To others' eyes nor doth the eye itself Salute each other with each others' form. 'Till it hath travell'd, and is marry'd there. The voice again; or, like a gate of fteel The unknown Ajax. Heav'ns! what a man is there? a very horse, That has he knows not what. Nature! what things there are, Moft abject in regard, and dear in use? What things again most dear in the esteem, * How fome men fleep in skittish Fortune's hall, How fome men creep in fkittish Fortune's hall,] This is faid with Defign that Achilles fhould apply it to himself and Ajax. But as creep is to be applied to Achilles, it conveys a wrong Idea, as reprefenting one who is timorous and afraid to atchieve great A&s: So that we fhould read, How fome men leep in fkittish Fortune's, hall. Warb. How How one man eats into another's pride, Achil. This I do believe; For they paffed by me, as misers do by beggars. Uly. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion : (A great-fiz'd monfter of ingratitudes) Those scraps are good deeds paft, which are devour'd As done Perfeverance keeps Honour bright: That one by one purfue; if you give way, That flightly shakes his parting gueft by th' hand; And Farewel goes out fighing. O, let not virtue. feek Remuneration for the thing it was; *For pavement to the abjeƐ near, Rear. -] We should read, abje& Warb. For beauty, wit, high birth, defert in fervice, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin; More laud than they will give to gold o'er-dufted: If thou would't not entomb thyfelf alive, Whofe glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, Achil. Of my privacy I have ftrong reasons. Ulyff. 'Gainft your privacy The reasons are more potent and heroical. 'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love With one of Priam's daughters. Achil. Ha! known! Uly. Is that a wonder? The providence, that's in a watchful State, Finds bottom in th' uncomprehenfive Deep; Keeps place with thought; and almoft, like the Does ev'n our thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. As As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord. But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, But our great Ajax bravely beat down him. Pat. T O this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you; A woman, impudent and mannish grown, Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man In time of act.I ftand condemn'd for this; They think, my little ftomach to the war, And your great love to me, reftrains you thus: Sweet, roufe yourfelf; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloofe his am'rous fold; And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be fhook to air. Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector !--- Pat. Ay, and, perhaps, receive much honour by him. Achil. I fee, my reputation is at stake; My fame is fhrewdly gor'd. Pat. O then beware: Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves: Omiffion to do what is necessary Seals a Commiffion to a Blank of Danger; And Danger, like an ague, fubtly taints D 6 Το To fee us here unarm'd: I have a woman's Longing To fee great Hector in the Weeds of Ther. Achil. What? IX. Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himfelf. Achil. How fo? Ther. He muft fight fingly to-morrow with Hector, and is fo prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in faying nothing. Achil. How can that be? Ther. Why, he ftalks up and down like a peacock, a ftride and a stand; ruminates like an hoftess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain, to fet down her reckoning; bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say, there were wit in his head, if 'twould out; and fo there is, but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not fhew without knocking. The man's undone for ever: for if Hector break not his neck i'th' combat, he'll break't himfelf in vainglory. He knows not me: I faid, good-morrow, Ajax And he replies, thanks, Agamemnon. What think you of this man, that takes me for the General? he's grown a very land-fifh, language-lefs, a monfter. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both fides, like a leather Jerkin. Achil. Thou must be my ambaffador to him, Therfites. Ther. Who, I?-why, he'll anfwer no body; he profeffes not answering; fpeaking is for beggars; he |