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. By him one step below: he, by the next; In such a reins, in full as proud a place 3.1.5. That next, by him beneath: so every step, As broad Achilles; keeps his tene like him; Exampled by the first pace that is fick

Makes factious feasts; rails on our rate of war, Of his superior, grows to an envious fever

Bold as an oracle: and sets Therfites
Of pale and bloodless emulation':

5 (A flave, whose gall coins Nanders like a mint)
And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, To match us in comparisons with dirt;
Not her own finews. To end a tale of length, To weaken and discredit our exposure,
Troy in our weakness stands, not in her strength. How rank soever rounded in with danger. .

Nij. Most wisely hath Ulyffes tere discover'd Ul;They tax our policy, and call it cowardice;
The fever whereof all our power is sick. 10 Count wisdom as no member of the war;

Agam. The nature of the fickness found, Ulyfies, Forestall pre-science, and esteem no act
What is the remedy?

But that of hand : the itill and mental parts.com
Ust. The great Achilles, whom opinion crowns That do contrive how many hands shall Arike,
zien enzThe finew and the forehand of our host, When fitness calls them on; and know, by mea.
Having his ear full of his airy fame,

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1 Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent

of their observant toil, the enemies' weight Lies mocking our designs : With him, Patroclus, Why, this hath not a finger's dignity; Upon a lazy bed, the livelong day

They call this bed-work, inappery, closet war: Breaks fcurril jefts;

So that the ram, that batters down the wall,
* And with ridiculous and aukward action 20 For the great swing and rudeness of his poize,
; (Which, Nanderer, he imitation calls)

They place before his hand that made the engine;
He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Or those, that with the fineness of their souls
Thy topless 2 deputation he puts on;

By rcalon guide his execution.
And, like a strutting player,--whose conceit

Nefi. Let this be granted, and Achilles' horse
Lies in his ham-string, and doch think it rich 25 Makes many Thetis' fons.

[Trumpet founds.
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound

Ayam. What trumpet ? look, Menelaus.
'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage- Mer. From Troy.
Such to-be-pitied and o'er-refted 3 seeming

Enter Æxcas.
He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks, Ara. What would you 'fore our tent? (you?
'Tis like a chimca mending; with terms unsquar'd,130 Æne. Is this great Agamemnon's fent, I pray
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typlion drop'd, Aga. Even this.
Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, A.ne. May one, that is a herald, and a prince,
The large Achilles, on his press’d bed lolling, Do a fair meirage to his kingly ears?
From his deep cheft laughs out a loud applaufe; Aga. With surety stronger than Achilles' arm
Cries-- Excellent !-'tis Agamemnon juit. 35 Fore all the Greckish heads, which with one voice
• Now play me Nestor ;-hem, and stroke thy Call Agamemnon head and general.
• beard,

Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How may
• As he, being 'drest to some oration.'

A stranger to those most imperial looks
That's done ;-as near as the extremest ends Know them from eyes of other mortals ?
Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife : 140 Aga. How?
Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent!

Æne. I ask, that I might waken reverence,
' 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, And bid the check be ready with a blush
Arming to answer in a night alarm.'

Modeft as morning when the
And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age The youthful Plicebus :
Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit, 45 Which is that god in office, guiding men?
And with a palfy-fumbling on his gorget,

Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon?
Shake in and out the rivet :-and at this sport, Aga. This Trojan fcorns us; or the men of Troy
Sir Valour dies; cries, • O!_enough, Patroclus ; Are ceremonious courtiers.
• Or give me ribs of stee!! I mall split all

Æne. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarmid,
• In pleasure of my spleen.' And in this fashion, 50 As bending angels; that's their fame in peace:
All our abilities, gifts, natures, Imapes,

But when they would seem soldiers, they have
Severals and generals of grace exact *,

galls,

(accord,
Atchievements, plots, orders, preventions,

Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's
Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,

Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas,
Success, or loss, what is, or is not, ferves 55 Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lip)!
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.

The worthiness of praise diftains his wortli,
Neft. And in the imitation of these twain | If that the prais'd himself bring the praile forth:
(Whom, as Ulyffes fays, opinion crowns

But what the repining enemy commends,
With an imperial voice) many are infe&t.

