There they stand yet; and modeftly I think,
The fall of every Phygian ftone 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 Hector, welcome;
After the general, I beseech you next

To feast with me, and fee me at my tent.
Achil. I fhall foreftal thee, lord Ulyffes, thou:
Now Hector, I have fed mine eyes on thee,
I have with exact view perus'd thee, Hector,
And quoted joint by joint.

Hect. Is this Achilles?

Achil. I am Achilles.

Hect. Stand fair, I pr'ythee, let me look on thee.
Achil. Behold thy fill.

Hect. Nay, I have done already.

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

Hect. O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er:
But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
Why doft thou so oppress 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 fpirit flew. Answer me, heav'ns.

Hect. It would difcredit the bleft gods, proud man,
To answer fuch a question: ftand again.
Think'st thou to catch my life fo pleasantly,

As to prenominate in nice conjecture,
Where thou wilt hit me dead?

Achil. I tell thee, yea.

Hect. 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 ftythied Mars his helm,
I'll kill thee every where, yea o'er and o'er.,
You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag,
His infolence 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 thefe threats alone
'Till accident or purpose bring you to'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.

Hect. I pray you, let us fee you in the field:
We have had pelting wars fince you refus'd
The Grecian's cause.

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

Hect. 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 leifure and your bounties fhall
Concur together, severally intreat him
To taft your bounties: let the trumpets blow;
That this great foldier may his welcome know.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE X.

Manent Troilus and Ulyffes.

Troi. My lord Ulyffes, tell me, I beseech you,
In what place of the field doth Calchas keep?

Ulys. At Menelaus' tent, moft 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 Creffid.

Troi. Shall I, fweet lord, be bound to thee so much,
After you part from Agamemnon's tent,

To bring me thither?

Ulys. You fhall command me, Sir:

As gently tell me, of what honour was

This Creffida in Troy; had the no lover there,

That wails her abfence?

Troi. O Sir,

A mock is due.

She was belov'd,

to fuch as boasting fhew their scars,
Will you walk on, my lord?
fhe lov'd; fhe is, and doth.

But still, sweet love is food for fortune's tooth.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

SCENE before Achilles's tent in the Grecian Camp.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.

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ACHILLE S.

'LL heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
Which with my fcimitar I'll cool to-morrow.
Patroclus, let us feast him to the height.
Patr. Here comes Therfites.

Enter Therfites.

Achil. How now, thou core of envy?

Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?

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

Achil. From whence, fragment?

Ther. Why, thou full difh of fool, from Troy.

Patr. Who keeps the tent now?

Ther. The furgeon's box, or the patient's wound.

Patr. Well faid, adversity; and what need these tricks? Ther. Pr'ythee be filent, 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, his mafculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the fouth, guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i'th' back, lethargies, cold palfies, † raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of impoftume, fciatica's, lime-kilns i'th' palme, incurable bone-ake, and the rivell'd fee-fimple of the tetter, take and take again fuch prepofterous difcoveries.

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Patr.

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

Thér. Do I curfe thee?

Patr. Why no, you ruinous butt, you whoreson indistinguishable cur.

Ther. No? why art thou then exafperate, thou idle immaterial skein of fley'd filk: thou green farcenet flap for a fore eye; thou taffel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pefter'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 fworn. 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 enough, 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 ftatue, and oblique memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty fhooing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg; to what form, but that he is, fhould wit larded with malice, and malice farced with wit turn him to? to an ass were nothing, he is both ass and ox; to an ox were nothing, he is both ox and afs; to be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad,

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