If any come, Hector fhall honour him: Aga. This fhall be told our lovers, lord Æneas. Aga. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand: Achilles fhall have word of this intent, So fhall each lord of Greece from tent to tent: And find the welcome of a noble foe. • mold + An armour for the arm, Avant-bras. [Exeunt. SCENE Ulys. Neftor. SCENE VII. Manent Ulyffes and Neftor. Neft. What fays Ulysses? Ulys. I have a young conception in my brain, Uly. This 'tis : Blunt wedges rive hard knots; the feeded pride In rank Achilles, muft or now be cropt, Or, fhedding, breed a nursery of like evil Neft. Well, and how now? Uly. This challenge that the valiant Hector fends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles. Neft. The purpose is perfpicuous even as substance, 'Tis dry enough,) will with great speed of judgement, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose Pointing on him. Ulys. And wake him to the answer, think you? Neft. Yes, 'tis most meet; whom may you elfe oppofe That can from Hector bring his honour off, If not Achilles? though a fportful combat, For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute With their fin'st palate; trust to me, Ulysses, Of things to come, at large. It is fuppos'd, What heart from hence receives the conqu'ring part! Ulys. Give pardon to my speech; Therefore 'tis fit Achilles meet not Hector. For both our honour and our fhame in this Are dogg'd with two strange followers. Neft. I fee them not with my old eyes: what are they? Were he not proud, we all should share with him: But he already is too infolent; And we were better parch in Africk Sun Than Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes, No, make a lott'ry, And by device let blockish Ajax draw The fort to fight with Hector: 'mong our selves, + Tarre, an old english word fignifying to provoke or urge on. 4. fc. 1.like a dog, fnatch at his mafter that doth tar him on. [Exeunt. See K. John, alt. 6 ACT Ajax. Dog. Ajax. Therfites. how if he had biles Ther. And those biles did run 16 fay fo--- did not the general run, were not that a botchy core? Ther. Then there would come fome matter from him: I fee none now. Ajax. Thou bitch-wolfs fon, canft thou not hear? feel then. [Strikes him. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beefwitted lord. Ajax. Speak then, you * unfalted leaven, speak, I will beat thee into handsomness. Ther. I fhall fooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but I think thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book: thou canst strike, canft thou? a red murrain o'thy jades tricks. Ajax. Toads-tool, learn me the proclamation. Ther. Doeft thou think I have no sense, thou ftrik'ft me thus? Ajax. The proclamation. Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a fool, I think. Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch. VOL. VI. f whinid' |