Nor faint in the purfuit. Pri. Paris, you speak Like one befotted on your sweet delights: Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself On terms of bafe compulfion? Can it be, Should once fet footing in your generous bofoms? When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, Whofe life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, Well may we fight for her, whom, we know well, He beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy fatriThe world's large spaces cannot parallel. Helt. Paris, and Troilus, you have both faid well; For 'tis a caufe that hath no mean dependence faction! 'would, it were otherwife, that I could beat him, whilft he rail'd at me: 'Sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raife devils, but I'll fee fome ifive of my fpiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, -a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken 'till there two undermine it, the walls will ftand 'till they fall of themfelves. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the king of gods; and, Mercury, lofe all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus; if ye take not that little little lefs-than-little wit from them that they have! which short-arm'd ignorance itfelf knows is fo abundant fcarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing the mally iron 4, and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or, rather, the boneache! for that, methinks, is the curfe dependant on those that war for a placket. I have faid my prayers; and devil envy, fay Amen. What, ho! my lord Achilles ! Enter Patroclus. Patr. Who's there? Therfites? Good Therfites, come in and rail. Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counterfeit, thou wouldst not have flipp'd out of my contemplation: but it is no matter, Thyfelf upon thyfelf! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue! heaven bleis thee from a tutor, and difcipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy death! then if fhe, that lays thee out, fays-thou art a fair corfe, I'll be fworn and fworn upon 't, Troi. Why, there you touch'd the life of our defign: the never fhrowded any but lazars. Amen. Were it not glory that we more affected Than the performance of our heaving fpleens 2, Where's Achilles? Patr. What, art thou devout? waft thou in prayer? Ther. Ay; The heavens hear me ! Enter Achilles. Achil. Who's there? 1 i. e. inflexible, immoveable. 2 i. e. the execution of fpite and resentment. eavy, factious contention. + That is, without drawing their words to cut the web, 3 That is, Achil. Where, where Art thou come ? Why, my cheese, my digeftion, why haft thou not ferv'd thyfelf in to my table fo many meals?, Come, what's Agamemuon? Uly. No; you fee, he is his argument, that has his argument; Achilles. Neft. All the better; their fraction is more our with, than their faction: But it was a strong com Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ;-Then tell pofure, a fool could difunite. me, Patroclus, what's Achilles? Ulyff. The amity, that wisdom knits not, folly Patr. Thy lord, Therfites; Then tell me, I may easily untye. Here comes Patroclus. pray thee, what's thyfelf? Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus; Then tell me, Patr. Thou may'ft tell, that know'st. Ther. I'll decline the whole question 1. Aga- Ther. Peace, fool; I have not done. Achil. He is a privileg'd man.-Proceed, Therfites. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Therfites is a fool; and, as aforefaid, Patroclus is a fool. Re-enter Patroclus. Neft. No Achilles with him. Uly. The elephant hath joints, but none for' courtesy ; His legs are for neceffity, not for flexure. Patr. Achilles bids me fay-he is much forry, Aga. Hear you, Patroclus ; We are too well acquainted with these answers: Achil. Derive this; come. Ther. Agamemnon is a fool to offer to com- Much attribute he hath; and much the reafon mand Achilles; Achilles is a fool to be command-Why we afcribe it to him: yet all his virtues,→→→ ed of Agamemnon; Therfites is a fool, to ferve Not virtuoufly on his own part beheld,fuch a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Patr. Why am I a fool? Ther. Make that demand of the prover. -It Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their glofs; fuffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here ?We come to speak to him: And you shall not fin, Enter Agamemnon, Ulysses, Neflor, Diomedes, and Ajax. Achil. Patroclus, I'll fpeak with no body :-Come in with me, Therfites. [Exit. Ther. Here is fuch patchery, fuch juggling, and such knavery! all the argument is a cuckold, and a whore; A good quarrel, to draw emulous factions, and bleed to death upon. Now the dry ferpigo on the fubject! and war, and lechery, confound all! [Exit. Aga. Where is Achilles? Patr. Within his tent; but ill-difpos'd, my lord. Let him be told fo; left, perchance, he think [Exit. Patr. I fhall 10 fay to him. Ajax. Yes, lion-fick, fick of a proud heart: you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the man; but, by my head, 'tis pride: But why, why?| let him fhew us a caufe.--A word, my lord. [To Agamemnon. Ulyff. He. Nt. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have loft his argument. If you do fay—we think him over-proud, Here tend the favage ftrangeness he puts on; Aga. In fecond voice we'll not be satisfied, Ajax. What is he more than another? 4i. e. I will deduce the queftion from the firft cafe to the laft. 3 i. e. the ftately train of attending nobles whom you bring with you. 4 Allowance is approbation. speare, is to obey, K kk 3 2 i. e. rebuked, rated. 4 To fubscribe, in Shak And And altogether more tractable. Ajax. Why fhould a man be proud? The fairer. He that's proud, eats up himself: Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. Nef. [Afide.] And yet he loves himself; Is it not strange? Re-enter Ulves. Uly. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Uhf. He doth rely on none; But carries on the stream of his difpofe, Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Uly. Things fmall as nothing, for requeft's fake He makes important: Poffeft he is with greatness; Aga. Let Ajax go to him. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent : Ulyff. O Agamemnon, let it not be fo! By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride; Neft. O, this is well: he rubs the vein of him. Ajax. If I go to him, with my armed fift Here is a man-But 'tis before his face; Neft. Wherefore should you fo? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. Ulyff. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajax. A whorefon dog, that fhall palter thus with us! 'Would, he were a Trojan! Neft. What a vice were it in Ajax now Uly. If he were proud? Dia. Or covetous of praise? Ulyff. Ay, or furly borne ? Dio. Or ftrange, or felf-affected? Uly. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of fweet compofure ; Praife him that got thee, fhe that gave thee fuck; To finewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wifdom, He muft, he is, he cannot but be wife;—— Alluding to the decifive fpots appearing on thofe infected by the plague. 3 To pheeze is to comb or curry. 41. e. ftuff him with praifes (from farcir, Fr.), boundary, and fometimes a rivulet dividing one place from another, * Seam is greaft, 5 A bourn is a Ajax. Shall I call you father? Dio. Be rul'd by him, lord Ajax. Ulyff. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Fiella kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, We must with all our main of power stand fast: ACT SCENE I. TROY. The Palace. Enter Pandarus, and a Servant. [Musick within. Paris? F Serv. Ay, fir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I muit needs praife him. Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Serv. 'Faith, fir, fuperficially. III. complimental affault upon him, for my bufinefs feeths. Sev. Sodden business! there's a stew'd phrafe, indeed! Enter Paris, and Helen, attended. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair defires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them !-efpecially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. Youfpeak your fair pleasure, fweet queen.Fair prince, here is good broken mufick. Par. You have broke it, coufin: and, by my life, you fhall make it whole again; you fhall piece it out with a piece of your performance : Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Nell, he is full of harmony. Serv. I hope I shall know your honour better. Serv. You are in the state of grace ? Pan. Grace! not fo, friend; honour and lordfhip are my titles :-What mufic is this? Serv. I do but partly know, fir; it is mufick in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians? Serv. Wholly, fir. Pan. Who play they to? Serv. To the hearers, fir. Pan. At whofe pleature, friend? Serv. At mine, fir, and theirs that love mufick. Pan. Friend, we understand not one another; I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning: At whose request do these men play? Serv. That's to 't, indeed, fir: Marry, fir, at the request of Paris my lord, who is there in perfon; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood of beauty, love's invifible foul 1, Pan. Who, my coufin Creffida? Pan. Truly, lady, no. Helen. O, fir, Pan. Rude, in footh; `in good footh, very rude. Par. Well faid, my lord! well, you fay fo in fits 2. Pan. I have bufinefs to my lord, dear queen :My lord, will you vouchfafe me a word? Helen. Nay, this fhall not hedge us out; we'll hear you fing, certainly. Pan. Well, fwect.queen, you are pleafant with me.-But (marry) thus, my lord. My dear lord, and moft efteemed friend, your brother Troilus Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord,— Pan. Go to, fweet queen, go to :-commends himfelf most affectionately to you. Helen. You thall not bob us out of our melody; Helen. And to make a fweet lady fad, is a four offence. Pan. Nay, that shall not ferve your turn; that fhall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for fuch words; no, no.-And, my lord, he defires you, Serv. No, fir, Helen; Could you not find out that, if the king call for him at supper, you will 'that by her attributes ? make his excufe. Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pan. What fays my fweet queen; my very Pan. It fhould feem, fellow, that thou haft not feen the lady Creffida. I come to fpeak with Paris from the Prince Troilus: I will make a very sweet queen? i, e. the foul of love invifible every where else. 2 i. e. now and then, by fits. Pan Pan. What exploit's in hand? where fups he How chance my brother Troilus went not ? to-night? Helen. Nay, but my lord,——— Pan. What fays my sweet queen? My coufin will fall out with you. Helen. You must not know where he fups. Par. I'll lay my life, with my difposer Creffida. Pan. No, no, no fuch matter, you are wide; come, your difpofer is fick. Par. Well, I'll make excufe. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you fay-Creffida? no, your poor disposer's fick. Par. 1 fpy. Helen. He hangs the lip at fomething-you know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Not 1, honey-fweet queen. I long to hear how they fped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excufe? Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewel, fweet queen. Helen. Commend me to your niece. Pan. I will, fweet queen. [Exit. Sound a retreat. Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's hall, [you To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I muft woo Pan. You ípy! what do you spy?-Come, give To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, me an inftrument.-Now, fweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done. With thefe your white enchanting fingers touch'd, Shall more obey, than to the edge of steel, Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing Or force of Greckah finews; you fhall do more you have, fweet queen. Than all the ifland kings, difarm great Hector. Helen. 'Twill make us proud to be his fervant, Paris : Helen. She fhall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris. Pan. He! no, fhe'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-fhines ourself. them three 2. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll fing you a fong now. Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, fweet lord, thou haft a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt. Enter Pandarus, and Troilus' man. Pan. How now? where's thy maiter? at my Helen. Let thy fong be love: this love will un-coufin Creffida's? do us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! Serv. No, fir; he stays for you to conduct him [love. thither. Pan. Love, ay, that it fhall i' faith. "Love, love, nothing but love, still more! "The fhaft confounds "Thefe lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! "Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he! "So dying love lives ftill: "Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! "Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha! "Hey ho!" Helen. In love, i' faith, to the very tip of the nofe, Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day? Enter Troilus. Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now ? Troi. Sirrah, walk off. Pan. Have you feen my coufin ? Troi. No, Pandarus: 1 stalk about her door, Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I will bring her Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, Re-cater Pandavus. and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come arm'd to-day, but my Nell would not have it fo: ftraight; you must be witty now. She does fo This is the ufual exclamation at a childish game called Hie, Spy, hie. 2 i. e. fays Mr. Tollet, the reconciliation and wanton dalliance of two lovers after a quarrel, may produce a child, and fo make three of two. blush, |