That breath fame blows; that praise, role pure,
Ajax is grown self-will’d; and bears his head 16ol

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TROLL I'S AND CRESSID A. s rewarew, clear prurjeli Emers:

W mit nur adinis, I prar you!"

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e Mer i tren Tror come not to whisper
Ibrne , trud wake his ear;
To fretis iepk on the attentive bent,
A01 dan to peak.

- sgts ak frankly is the wind;
It is for teamemnon's Deeping hour:
He reils thee fa himicli
Es. Trumpet, blow loud,

That seeks bis praise

That thou talt know, Trojan, he is awake,
Send thy brals voice through all these lazy tents;
And every Greek of mettle, let him know,
What Truy means fairly, thall be spoke aloud.
We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy
A prince call'd Hector, Priam is his father,
Is rutty grown; he bade me take a trumpet,
Who in this dull and long-continu'd truce
And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, lords !
If there be one, among the fair'ft of Greece,
That holds his honour higher than his ease;
That knows his valour, and knows not his fear;
That loves his mistress more than in confession',
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. 862 TROILIS

[Act 1. Scene 3. In fortune's love The wife and f

Asmor de la the world : His youth in flood,

this truth with my three drops of blood. The hard and But, in the w

. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth! Distinction,

Aga. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand; Puffing at a

To our pavilion shall I lead you, fir. And what

Achilles shall have word of this intent; Lies, rich

so thall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent; Neft. V

Yourself shall feast with us before you go, Great A

10 And find the welcome of a noble foe. [Exeunt. Thy lat

Manent Ulyfjes and Neftor. Lies th

Ulys. Nestor,How

Neft. What says Ulysses ? Upor

Ulyf. I have a young conception in my brain, Wit

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Be you my time to bring it to some shape. Bu'

Neft. What is 't? T!

Ulyf. This ’tis : T

Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded pride J

Trumpets found. That hath to its maturity blown up

20 in rank Achilles, must or now be cropt,

Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil,
To over-bulk us all.

Neft. Well, and how?

Ulyff. This challenge that the gallant Hector sends, 25 However it is spread in general name,

Relates in purpose only to Achilles. [itance, more than he fears his peril; Neft. The purpose is perspicuous even as sub

Whole grofsness little characters sum up 3 :

And, in the publication, make no ftrain 4, 30

But that Achilles, were his brain as barren (With truant vows to her own lips he loves)

As banks of Libya,-though, Apollo knows,
'Tis dry enough, will with great speed of judge-

ment,

Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer,

35 Pointing on him. Than ever Greek did compass in his arms;

Ulyf. And wake him to the answer, think you? And will to-morrow with his trumpet call,

Neft. Yes, 'tis most meet : Whom may you Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy,

else oppose, To rouse a Grecian that is true in love :

That can from Hector bring those honours off, If any come, Hector shall honour him; 40 If not Achilles ? Though 't be a sportful combat, If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, Yet in this trial much opinion dwells; The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not worth For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute The splinter of a lance. Even so much.

With their fin'st palate: And trust to me, Ulyles, Aga. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas; Our imputation shall be oddly pois’d If none of them have soul in such a kind, 45 In this wild action: for the success, We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; Although particular, shall give a scantling And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, Of good or bad unto the general; That means not, hath not, or is not in love ! And in such indexes, although small prickss If then one is, or hath, or means to be,

To their subsequent volumes, there is seen That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. 50 The baby figure of the giant mass

Neft. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a man of things to come at large. It is supposid, When Hector's grandfire suck'd: he is old now; He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice : But, if there be not in our Grecian host

And choice, being mutual act of all our souls, One noble man that hath one spark of fire, Makes merit her election, and doth boil, To answer for his love, Tell him from me, 55 As 'twere from forth us all, a man diftillid I'll hide my filver beard in a gold beaver,

Out of our virtues; Who miscarrying, And in my vantbrace, put this wither'd brawn; What heart receives from hence a conquering part, And, meeting him, will tell him, That my lady To ftcel a strong opinion to themselves? Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste Which entertain'd, limbs are in his instruments, Confeffion for profesin. 2 An armous for the arm, avantbras.

