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Atbil. Where, where --Art thou come ? L'/y]. No; you see, he is his argument, that has Why, my cheese, my digestion, why bait thou not his

argument; Achilles. ferv'd thyself in to my table so many meals ? Neji. All the better; their fraction is more our Come, what's Agamemnon?

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

Clyn The amity, that wisdom knits not, fully
l'atr. Thy lord, Therfites; 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, Nift. No Achilles with him.
Patroclus, what art thou ?

Ulp. The elephant hath joints, but none for
Patr. Thou may'it tell, that know'st.

courtesy ; Acbil. O, tell, tell.

His legs are for necessity, not for Aexure.
Tber. I'll decline the whole question'. Ag. Patr. Achilles bids me fay he is much forry,
memnon commands Achilles; Achilles is my lord; If any thing more than your sport and pleasure
1 am Patroclus' knower; and Patroclus is a foul. Did move your greatness, and this noble Itate 3,
Patr. You rascal !

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

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

Ther. Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a tool ; Ara. Hear you, Patroclus ;Therfites is a foul; and, as aforefaid, Patroclus is a We are too well acquainted with these answers : fuol.

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

Cannot out-Ay our apprelienfions. 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; Therfites is a fool, to serve Not virtuoully on his own part beleid,tuch a fool; and Patroclus is a fool positive. Do, in our eyes, begin to lose their glots; Pair. 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 cell him, fuffices me, thou art. Look you, who comes here? We come to speak to him : And you thall not lin, Enter rigamemnon, Clylles, Nejlor, Diomedes, and if you do fay—we think him over-proud, nj.x.

And under-honett; in self-allumption greater, Acbil. Patroclus, I'll speak with no body Than in the note of judgement ; and worthier than Come in with me, Therfites.

Exit.

himself, Ther. Here is Tuch patchery, such jugglug, and Here tend the lavage strangeness he puts on ; such knavery! all the argument is--a cuckold, Disguise the holy 1trength 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 humourous predominance; yea, watch Jerpigo on the subject ! and war, and lechery, con- His pettith lunes, his ebbs, his fows, as if found all!

[Exit. The pallage and whole carriage of this action ega. Where is Achilles ?

Rode on his cide. Go, tell him this; and add,
Patr. Within his tent; but ill-dispos'u, my lord. That, if he over-hold his price fo much,

Aga. Let it b¢ known to him, that we are here. We'll none of him; but let him, like an engine
He thent 2 our meilengers; and we lay by Not portable, lie under this report
Our appertainments, vifiting of him :

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

Patr. I shall; and bring his answer presently.
Patr. I fall 10 say to him.

[Eas Ulyf. We law him at the opening of his tent; Aga. In second voice we'll not be fatisfied, He is not fick

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

[Exit Ulyles.
you may call it melancholy, if you will favour the Ajax. What is he more than another?
man ; but, hy my head, 'tis pride : But wlay, why : nga. No more than what he thinks he is.
let him thew us a çaule.--A word, my lord. Ajax. Is he fo much? Do you not think, he

(To Agamemnon. thinks bimself
Neft. What moves Ajax thus to bay at him? A better man than I!
Ulyf. Achilles hatha inveigled his fool from him. riga. No question.
Neft. Who? Ther sites ?

Ajax. Will you subscribe his thought, and say,
U!y. He.

he is?

[liant, N. Then will Ajax lack matter, if he have Aga. No, noble Ajax ; you are as itrong, as valost his argument.

As wise, and no leis noble, much more gentle,

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4.e. I will deduce the question from the first case to the latt. 3 i. e. the stately train of attending nobles whom you bring with you. (peare, is to obey, A allowance is approbation.

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21. e. rebuked, rated. * To fubfiribe, in Slako

And

And altogether more tractable.

I'll path him o'er the face. Ajax. Wły 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
Let me go to him.

