
When fitness calls them on, and know by measure
Of their observant toil the enemies’ weight −
Why, this hath not a finger’s dignity.

They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war; [205]
So that the ram that batters down the wall,
For the great swing and rudeness of his poise,
They place before his hand that made the engine,

Or those that with the fineness of their souls
By reason guide his execution. [210]

NESTOR
Let this be granted, and Achilles’ horse
Makes many Thetis’ sons.
Tucket.

AGAMEMNON
What trumpet? Look, Menelaus.

MENELAUS
From Troy.

Enter Aeneas.

AGAMEMNON
What would you ’fore our tent? [215]

AENEAS
Is this great Agamemnon’s tent, I pray you?

AGAMEMNON
Even this.

AENEAS
May one that is a herald and a prince

Do a fair message to his kingly ears?