« AnteriorContinua »
After the General, I befeech you next
Achil. Í shall forestall thee, lord Ulysses ;-thou!
Hed. Is this Achilles ?
Achil. Thou art too brief. I will the second time, As I would buy thee, view thee, limb by limb.
He&t. O, like a book of sport thou'll read me o'er:
Hect. It would discredit the blest Gods, proud man,
Achil. I tell thee, yea.
He&t. 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 stmythied Mars his helm, I'll kill thee every where, yea, o'er and o'er.You wiseft Grecians, pardon me this brag, His insolence draws folly from my lips; But I'll endeavour deeds to match these words, Or I Ajax. Do not chafe thee, cousin; E 5
And you, Achilles, let these threats alone,
Hext. I pray you, let us see you in the field :
Achil. Doft thou intreat me, Hector ?
Heft. Thy hand upon that match.
Aga. Firit, all you Peers of Greece, go to my Tent,
(Exeunt. S CE N E X.
Manent Troilus and Ulysses. Tro.M'no what place of the field doth Calchas
Y lord Ulysses, tell me, I beseech you,
keep? Ulyf. 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 a m'rous view On the fair Cressid. Troi. Shall I, sweet lord, be bound to thee fo
much, After you part from Agamemnon's Tent, To bring me thither?
Ulys. You shall command me, Sir : As gently tell me, of what honour was
This Cressida in Troy ; had she no lover there,
Troi. O Sir, to such as boasting shew their scars,
A C T V.
SC EN E I.
Before Achilles's Tent, in the Grecian Camp.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus.
ACHILLE S. I'M “LI heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night,
Which with my scimitar l'll cool to-morrow.
Ther. Why, thou picture of what thou seem'st, and idol of ideot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee.
Achil. From whence, fragment ?
tricks? Ther. Pr’ythee, be filent, boy, I profit not by thy talk; thou art thought to be Achilles's male-varlet.
Pat. Male.varlet, you rogue? what's that?
Ther. Why, his masculine whore. Now the rotten diseases of the south, guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i'th' back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw E 6
eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciatica's, lime-kilns i'ch' palm, incurable bone-ach, and the rivell’d fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous difcoveries.
Pat. Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what meanest thou to curse thus?
Ther. Do I curse thec ?
Pat. Why, no, you ruinous butt, you whoreson indistinguishable cur.
Ther. No ? why art thou then exafperate, thou idle immaterialtkein of fley'd filk, thou green farcenet flap for a sore eye, thou tafel of a prodigal's purse, thou? Ah, how the poor world is pefter'd with such water-flies, diminutives of Nature.
Pat. Out, gall!
Achil. My sweet Patroclus, I am thwarted quite
[Exeunt. 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
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, * The primitive statue, and oblique menorial of cuckolds ;] He calls Menelaus the Transformation of Jupiter, that is, as himself explains it,
ftatue, and obelisque memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg; to what form, but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him ? 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, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without a roe, I would not care: but to be Menelaus, I would conspire against Distiny. Ask me not what I would be, if I were not Therfités; for I care not, 1o be the louse of a lazar, so I were not MenelausHey-day, spirits and fires !
S CE NE II.
Neftor, and Diomede, with lights.
E go wrong, we go wrong.
we see the light. Hed. I trouble you.
. Ajax. No, not a whit.
Enter Achilles. Ulyf. Here comes himself to guide you. Achil. Welcome, brave Hector; welcome, Princes all. Aga. So, now fair Prince of Troy, I bid good
night. Hed. Thanks, and good-night, to the Greeks' Ge
neral. the Bull, on account of his Horns, which he had as a Cuckold. This Cuckold he calls the primitive Statue of Cuckolds; Therefore we should read, -and obelisque Memorial of Cuckolds. sented as one who would remain an eternal Monument of his Wise's Infidelity. And how could this be better done than by calling him. an Obelisque Memorial ? of all human Edifices the most durable.
He is repre