[quarre!.
The fairer. He that's proud, eats up himself : Ulv. Not for the worth that hangs upon our
Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his djux. A paltry insolent fellow ,-
Own chronicle ; and whate'er praises itielf

Nif. How he describes himself! [-4fd. But in the deed, devours the deed i’ the praise, djax, Can he not be sociable ?

Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the en UIT. The raven chides blackness. [-45.14 gendering of tonds.

Ajax. I'll let his humours blood. N.P. [4,idi.] And yet he loves himself ; Is it gaz. He will be the physician, that should he not strange?

the patient.

[4nd Re-enter Ulsles.

Ajax. An all men were o' my mind, Uly]. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Ulys. Wit would be out of fashion, riga. What's his excuse ?

jax. He should not bear it so, Ulf. He doth rely on none ;

He thould eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? But carries on the Atream of his dispose,

Neft. An 'twould, you'd carry half. (-4162. Without observance or respect of any,

Ulyf. He would have ten shares. In will peculiar and in self admillion,

ajax. I will knead him, I'll make him suprle :-Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Neft. He's not yet thorough warm : force him 4 Untent his person, and share the air with us ?

with praises :

[-tide. U]. Things small as nothing, for requests fake Pour in, pour in; bis ambition is dry. only,

Ulyd. My lord, you feed too much on this dislike, He makes important : Pofleft he is with reatness;

(TO AF 223, And speak's 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 Achillas. Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse, Uly]. Why, 'tis this naming of him dos lumn That, 'twixt his mental and his active parts,

harm. Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages,

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 Tould you fo ?
Cry--No recovery.

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

C!. Know the whole work!, he is as voliant. Dear lord, go you and greet him in his tent : ajux. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus 'Tis faid, he holds you well; and will be led,

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

'Would, he were a Trojan! UIS. O Agamemnon, let it not be so !

Nift. What a vice were it in Ajax now-
We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes, Ulf. If he were proud ?
When they go from Achilles : Shall the proud lord, Dio. Or covetous of praise ?
That bastes his arrogance with his own seam ? ; Uyf. Ay, or furly borne?
And never suffers matter of the world

Dio. Or ftrange, or self-affected ?
Enter his thoughts,-save such as do revolve Uly. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of
And ruminare himself,-hall he be worshipp'd

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

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

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

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

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 to Cancer, when he burns To sinervy Ajax. I will not praise tly wisdom, With entertaining great Hyperion.

Which, like a bourn S, a pale, a shore, confines This loru go to him! Jupiter forbid ;

Thy spacious and dilated parts : Here's Nestor, And say in thunder-Achilles, go to bim.

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

[4]de. But pardon, father Nestor, were your days Dio. And how his filence drinks up this applaufe ! As green as Ajax, and your brain so temper'd,

[ Afide. You Mould not have the eminence of himg Ajax. If I go to him, with my armed fift

But be as Ajaxo

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feeths. TROY.

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

indeed!
Enter Pandarus, and a Servani. [Musick within.
Pan. L`RIEND! you ! pray you, a word :

Enter Paris, and Helen, attended.
Do not you follow the young lord Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this
Paris?

fair company ! fair desires, in all fair measure,
Sero. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. fairly guide them !--especially to you, fair queen !
Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? fair thoughts be your fair pillow !
Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord.

Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words.
Par. You do depend upon a noble gentleman ; Pan. Youspeak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.
I must needs praise him.

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

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

life, you shall make it whole again ; you thall Serv. 'Faiti, sir, superficially.

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.

l'an. Truly, lady, no.
Serv. I hoje I mall know your honour better. Helen. O; fir,-
Pan. I do defire it.

Pren. Rude, in footh s 'in good footh, very rude.
Sero. You are in the state of grace ?

Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits 2. Pan. Grace! not fo, friend; honour and lord Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen: Thip are my titles :- What music is this? My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word ?

Serv. I do but partiy know, fir; it is musick Helen. Nay, this shall not heuge us out ; we'll in parts.