3 Substance is estate, the value of which is ascertained by the use of small characters, i, e. numerals. 4 i.e. make no difficulty, do doubt, when this duel comes to be proclaimed, but that Achilles, dull as he is, will discover the drift of it. 5 Small points copipared with the volumes,

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In no less working, than are swords and bows In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery;
Directive by the limbs.

And, by device, let blockith Ajax draw
Ulys: Give pardon to my speech;

The fort' to fight with Hector : Among ourselves,
Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. Cive him allowance as the better man,
Let us, like merchants, thew our fouleft wares, s For that will physick the great Myrmidon,
And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not, Who broils in loud applause; and make him fall
The lustre of the better shall exceed,

His crent, that prouder than blue Iris bends.
By thewing the worst first. Do not consent, If the dull brainlets Ajax come safe ott,
That ever Hector and Achilles meet;

We'll dress him up in voices: If he fail,
For both our honour and our shame, in this, 10 Yet go we under our opinion still,
Are dogg'd with two strange followers.

That we have better men. But, hit or miss, Neft. I see them not with my old eyes; What Our project's life this shape of sense assumes, are they?

[tor, Ajax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes.
Uly]. What glory our Achilles shares from Hec Nif. Ulyffes,
Were he not proud, we all should share with him : 15 Now I begin to relish thy advice;
But he already is too insolent;

And I will give a taste of it forthwith
And we were better parch in Africks fun,

To Agamemnon: go we to him straight.
Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, Two curs shall tame each other; Pride alone
:: Should he 'scape Hector fair : If he were foild, Must tarre ? the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone.
Why, then we did our main opinion crush

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Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a fool, I think. The Grecian Camp.

Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch.

Ther. I would, thou didft itch from head to Enter Ajax, and Tberfires.

foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would Ajax.

make thee the loathsomest (cab in Greece. When Tbar. Agamemnon-how if he had boils :

thou art forth in the incursions, thou strikest as full all over, generally?

now as another. Ajax. Thersites,

135 Ajax. I say, the proclamation, Tber. And those boils did run? Say fo, Tber. Thou grumbleft and railest every hour on did not the general run then? were not that a Achilles; and thou art as full of envy at his great. botchy core?

ness, as Cerberus is at Proferpina's beauty, ay that Ajax. Dog,

thou bark'st at him.
Tber. Then there would come fome matter from 40 Ajax. Mistress Theraites !
him ; I see none now.

Ther. Thou should'At strike him.
Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canit thou not hear? Ajax. Cobloaf 4 !
Feel then.

[Strikes him.

Ther. He would pun 5 thee into thivers with his Tber. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou fint, as a failor breaks a bisket. mungrel beef-witted lord !

1451 Ajax. You whorefon cur!

[Beating him. Ajax. Speak then, thou unsalted leaven 3, speak : Ther. Do, do. I will beat thee into handsomeness.

Ajax, Thou stool for a witch! Tber, I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holi Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted Iord ! ness: but, I think, thy horse will sooner con an thou hast no more brain than I have in my elbows; oration, than thou learn a prayer without book. 50an asinego? niay tutor thee : Thou scurvy valiant Thou canst strike, canst thou? a red murrain o ars! thou art here put to thraih Trojans; and thy jade's tricks !

thou art bought and fold among those of any wit, Ajax, Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation. like a Barbarian Nave. If thou use to beat me, I Ther. Doft thou think, I have no sense, thou will begin at thy heel and tell what thou art by strik'st me thus?

55 inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou ! Ajax. The proclamation,

Ajax. You dog!

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In one way of trying a witch they used to place her on a chair or stool, with her legs tied across, that all the weight of her body might reit upon her seat; and by that means, after some time, the circulation of the blood would be much stopped, and her fitting would be as painful as the wooden horse.

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their toes, yoke you like, draft oxen, and make Ajax. You cur !

[Beating bim. you plough up the war. Tber. Mars his ideot! do, rudeness; do, camel; Achil. What, what? do, do.

