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Enter Achilles with Myrmidons.
Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons.
Enter Therfites, Menelaus and Paris.
Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it : now bull, now dog; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; now, my doublehen'd fparrow; 'loo, Paris, 'loo; the bull has the game : 'ware horns, ho. [Exe. Paris and Menelaus.
Baft. Turn, flave, and fight.
Ther. What art thou?
Baf. A baftard fon of Priam's.
Ther. I am a baftard too, I love baftards. I am a baftard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, baftard in valour, in every thing illegitimate: one bearwill not bite another (51), and wherefore fhould one baftard? take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: If the fon of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judg ment: farewel, baftard.
Baft. The devil take thee, coward.
Het. Moft putrified core, so fair without!. Thy goodly armour thus hath coft thy life.
Now is my day's work done; I'll take my breath:
(51) One bear will not bite another.] So, Juvenal fays more seriously :
-fævis inter fe convenit urfis,
Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.
Achil. Look, Hector, how the Sun begins to fet3
[They fall upon Hector, and kill him.
Myr. The Trojan trumpets found the like, my Lord. Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth; And, tickler-like, the armies feparates. (52) My half-fupt fword, that frankly would have fed, Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. Come, tie his body to my horfe's tail: Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
[Sound retreat. Shout.
(52) And, tickler-like, the armies feparate ;] So Mr. Pope in both his editions; by which means, the comparison ftands thus ;"The armies feparate of themselves, as fticklers feparate others." But with that editor's permiffion, we must call back the reading of the better copies; and then the fenfe will be this: "Night, ftickler-> "like, puts an end to the engagement, and feparates the armies.” I am apt to think, Mr. Pope did not know the word, or the office of the perfon intended by it. The French call these gentry, moyenneurs, arbitres, perfonnes interpofées. In this very play, Diomede and Æneas are fticklers to Ajax and Hector in their combat: feconds, to fee fair play, and arbitrate the duel. The word was familiar both to Ben. Johnfon and Beaumont and Fletcher.
Who is drawn hither by report of your cartels, advanced in court, to prove his fortune with your prizer, fo he may have fair play fhewn him, and the liberty to chufe his ftickler.
Cynthia's Revels Lop. He keeps his fury ftill, and may do mischief. Mil. He shall be hang'd first; we'll be ficklers there, boys.
Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Menelaus, Neftor, Diomede, and the reft, marching.
Aga. Hark, hark, what fhout is that?
Sol. Achilles! Achiles! Hector's flain!Achilles !
Age. March patiently along: let one be fent
If in his death the Gods have us befriended,
Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we mafters of the field
Troi. Hector is flain.
All. Hector!the Gods forbid!
Troi. He's dead, and at the murderer's horfe's tail
Ene. My Lord, you do difcomfort all the hoft.
Who fhall tell Priam' fo? or Hecuba?
Let him, that will a fcrietch owl ay be call'd,
and, in a word, But march away,
more to say.
Stay yet, you vile abominable tents,
Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains:
you, hear you ?
Pan. But hear
Strikes him. Purfue thy life, and live ay with thy name! [Exeunt.
Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aking bones! Oh world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despis'd: Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you let at work, and how ill requited? why should our endeavour be fo lov'd, and the performance fo loath'd? what verfe for it? what inftance for it-let me fee Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till be hath loft his honey and his fting; But being once fubdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail.
Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted cloths→→
Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;
END of the SEVENTH VOLUME.