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Enter Caflandra will ber hair about ber cars. Caf. Cry, Trojans, cry ; lend me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with propherick tears.
Hest. Peace, fifter, peace.
Caf. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrinkled old, Soft infancy, that nothing can but cry, Add to my clamour! let us pay betimes A moiety of that mass of moan to come: Cry, Trojans, cry, practise your eyes with tears. Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion ftand: Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all. Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen and a wo; Cry, cry, Troy burns, or else let Helen go. [Exit.
Helt. Now, youthful Troilus, do not the high strains
Troi. Why, brother Hetor,
Par. Else might the world convince of levity
Gave 3 As well my undertakings, as your counsels :
Gave wings to my propenfion, and cut off
Pri. Paris, you speak
Par. Sir, I propose not meerly to my self
Heft. Paris and Troilus, you have both said well: s'But on the cause and question now in hand Have glofs'd but superficially; not much Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Unfit to hear moral philosophy. The reasons you alledge, do more conduce
5 And.., old edit. Theob. emend,
To the hot passion of distemper'd blood,
Troi. Why, there you touch'd the life of our design :
Heet. I am yours,
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The Grecian Camp.
Enter Thersites folus. Ther. ? loft.
rinth of thy fury? fhall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? he beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction! would it were otherwise ; that I could beat him, whilft he rail'd at me: 'sfoot, I'll learn to conjure and raise devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken 'till these two undermine it, the walls will stand 'till they fall of themselves. Othou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Jove the King of Gods; and, Mercury, lose all the ferpentine crafe of thy Caduceus, if thou take not that little, little, less than little wit from them that they have; which short-arm'd ignorance it self knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing the massy irons and cutting the web. After this, the vengeance on the whole camp! or rather the bone-ach, for that methinks is the curse dependant on those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers, and devil Envy say Amen! What ho! my Lord Achilles.
Enter Patroclus. Pat: Who's there? Therfites ? Good Therfites, come in and rail.
Ther. If I could have remember'd a gilt counter, thou could'st not haye Nip'd out of my contemplation; but it is no matter, thy self upon thy self! The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be chine in great revenue ! heaven bless thee from a tutor, and discipline come not near thee! Let thy blood be thy direction 'till thy death! then if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair coarse, I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrowded any but Lazars; Amen! Where's Achilles ?
Pat. What, art thou devout ? wast thou in a prayer ?
Achil. Where, where ? art thou come? why, my cheese, my digestion—why haft thou not ferved thy felf up to my table, so many meals? come, what's Agamemnon?
Ther. Thy commander, Achilles ; then tell me, Patroclus, what's Achilles ?
Pat. Thy lord, Ther sites : then tell me, I pray thee, what's thy self?
Ther. Thy knower, Patroclus : then tell me, Patroclus, what art thou?
Pat. Thou may'st tell, that know'st.
Ther. I'll o 'derive the whole question. Agamemnon commands Achilles, Achilles is my lord, I am Patroclus's knower, and Patroclus is a fool.
Pat, You rascal
Tber. Agamemnon is a fool, Acbilles is a fool, Therfites is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
Achil. Derive this ; come.
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