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Nor faint in the pursuit.

And fame, in time to come, canonize us: Pri. Paris, you speak

For, I presume, brave Hector would not lose Like one befocted on your sweet delights:

So rich advantage of a promis'd glory,
You have the honey still, but these the gall; As smiles upon the forehead of this action,
So to be valiant, is no praise at all.

5 For the wide world's revenue. Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself

Hect. I am yours,
The pleasures such a beauty brings with it; You valiant offspring of great Priamus.
But I would have the soil of her fair rape

I have a roisting challenge fent amongst
Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her.

The dull and factious nobles of the Greeks, What treason were it to the ransack'd queen, 10 Will strike amazement to their drowsy spirits : Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to me, I was advertis'd, their great general flept, Now to deliver her poffeffion up,

Whilft i emulation in the army crept; On terms of base compulsion? Can it be,

This, I presume, will wake him. [Exent! That so degenerate a strain as this,

S CE N E III. Should once set footing in your generous bosoms? 1.

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The Grecian Camp.
There's not the meanest spirit on our party,
Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw,

Achilles' Tent.
When Helen is defended; nor none so noble,

Enter Therfites. Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, How now, Thersites? what, loft in the labyrinth Where Helen is the subject: then, I say, 20 of thy fury? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus? Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well, He beats me, and I rail at him: 0 worthy satisThe world's large spaces cannot parallel.

faction ! 'would it were otherwise, that I could Heet. Paris, and Troilus, you have both said well; beat him, whilft he rail'd at me: 'Sfoot, I'll learn And on the cause and question now in hand to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some iffue Have gloz’d, but superficially; not much 2 5|of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought -a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken 'till these Unfit to hear moral philosophy:

two undermine it, the walls will stand 'till they The reasons you alledge, do more conduce fall of themselves. O thou great thunder-darter To the hot passion of diftemper'd blood,

of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of Than to make up a free determination

30 gods; and, Mercury, lose all the serpentine craft 'Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure, and revenge, of thy Caduceus; if ye take not that little little Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice less-than-little wit from them that they have! Of any true decision. Nature craves,

which fort-arm'd ignorance itself knows is to All dues be render'd to their owners; Now abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliWhat nearer debt in all humanity,

35 ver a fly from a spider, without drawing the matly Than wife is to the husband ? If this law

iron 4, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeOf nature be corrupted through affection;

ance on the whole camp! or, rather, the boneAnd that great minds, of partial indulgence ache! for that, methinks, is the curse dependant To their benummed' wills, resist the same; on those that war for a placket. I have faid my There is a law in each well order'd nation, 40 prayers; and devil envy, say Amen. What, ho ! To curb those raging appetites that are

my lord Achilles ! Most disobedient and refractory.

Enter Parroclus. If Helen then be wife to Sparta's king,

Patr. Who's there? Therätes? Good Therfites, As it is known the is, these moral laws

come in and rail. Of nature, and of nations, speak aloud

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Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counTo have her back return'd: Thus to persist terfeit, thou would'st not have sipp'd out of my In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong,

contemplation : but it is no matter, Thyself upon But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion thyself! The common curse of mankind, folly and Is this, in way of truth: yet, ne'ertheless, ignorance, be thine in great revenue ! heaven bless My sprightly brethren, I propend to you 50 thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near In resolution to keep Helen still;

thee! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependence death! then if me that lays thee out, fays--thou Upon our joint and several dignities.

art a fair corse, I'll be sworn and sworn upen 't, Troi. Why,there you touch'd the life of our design: The never shrouded any but lazars. Amen. Were it not glory that we more affected

55 Where's Achilles ? Than the performance of our heaving spleens 2, Patr. What, art thou devout: waft thou in I would not with a drop of Trojan blood

prayer?
Spent more in her defence. But, worthy Hector, Tber. Ay; The heavens hear me!
She is a theme of honour and renown;

Enter Achilles.
A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds; 60 Acbil. Who's there?
Whose present courage may beat down our foes, Patr. Thersites, my lord.
Tj. e. inflexible, immoveable. ? i.e. the execution of spite and resentment.

3 That isa envy, factious contention.

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Acbil. Where, where Art thou come? Uly]: No; you see, he is his argument, that has
Why, my cheese, my digestion, why haft thou not his argument; Achilles.
ferv'd thyself in to my table so many meals ? Nift

. All the better; their fraction is more our Come, what's Agamemnon?

with, than their faction: But it was a strong comTber. Thy commander, Achilles;--Then tell 5 posure, a fool could disunite. me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?

U!7/7. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly
Patr. Thy lord, Thersites; Then tell me, I may easily untye. Here comes Patroclus.
pray thee, what's thyself ?

