Imatges de pàgina

To rowze a Grecian that is true in love.
If any come, Heftor shall honour him :
If none, he'll say in Troy when he retires,
The Grecian dames are sun-burnt, and not worth
The splinter of a lance ;-even so much.

Agå. This shall be told our lovers, Lord Æneas.
If none of them have soul in such a kind,
We've left them all at home: but we are soldiers;
And may that soldier a meer recreant prove,
That means not, hath not, or is not in love!
If then one is, or hath, or means to be,
That one meets Heftor ; if none else, I'm he.

Neft. Tell him of Nestor ; one that was a man
When Hector's grandfire fuckt; he is old now,
But if there be not in our Grecian hoft
One nobleman that hath one spark of fire,
To answer for his love: tell him from me,
I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver,
And in my vantbrace put this wither'd brawn,
And meeting him, will tell him, that my Lady
Was fairer than his grandam, and as chafte
As may be in the world: his youth in food,

pawn this truth with my three drops of blood.
Àne. Now heav'ns forbid such scarcity of youth!
Ulys. Amen.
Aga. Fair Lord Æneas, let me touch your

To our pavilion shall I lead you first :
Achilles Ihall have word of this intent,
So shall each Lord of Greece from tent to tent:
Your self shall feast with us before you go,
And find the welcome of a noble foe.


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Manent Ulysses and Nestor.
Ulyf. Neftor!
Neft. What says Ulysses?


Ulys. I have a young conception in my brain,
Be you my time to bring it to some shape.

Net. What is't?
Ulyf. This 'tis :
Blunt wedges rive hard knots; the feeded pride
That hath to this maturity blown up
In rank Achilles, muft or now be cropt,
Ot, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil
To over-bulk us all.

Net. Well, and how now?

Ulys. This challenge that the valiant Hektor sends, However it is spread in general name, Relates in purpose only to Achilles.

Neft. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance, Whose grossness little characters sum up : And in the publication, make no ftrain, But that Achilles, were his brain as barren As banks of Lybia, (tho', Apollo knows, 'Tis dry enough,) will with great speed of judgment, Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose Pointing on him.

Uly. And wake him to the answer, think you?

Neft. Yes,
It is most meet ; whom may you else oppose
That can from Hestor bring his honour off,
If not Acbilles? though a sportful combat,
Yet in this trial much opinion dwells.
For here the Trojans tafte our dear'st repute
With their fin't palate : trust to me, Ulysses,
Our imputation shall be odly poisid
In this wild action. For the success,
Although particular, shall give a scantling
Of good or bad unto the general:
And in such indexes, although small pricks
To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
The baby figure of the giant-mass
Of things to come, at large. It is supposid,
He that meets Heator issues from our choice ;


And choice being mutual act of all our fouls,
Makes merit her election ; and doth boil
As 'cwere from forth us all, a man distillid
Out of our virtues ; who miscarrying,
What heart from hence receives the conqu’ring part
To steel a strong opinion to themselves !
Which entertain'd, limbs are his inftruments,
In no less working, than are swords and bows
Directive by the limbs.

Ulys. Give pardon to my speech ;
Therefore 'tis fit Achilles meet not Hector.
Let us, like merchants, shew our fouleft wares,
And think perchance they'll fell; if not, 3 'why still
The lustre of the better, yet to shew,
Shall shew the better. Do not then consent
That ever HeEtor and Achilles meet :
For both our honour and our shame in this
Are dogg'd with two strange followers.

Neft. I see them not with my old eyes: what are they?
Ulys. What glory our Achilles shares from Heator,
Were he not proud, we all should share with him :
But he already is too insolent ;
And we were better parch in Africk Sun
Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Should he 'scape Hestor fair. If he were foil'd,
Why then we did our main opinion crush
In taint of our best man. No, make a lott'ry,
And by device let brockish Ajax draw
The fort to fight with Hector : 'mong our selves,
Give him allowance as the worthier man,
For that will phyfick the great Myrmidon
Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall
His creft, chat prouder than blue Iris bends.
If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
We'll dress him up in voices : if he fail,
Yet go we under our opinion still,
That we have better men. But hit or miss,

Our 3 The luftre

Our projects life this shape of sense assumes,
Ajax imploy'd plucks down Achilles plumes.

Neft. Ulyses, now I relish thy advice,
And I will give a taste of it forthwith
To Agamemnon ; go we to him straight ;
Two curs Ihall tame each other ; pride alone
Must car the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone. [Exeunt,

A CT II. S CE:N E. 1.

The Grecian Camp.

Enter Ajax and Therfites.

Ther. Agamemnon-

how if he had biles, full, all over generally.

[Talking to himself Ajax. Therfites !

Ther. And chose biles did run say for did not the General run ? were not that à botchy core ?

Ajax. Dog!

Iber. Then there would come some matter from him; I see none now.

Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? feel then.

[Strikes him. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beef-witted Lord!

Ajax. Speak then, you 4 ' whinnid'st baven,' speak, s'or I will beat thee into handsomness.

Ther, I shall sooner 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 Atrike, canít thou? a red murrain o' thy jades tricks!


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Ajax. Toads-stool! learn me the proclamation.

Ther. Doft thou think I have no sense, thou strik'st me thus ?

Ajax. The proclamation
Tber. Thou art proclaim'd a fool, I think.
Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not ; my fingers itch.

Ther. I would thou didst itch from head to foot, and I had the scratching of thee; I would make thee the loathsom'ft scab in Greece.

Ajax. I say, the proclamation

Ther. Thou grumbleft and railest every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatness, as Cerberus is at Proferpina's beauty : 1, that thou bark’lt at him.

Ajax. Mistress Therfites !
Ther. Thou shouldīt strike bim.
Ajax. Cobloaf!

Ther. He would pound thee into shivers with his fift, as a failor breaks a bisket. Ajax. You whoreson cur!

[Beating him. Ther. Do, do. Ajax. Thou stool for a witch!

Tber. Ay, do, thou fodden-witted Lord; thou hast no more brain than I have in my elbows : an Afinego may tutor thee. Thou scurvy valiant ass, thou art here but to thrash Trojans, and thou art bought and fold among those of any wit, like a Barbarian Nave. If thou use to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of no bowels, thou !

Ajax. You dog!
Ther. You scurvy Lord !
Ajax. You cur !

{Beating him. Ther. Mars his ideot! do, rudeness, do, camel, do, do.


Enter Achilles and Patroclus. Achil. Why, how now, Ajax ? wherefore do you this? How now, Therfites? what's the matter, man?


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