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There they stand yet; and modestly I think,
The fall of every Phygian stone will cost
A drop of Grecian blood; the end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, time,
Will one day end it.

Ulys. So to him we leave it.
Most gentle, and most valiant Heator, welcome;
After the general, I beseech you next
To feast with me, and see me at my tent.

Achil. I shall forestal thee, lord Ulysses, thou:
Now Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee,
I have with exact view perus’d thee, Hector,
And quoted joint by joint.

Heft. Is this Achilles ?
Achil. I am Achilles.
Heft. Stand fair, I proythee, let me look on thee.
Achil. Behold thy fill.
Het. Nay, I have done already.

Achil. Thou art too brief. I will the second time,
As I would buy thee, view thee, limb by limb.

Heet. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o’er:
But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
Why dost thou so opprefs me with thine eye ?

Achil. Tell me, you heav'ns, in which part of his body
Shall I destroy him? whether there, or there,
That I may give the local wound a name,
And make distinct the

very

breach, where-out Hector's great spirit flew. Answer me, heav'ns.

Hect. It would discredit the blest gods, proud man,
To answer such a question: stand again.
Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly,
As to prenominate in nice conjecture,
Where thou wilt hit me dead ?

Achil. I tell thee, yea.

Hext. Wert thou the oracle to tell me so,
I'd not believe thee; henceforth guard thee well,
For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there ;
But by the forge that stychied Mars his helm,
I'll kill thee every where, yea o’er and o’er.,
You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag,
His insolence draws folly from my lips,
But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words,
Or may I never

Ajax. Do not chafe thee, cousin;
And you, Achilles, let these threats alone
'Till accident or purpose bring you co’t.
You may have ev'ry day enough of Hector,
If you have stomach. The general state, I fear,
Can scarce intreat you to be odd with him.
i Heft. I pray you, let us see you in the field:
We have had pelting wars since you refus’d
The Grecian's cause.

Achil. Dost thou intreat me, Hektor?
To-morrow do I meet thee, fell as death ;
To-night, all friends.

Heft. Thy hand upon that match.

Aga. First, all you peers of Greece go to my tent,
There in the full convive you; afterwards,
As Hector's leisure and your bounties fhall
Concur together, severally iatrear him
To tast your bounties: let the trumpets blow;
That this great soldier may his welcome know.

(Exeunt.

SCENE

S CE NE X.

Manent Troilus and Ulysses.
Troi. My lord Ulyses, tell me, I beseech you,
In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?

Ulys. At Menelauso tent, most princely Troilus ;
There Diomede doth feast with him to-night;
Who neither looks on heav'n, nor on the earth,
But gives all gaze and bent of am'rous view
On the fair Cresid.

Troi. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to thee so much,
After you part from Agamemnon's tent,
To bring me thither ?

Ulys. You shall.command me, Sir:
As gently tell me, of what honour was
This Cressida in Troy; had she no lover there,
That wails her absence?

Troi. O Sir, to such as boasting Thew their scars,
A mock is due. Will you walk on, my lord ?
She was belov’d, she lov’d; she is, and doth.
But still, sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.

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SCENE before Achilles's tent in the Grecian Camp.

Enter Achilles and Patroclus.

ACHILLE S.
'LL heat his blood with Greekish wine te-night,

Which with my scimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.
Patr. Here comes Thersites.

Enter Thersites.

Achil. How now, thou core of envy? Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news ?

Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seem'st, and idol of idiot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.

Achil. From whence, fragment?
Ther. Why, thou full dish of fool, from Troy.
Patr. Who keeps the tent now?
Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound.
Patr. Well said, adversity; and what need these tricks ?

Ther. Pr’ythee be silent, boy, I profit not by thy talk ; thou art thought to be Achilles's male-varlet.

Patr. Male-varlet, you rogue? what's that ?

Ther. Why, bis masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i'ch? back, lethargies, cold pallies, traw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impostume, sciatica’s, lime-kilns i'ch' palme, incurable bone-ake, and the rivelld fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries. VOL VI. N

Patr.

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Patr. Why, thou damnable box of envy thou, what mean'st thou to curse thus ?

Thér. Do I curse thee?)
Patr. Why no, you ruinous butt, you whoreson indistinguish-

able cur.

Ther. No? why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of Ney'd filk: thou green sarcenet Alap for a sore eye; thou tassel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pester'd with such water-flies, diminutives of nature.

Patr. Out gall!
Ther. Finch egg!
Achil

. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpose in to-morrow's battel:
Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba,
A token from her daughter, my fair love,
Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep
An oath that I have sworo. I will not break it,
Fall Greek, fail fame; honour, or go, or stay,
My major vow lyes here; this I'll obey.
Come, come, Therfites, help to trim my tent,

, This night in banqueting must all be spent. Away, Patroclus.

[Exit. Ther. With too much blood, and too little brain, these two may run mad: but if with too much brain, and too little blood, they do, I'll be a curer of mad-men. Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enougb, and one that loves quails, but he hath not so much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there his brother, the bull, the primitive statue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shooing-born in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg; to what form, but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice * farced with wit turn him to? to an als were nothing, he is both ass and ox; to an ox were nothing, he is both ox and ass; to be a dog, a mule, a car, a fitchew, a

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