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

Pan. Well, fwect queen, you are pleasant with Serv. Wholly, fir.

me.-But (mirry) thus, my lord. --My dear Pun. Who play they to?

lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Serv. To the hearers, sır.

Troilus-
Pan. Ai u hoie pleasure, friend?

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

himself most affectionately to you.
Sero. Who Thall I command, fır?

Hilen. You Thall 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 : Ar Pan. Sweet queen, tweet queen ; that's a sweet
whose request do these men play?

Serv. That's to 't, indeed, sir : 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.
fon ; with him, the mortal Venus, the heart-blood Pun. Nay, that shall not serve your turn ; that
of beauty, love's invisible foul 1,

shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such Pan. Who, my cousin Crellida?

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

make his excuse. Pun. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not Heier. My lord Pandarus,seen the lady Cretlida. I come to speak with Pan. What iay's my sweet queen į my very Paris from the Prince Troilus : I will make a very sweet queen ?

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Pans

Pan. What exploit's in hand > where sups he? How chance my brother Troilus went not? to-night?

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

know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. What says my sweet queen? My cousin Pan. Not I, doney-sweet queen.- long to will fall out with you.

hear how they íped to-day.-You'll remember Helen. You must not know where he sups. your brother's excuse? Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Crestida. Par. To a hair.

Pan. No, no, 110 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.

Pan. I will, sweet queen. (Exit. Sound a retreat. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you Par. They are come from field: let us to Priam's say-Cressida ? no, your poor disposer's sick.

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 ftubborn buckles, me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen. With these your white enchanting fingers touchd, Ilelen. Why, this is kindly done.

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

Than all the island kings, dilarm great Hector. Heler. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not Heien. 'Twill make us proud to be his íervant, 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 hare; Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make Yea, over-thines ourself. them three 2.

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

11. I'll sing you a fong now.

S CE N E Helen. Ay, ay, proythee now. By my troth,

Pardarus' Garder. sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead.

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

Pan. How now? Where's thy maiter? at my Helen. Let thy song be love : this love will un- cousin Crellida's ? do us all. Oh, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid !

Serv. No, sir; he stays for you to conduct him Pan. Love, ay, that it thall 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, ftill more!

Troi. Sirrah, walk off. “ For, oh, love's bow

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

Troi. No, Pandarus : I stalk about her door, « The shaft confounds

Like a strange foul upon the St; gian backs “ Not that it wounds,

Staying for wastage. Oh, be thou my Charon, < But tickles still the fore.

And give me swift transportance to those fields,

Where I may wallow in the lily beds These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die ! “ Yet that which seems the wound to kill, From Cupid's thoulder pluck bis painted wings,

Propos’d for the deserver! O gentle Pandanıs, “ Doth wrn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he !

And fly with me to Crellid! " So dying love lives ftill:

Pan. Walk here i' the orchard, I will bring her “ Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!

straight.

[H17: Pandardis “Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!

Troi. I am giddy ; expect.ition whirls me round. “ Hey ho!"

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

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 bou thoughts, Swooning destruction; or some joy too five, and hot thoughts beget hut deeds, and hot deeds is Too subtle potent, tund too sharp in tweetness, love.

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

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

Rc-cater Pantarus. 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 :( Itraight ; you must be witty now.

She does lo

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! This is the usual exclamation at a childish game called Hie, fby, hie. 2 1. e. says Mr. Tollct. the reconcilation and wanton dalliance of two lovers after a quarrel, may produce a child, and so make chrecot two.

blush,

blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she werel Cre. They say, all lovers swear more performfrayed with a sprite : I'll fetch her. It is the ance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability prettielt villain :- he fetches her breath as mort that they never perform ; vowing more than the as a new-ta en sparrow. (Exit Pandarus. perfection of ten, and ditcharging lefs than the Troi. Even such a passion doth embrace my tenth part of one. They that trave the voice of bofom :

lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters? My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; Troi. Are there such: fuch are not we : Praise And all my powers do their bestowing lole, us as we are talted, allow us as we prove ; our Like vaffalage at unawares encount'ring

head shall go bare, 'till merit crown it : no perThe eye of majesty.