Re-enter Patroclus.
Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Neft. No Achilles with him.
Patroclus, what art thou?

Uld: The elephant hath joints, but none for
Patr. Thou may'st tell, that know'ft.

courtesy;
Abil. O, tell, tell.

His legs are for necessity, not for flexure.
Ther. I'll decline the whole question'. Aga Parr. Achilles bids me say he is much forry,
memnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; If any thing more than your sport and pleasure
I am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a fool. 15 Did move your greatness, and this noble ftate 3,
Patr. You rascal!

To call on him; he hopes, it is no other,
Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done.

But, for your health and your digestion fake,
Acbil. He is a privileg'd man.--Proceed, Thersites. An after-dinner's breath.

Tber. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Aga. Hear you, Patroclus; that". Thersites is a fuol; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a 20 We are too well acquainted with these answers : Lin:01. fool.

But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn, Acbil. Derive this; come.

Cannot out-fly our apprehenfions. Tber. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to com Much attribute he hath ; and much the reason mand Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be command Why we ascribe it to him: yet all his virtues ed of Agamemnon ; Therlites is a fool, to serve 25 Not virtuously on his own part beheld,-such a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their gloss; Patr. Why am I a fool?

Yea, like fair fruit in an unwholesome dish, Tber. Make that demand of the prover. It] Are like to rot untafted. Go and tell him, thou art. Look you,

who comes here? We come to speak to him: And you shall not fing Enter Agamemnon, Ulydis, Neftir, Diomedes, and 39 If you do say--we think him over-proud, Ajax.

And under-honeft ; in self-assumption greater, Acbil. Patroclus, I'll speak with no body: Than in the note of judgment; and wort hier than Come in with me, Therfites.

himself, Tber. Here is such patchery, such juggling, and Here tend the savage strangeness he puts on; fuch knavery! all the argument is--a cuckold, 35 Disguise the holy strength of their command, and a whore; A good quarrel, to draw emulous And under-write 4 in an observing kind factions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry His humorous predominance; yea, watch Serpigo on the subje&t ! and war, and lechery, con His pettith lunes, his ebbs, his flows, as if found all!

[Exit. The passage and whole carriage of this action Aga. Where is Achilles ?

401 Rode on his tide. Go, tell him this; and add, Pair. Within his tent; but ill-dispos’d, my lord. That, if lie over-hold his price fo much,

Aga. Let it be known to him, that we are here. We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine
Gm He ment 2 our messengers; and we lay by Not portable, lie under this report
Our appertainments, visiting of him:

Bring action hither, this cannot go to war :
Let him be told fo; left, perchance, he think |45|A stirring dwarf we do allowances give
We dare not move the question of our place, Before a peeping giant:--Tell him so.
Or know not what we are.

Putr. I shall; and bring his answer presently,
Patr, I Mall fo say to him.

[Exit Ulyl. We saw him at the opening of his tent; Agz. In second voice we'll not be satisfied, He is not fick.

50 We come to speak with him.-llyfies, enter you. Ajax. Yes, lion-fick, fick of a proud heart :

(Exit Ulyfes. you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the Ajax. What is he more than another ? man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why? Aga. No more than what he thinks he is. det him fhew us a caufe.--Aword, my lord.

Ajax. Is he fo much? Do you not think, he

[T. Agamemnon. 55 thinks himself
Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? A better man than I :
Ulyss Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him. Aga. No question.
Nei. Who? Therlites ?

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be is?

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As wife, and no luis noble, inuch more gentle, i.e. I will deduce the question from the firii case to the last. 2 j. e. rebuked, rated, 3 i.e. the stately train of attending nobles whom you bring with you. 4 Tv beribe, in Slakspeare, is to oby 5 A!owance is approbatione 3K 3

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And altogether more tractable.

I'll path him o'er the face. Ajax. Why should a man be proud ?

Aga. O, no, you shall not go.
How doth pride grow? I know not what pride is. Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze 3
Aga. Your mind's the clearer, Ajax, and your

his pride :-
virtues
5 Let me go to him.

[quarrel. The fairer. He that's proud, eats up himself: Ulyf. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his

Ajax. A paltry insolent fellow,Own chronicle : and whatt'er praises itself

Neft. How he describes himself! [Afide. But in the deed, devours the deed i' the praise. Ajax, Can he not be sociable?

Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the en- 10 Ulys. The raven chides blackness. [Afde. gendering of toads.

Ajax, I'll let his humours blood. Neft. [Afide.) And yet he loves himself; Is it Aga. He will be the physician, that Mould be not itrange?

the patient.

[Akdr. Re-enter Uiynes.

Ajax. An all men were o' my mind,Ulyl. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. 15 Ulyj: Wit would be out of fashion. [Afidis Aga. What's his excuse?