Tber. Yes, good footh; To, Achilles ! to, Ajax! Enter Achilles, and Patrocluso Abil. Why, how now, Ajax? wherefore do Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue.

Tber. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much as How now, Therfites ? what's the matter, man? thou, afterwards. Tber. You see him there, do you?

Patr. No more words, Therfites; peace. Acbil. Ay; What's the matter?

Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles' Ther. Nay, look upon him.

brach bids me', shall I? Acbil. So I do; What's the matter?

Acbil. There's for you, Patroclus. Ther. Nay, but regard him well.

Ther. I will see you hang'd, like clotpoles, ere Acbil. Well, why I do so.

I come any more to your tents; I will keep where Tber. But yet you look not well upon him : for, 15 there is wit stirring, and leave the fa&tion of fools. whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax.

(Exc. Achil. I know that, fool.

Patr. A good riddance. Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself, Achil. Marry this, fir, is proclaim'd through all Ajax. Therefore I beat thee.

our host: Tber. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit he 20 That Hector, by the fifth hour of the sun, utters! his evasions have ears thus long. I have Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and Troy, bobb’d his brain, more than he has beat my bones : To-morrow morning call some knight to arms, I will buy nine sparrows for a penny, and his pia That hath a ftomach; and such a one, that dare mater is not worth the ninth part of a sparrow. Maintain—I know not what; 'tis trash: Farewel. This lord, Achilles, Ajax,--who wears his wit in 25 Ajax. Farewel. Who shall answer him? his belly, and his guts in his head,l'll tell you Acbil. I know not, it is put to lottery ; otherwise, what I say of him.

He knew his man. Acbil, What?

Ajax. O, meaning you :-I'll go learn more Ther. I say, this Ajax

of it.

[Excurti Acbil. Nay, good Ajax.

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SCENE II. [ Ajax offers to strike bim, Achilles interpufcs. Tber. Has not so much wit

TROT. Abil. Nay, I must hold you.

Priam's Palace. Tber. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle, Enter Prian, Hector, Troilus, Paris, and Helexes. for whom he comes to fight.

35 Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches (pent Achil. Peace, fool !

Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks; Ther. I would have peace and quietness, but Deliver Helen, and all damage elfothe fool will not: he there ; that he; look you As bonour, loss of time, travel, expence, there.

Wounds, friends, and what else dear ibat is confum'd Ajax. O thou damn'd cur! I Mall

140 In bot digestion of this cormorant war,tebil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ? Sball be ftruck off :-Hector, what say you to 't?

Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will Hiet. Though no man leser fears the Greeks shame it.

han I, Patr. Good words, Therfites.

As far as toucheth my particular, yet, Acbil. What's the quarrel ?

45 Dread Priam, Ajax. I bade the vile owl go learn me the tenour There is no lady of more softer bowels, of the proclamation, and he rails upon me. More fpungy to suck in the sense of fear, Ther. I serve thee not.

More ready to cry out-Who knows wbat foll-zos Ajax. Well, go to, go to.

Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surety, Iber. I serve here voluntary.

50 Surety secure; but modeít doubt is call'd And. Your last service was sufferance, 'twas The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches not voluntary ; no man is beaten voluntary : Ajax To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go: was here tlie voluntary, and you as under an im since the first sword was drawn about this question, press.

Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand dismes', Ther. Even fo?-_a great deal of your wit too 55 Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours: lies in your finews, or else there be liars. Hector If we have lost so many tenths of ours, snall have a great catch, if he knock out either of To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us, your brains; 'a were as good crack a fuity nut with Had it our name, the value of one ten; no kernel.

What merit's in that reason, which denies A-bil. What, with me too, Therfites ? 160 The yielding of her up?

Ther. There's Ulyfies and old Neftor,--whose Trci. Fie, fie, my brother! wit was mouldy ere your grandfires had nails on Weigh you the worth and honour of a king,

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So great as our dread father, in a scale

If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went,
Of common ounces? will you with counters sum (As you must needs, for you all cry'd-Go, go)
The palt-proportion of his infinite ?