fection in reverfion thall have a praife in pretent : Enter Pandarus, and Cressida.

we will not name defert, before his birth ; and bePan. Come, come, what need you blush? ing born, his addition thall be humble 4. Few Thame's a baby.—Here she is now : swear the words to fair faithı : Troilus shall be such to Crellid, oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me.- as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for What, are you gone again ? you must be watch'd his truth ; and what truth can 1peak truett, not ere you be made tame', mult you ? Come your truer than Troilus. ways, come your ways; an you draw back Cre. Will you walk in, my lord ? ward, we'll put you i' the files 2.-Why do you

Re-enter Pandurus. not speak to her !--Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loth Pan. What, bluthing still ? have you not done you are to offend day-light ! an 'twere dark, you'd talking yet? close sooner. So, fo; rub on, and kiss the mir. Cre. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I detress. How now, a kiss in fee-farm ! build there, dicate to you. carpenter ; the air is sweet. Nay, you thall Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a fight your hearts out, ere 1 part you. The faul- boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my con as the tercel, for all the ducks i' the river 3 : lord ; if he flinch, chide me for it. go to, go to.

Troi. You know now your hottages; your unTroi. You have bereft mc of all words, lady. cle's word, and my firm faith.

Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; but the'll bereave you of the deeds too, if the call our kindred, though they be long ere they are your activity in question. What, billing again? woo’d, they are constant, being won : they are here's—in witness whereof the parties interchange- burrs, I can tell you; they'll fick where they are abyCome in, come in ; I'll go get a fire. thrown.

[Exit Pandarui,

Cre. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me Cre. Will you walk in, my lord ?

heart: Troi. O Cretsida, how often have I with’d me Prince Trolus, I have lov'd you night and day, thus ?

For many weary inonths. Cie. With d, my lord ?- The gods grant !--0 Troi. Why was my Crellid then so hard to win?

Cre. Hard to icem won; but I was won, my Troi. What should they grant? what makes this

lord, pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies With the first glance that ever

-Pardon me :my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? If I confess much, you will play the tyrant.

Cre. More dregs than water, if my fears have I love you now; but not, 'till now, so much eyes.

But I might matter it :--in faith, I lye; Troi. Fears make devils of cherubims; they My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown never see truly,

Too headitrong for their mother : See, we fools ! Cre. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds Why hare 1 blabb'd? who shall be true to 115, safer footing than blind reason ftumbling without When we are so unsecret to ourselves? fear: To fear the worit, oft cures the worst. But though I lov'd you well, I wou'd you noc;

Troi. O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all And yet, good faith, I with'd myself a man ; Cupid's pageant there is prelented no moniter. Or, that we women had men's privilege Cre. Nor nothing monitrous neither?

Of 1peaking firtt. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue; Trei. Nothing, but our undertakings; when For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak we vow to weep seas, live in tire, eat rocks, The thing I ihall repent. See, see, your filence, tame lygers; thinking it harder for our mittreis Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draw's to devile imposition enough, than for us to under-My very foal of countel : Stop my mouth. go any difficulty impoted. This is the monitru Troi. And thall, albeit sweet musick illues thence. ofity in love, lady,--that the will is infinite, and Pan. Pretty, i'faith. the execution contin'd; that the desire is boundleis, Che. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; and the act a fave to limit.

'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiís :

my lord!

i Alluding to the manner of taming hauks. 2 Alluding to the custom of putting men suspeated of cowardice in the middle places. 3 Pandarus means, that he'll match his niece againt her lover for any bett. Tlae teriel is the mule hawk; by the fauloon we generally understand the female. 4 Wo wiil give him ao high or pompus titles,

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