Ajax. He should not bear it so, Ulyf. He doth rely on none;

He should eat swords first : Shall pride cany it? But carries on the stream of his dispose,

Nift. An 'twould, you'd carry half. [Ads Without observance or respect of any,

Uyl. He would have ten shares. · (Afde In will peculiar and in self admission.

Ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him supple:Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Nifi. He's not yet thorough warm : force him* Untent his person, and Mare the air with us?

with praises:

(Afde. Uly]: Things small as nothing, for request's sake Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. only,

Ulyd: My lord, you feed too much on this dilike. He makes important: Porreft he is with greatness; 25

(To Agamemna. And speaks not to himself, but with a pride

Nift. Our noble general, do not do so.
That quarrels at self breath: imagin'd worth Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles.
Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Ulys: Why, 'tis this naming of him does him
That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,

harm.
Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages, 30 Here is a man But 'tis before his face ;
And batters down himself: What should I say? I will be filent.
He is so plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it" Neft. Wherefore should you fo?
Cry-No recovery.

He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
Aga. Let Ajax go to him.

Ulyf Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent: 35 Ajax. A whoreson dog, that thall palter thus 'Tis said, he holds you well; and will be led,

with us! At your request, a little from himself.

Would, he were a Trojan! Ulyp: O Agamemnon, let it not be fo!

Niff. What a vice were it in Ajax nowa We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes,

Ulyj: If he were proud ? When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord, 40 Dio. Or covetous of praise? That bastes his arrogance with his own seama; Ulyf. Ay, or surly borne ? And never suffers matter of the world

Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ? Enter his thoughtsg-save such as do revolve

Ulyf. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of And ruminate himself,-Mall he be worshipp'd

sweet composure ; Of that we hold an idol more than he ?

45 Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee fuck: No, this thrice-worthy and right-valiant lord Fam'd be thy tutor: and thy parts of nature Must not so ftale his palm, nobly acquir'd; (Thrice-fam’d, beyond all erudition : Nor, by my will, allubjugate his merit,

But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight, As amply titled as Achilles is,

Let Mars divide eternity in twain, By going to Achilles :

50 And give him half; and, for thy vigor, That were to enlard his fat-already pride;

Bull-bearing Milo his addition yield And add more coals tp Cancer, when he burns To finewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, With entertaining great Hyperion.

Which, like a bourn", a pale, a more, confines This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid;

Thy spacious and dilated parts: Hert's Neftorgate And say in thunder-Abilles, go so bim.

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s|Instructed by the antiquary times, Neft. O, this is well: he rubs the vein of him. He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;

[ Afide. But pardon, father Nestor, were your days Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! As green as Ajax, and your brain so temperd,

[Afide. You should not have the eminence of him, Ajax. ii I go to him, with my armed fift 360 But be as Ajax.

i Alluding to the decisive spots appearing on those infected by the plague. 2 Seam is greaca 13 To pbeeze is to comb or curry.

4 j.e. fuff him with praises (from farcir, Fr.), * A borite is a boundary, and sometimes a riyulet dividing one place from another,

Ajas.

Ajax. Shall I call you father?

We must with all our main of power stand faft:
Nef. Ay, my good son.

And here's a lord, come knights from east to west,
Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax.

And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best.
Ulyj· There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Aga. Go we to council. Let Achilles Neep.
Keeps thicket. Please it our great general 5 Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw
To call together all his state of war;

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TROY.

Seru, Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrase,
The Palace.

indeed!
Enter Pandarus, and a Servant. [Mufick within.

Enter Paris, and Helen, attended.
Pan. RIEND! you! pray you, a word:

Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this
Paris ?

fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure,
Serv. Ay, fir, when he goes before me.

fairly guide them!—especially to you, fair queen!
Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? 25 fair thoughts be your fair pillow!
Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman;

Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen
I must needs praise him,

Fair prince, here is good broken musick.
Serw. The lord be praised !

Par. You have broke it, cousin: and, by my
Pan. You know me, do you not?

30 life, you shall make it whole again; you mall
Serv. 'Faith, fir, fuperficially.

piece it out with a piece of your performance :-
Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Nell, he is full of harmony,
Pandarus.

Pan. Truly, lady, no.
Serv. I hope I Mall know your honour better. Helen. O, fir,-
Pane I do defire it.

135 Pan. Rude, in footh; in good footh, very rude,
Seru. You are in the state of grace ?

Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say fo in fits.
Pan. Grace ! not so, friend; honour and lord Pan. I have business to my lord, dear

quten :-
hip are my titles :-What music is this?

My lord, will you vouchrafe me a word ?
Serv, I do but partly know, fir; it is musick Helen. Nay, this Mall not hedge us out; we'll

40 hear you fing, certainly.
Pan. Know you the musicians ?

Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with
Serv. Wholly, sir.

Ime.But (marry) thus, my lord, -My dear
Paz. Who play they to?

lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother
Seru. To the hearers, fir,

Troilusa
Pan. At whose pleasure, friend?

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Heien. My lord Pandarus; honey.sweet lord,
Serv. At mine, fir, and theirs that love musick. Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:--commends
Pan. Command, I mean, friend?

himself most affectionately to you.
Serv. Who shall I command, sir?

Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody;
Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; If you do, our melancholy upon your head !
I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: Ad 59 Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet
whose request do these men play?

Serv. That's to 't, indeed, fir : Marry, fir, at Heler. And to make a sweet lady fad, is a sour
the request of Paris my lord, who is there in per-

offence.
lon; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood Pan. Nay, that thall not serve your turn; that
of beauty, love's invisible soul',

55 mall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such
Pam. Who, my cousin Cressida ?

words; no, no.--And, my lord, he desires you,
Serv. No, fir, Helen; Could you not find out that, if the king call for him at fupper, you will
that by her attributes ?

make his excuse.
Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not Helen. My lord Pandarusa
seen the lady Cressida.
I come to speak with 60

Pan. What says my sweet queen; my very
Paris from the Prince Troilus : I will make a very sweet queen?
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Par. What exploit's in hand? where Cups he How chance my brother Troilus went not? to-night?

Helen. He hangs the lip at something ;-you with Helen. Nay, but my lord.

know all, lord Pandarus. Par. What says my sweet queen? My cousin Pas. Not I, honey-sweet queen.- I long to will fall out with you. 5 hear how they sped to-day.—You'll remember

Eres Helen. You must not know where he sups. your brother's excuse ?

but Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Creffida. Par. To a hair.

Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide ; Pan. Farewel, sweet queen. come, your disposer is sick.

Helen. Commend me to your niece. Par. Well, I'll make excuse.

10 Pan. I will, sweet queen. [Exir. Sound a retreat. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why nould you Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's fay--Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's fick.

hall,

you Par. I spy!,

To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo Pan. You spy! what do you spy? --Come, give To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen.

15 With these your white enchanting fingers touch'd, Helen. Why, this is kindly done.

Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Par. My niece is horribly in love with a thing Or force of Greekish finews; you shall do more you have, sweet queen.

Than all the island kings, disarm great Hector. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his servant,

na pakete my lord Paris.

Paris : Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty are twain.

Gives us more palm in beauty than we have; Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make Yea, over-shines ourself. them three 2.

Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. (Exexxi.
Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this ; 25

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I'll fing you a song now.
Helen. Ay, ay, prythee now. By my troth,

Pandarus' Garden. sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

Enter Pandarus, and Troilus' man. Par. Ay, you may, you may.

Pan. How now? where's thy master ? at my Helin. Let thy song be love: this love will un- 30 cousin Cressida's ?

mate 11 do us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to condu& him
Pan. Love, ay, that it shall i' faith. [love. thither.
Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but

Enter Troilus.
Pan. In good troth, it begins so:

Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now?
Love, love, nothing but love, still more! 35 Trci. Sirrah, walk off.
" For, oh, love's bow

Pan. Have you seen my coufin?
Shoots buck and doe :

Trci. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door,
" The shaft confounds

Like a strange foul upon the Stygian banks
Not that it wounds,

Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
" But tickles still the fore.

40 And give me swift transportance to those fields, « These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die!

Where I may wallow in the lily beds 6 Yet that which seems the wound to kill,

Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, * Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!

From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, “ So dying love lives ftill:

And fly with me to Creflid ! “ Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!

145 Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I will bring her “ Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!

straight. “ Hey ho!"

Trci. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.

The imaginary relish is so sweet Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the That it enchants my sense; What will it be, nose.

5 When that the watry palate taftes indeed Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that

Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts,

Swooning destruction; or some joy too fine, and hot thoughts bezet hot deeds, and hot deeds is

Too subtle potent, tun'd too fharp in sweetness, love.

For the capacity of my ruder powers : Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, 55 I fear it much; and I do fear befides, hot thoughts, and hot deeds ?--Why, they are vi That I shall lose distinction in my joys; pers : Is love a generaticn of vipers? Sweet lord, As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps who's a-field to-day?

The enemy flying. Par. Hector, Deipliobus, Helenus, Antenor,

Re-erter Pandarus. and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have 6c

Pun. She's making her ready, me'll come arm’d to-day, but my Nell would not have it so: straight; you must be witty now. She does fo 1 This is the usual exclamation at a childish game called Hie, Spy, bie.

2 i. e. says Mr. Tollet, the reconciliation and wanton dalliance of two lovers after a quarrel, may produce a child, and so make three of two.

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