If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize,
And buckle-in a waist molt fathomless,

(As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your hands,
With spans and inches fo diminutive

s And cry'do inestimable!) why do you now
As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame! [fons, The issue of your proper wisdoms rate;

Hd. No marvel, though you bite fo tharp at rea And do a deed that fortune never did,
You are fo empty of them. Should not our father Beggar the estimation which you priz'd
Bear the great sway of his affairs with reasons, Richer than fea and land ? O theft moft bafe;
Because your speech hath none, that tells him so? 10 That we have stolen what we do fear to keep
Troi. You are for dreams and fluinbers, brother But, thieves, unworthy of a thing fo ttolen,
priest,

(reasons : That in their country did them that disgrace,
You fur your gloves with reason. Here are your We fear to warrant in our native place!
You know, an enemy intends you harm;

Cal. [wirbin) Cry, Trojans, cry!
You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, 151 Pri. What noise ? what Mriek is this?
And reason fies the object of all harm :

Troi. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice.
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds

Caf. [wirbin) Cry, Trojans !
A Grecian and his sword, if he do set

HET. It is Cassandra.
The very wings of reason to his heels;

Enter Cafjandra, raving,
And Ay like chidden Mercury from Jove,

Caf.Cry,Trojans, cry! lend me ten thousand eyes,
Or like a star dif-orb’d? Nay, if we talk of reason,

And I will fill them with prophetic tears. x katt Let's fhutour gates,and sleep: Manhood and honour Heft. Peace, lifter, peace.

(elders, Should have hare hearts, would they but fat their Caf. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled thoughts

Soft infancy, that nothing canft but cry, 1 siete With this cramm'd reason : reason and respect 125 Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes to ietery," Make livers pale, and lustyhood deject.

A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
Heft. Brother, she is not worth what she doth Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with tears!
The holding.

Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;
Trii. What is aught, but as 'tis valu'd ? Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all.
11. Heef. But valve dwells not in particular will; 30 Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a woe :
It holds his estimate and dignity

Cry, cry! Troy burns, or else let Helen go." (Exit.
As well wherein 'tis precious of itself,

Hect. Now, youthful Troilus, do not these high
As in the prizer : 'tis mad idolatry,

strains
To make the Service greater than the god; Of divination in our fifter work
And the will dotes, that is inclinable

35 Some touches of remorse? or is your blood
To what infectiously itself affects,

So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
Without some image of the affected merit. Nor fear of bad success in a bad caute,
Troi

. I take to-day a wife, and my election Can qualify the same?
Is led on in the conduct of my will;

Trci. Why, brother Hector,
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, 140 We may not think the justness of each act
at leyf? Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Such and no other than event doch form it;
Of will and judgement; How may I avoid,

Nor once deject the courage of our minds,
Although my will distaste what it elected,

Because Cassandra's mad; her brain-fick raptures
The wife I chose? There can be no evasion

Cannot distaste 3 the goodness of a quarrel,
To blench from this, and to stand firm by honour : 45 Which hath our several honours all engag'd
We turn not back the Gilks upon the merchant,

To make it gracious. For my private part,
When we have foild them; nor the remainder I am no more touch'd than all Priam's Tons :
viands

And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst us
We do not throw in unrespective fieve?,

Such things as would offend the weakest spleen
Because we now are full.' It was thought meet, 50 To fight for and maintain!
Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks:

Par. Elle might the world convince of levity
Your breath of full consent belly'd his fails; As well my undertakings, as your counsels :
The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce,

But I attest the gods, your full consent
And did him service: he touch'd the ports defir'd; Gave wings to my propension, and cut off
And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held 55 All fears attending on so dire a project.
Captive,

(freshners For what, alas, can thefe my single arins ?
He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth and What propugnation is in one man's valour,
Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. To stand the puth and enmity of those
Why keep we her? The Grecians keep our aunt: This quarrel would excite? Yet, I proteft,
Is Me worth keeping? Why, she is a pearl,

160 Were I alone to pass the difficulties,
Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand thips, And had as ample power as 1 have will,
And turn'd crown’d kings to merchants.

Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done,
! The meaning is, that greatness to wbicb no measure bears any propertien.

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