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And drave great Mars to faction.

Acbil. Of this my privacy
I have strong reasons.

Ulyjs. But 'gainst your privacy
The reasons are more potent and heroical:
'Tis known, Achilles, that you are in love
With one of Priam's daughters'.

rfchil. Ha! known?

Ulyjs. Is that a wonder? .'

'The providence that's in a watchful state,, 1 Knows almost every grain of Pluto's gold { Finds bottom in the uncomprehenfive deeps; 1 Keeps place with thought; and almost, like the gods, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (' with whom relation Durst never meddle) in the foul of state j Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to: All the commerce that you have had with Troy,

translation of Homer. In the fifth book Diomed wounds Mar*, who on his return to heaven is rated by Jupiter for having interfered in the battle. This disobedience is the faction which I suppose Ulysses would describe. Steevens.

» —one of Priam's daughters.) Polyxena, in the act of marrying whom, he was afterwards killed by Paris. Steevens. * Knftus almost, &c. J For this elegant line the quarto has only,

Knows almost every thing. Johnson, I think we would read, of PI ut us' gold. So, Beaumont and Fletcher's Ph,lasttr, Act IV:

'■ 'Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold

"Lock'd in the heart of earth"

It would be remember'd however, that mines of gold were anciently supposed to be guarded by dæmons. Steevens.

1 Keeps place'with thoughts ] i. e. there is in the providence of a state, as in the providence of the universe, a kind of ubiquity. The expression is exquisitely fine: yet the Oxford editor alters it to keeps pace, and so destroys all its beauty.


* [ivitb mbom relation

Durst never meddle) ] There is a secret administration

os affairs, which no history was ever able to discover. Johnson.

As As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord;

And better would it fit Achilles much,

To throw down Hector, than Polyxena:

But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, .

When fame shall in our islands found her trumps

And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing,—

Great Hector's sifter did Achilles win;

But our brave Ajax bravely beat down him.

Farewel, my lord: I as your lover speak;

The fool slides o'er the ice that you should break.


Pat. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd yous A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loathed, than an effeminate man In time of action. I stand condemn'd for this j They think, my little stomach to the war, And your great love to me, restrains you thus: Sweet, rouse yourself j and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook * to air.

Achil. Shall Ajax fight with Hector?

Patr. Ay; and, perhaps, receive much honour by him.

Achil. I fee, my reputation is at stake; My fame is shrewdly gor'd.

Patr. O, then beware; Those wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves; 5 Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, subtly taints Even then when we sit idly in the fun.

• ■ air.) So the quarto. The folio:

m to airy air. Johnson,

* Omission to Jo &c] By ncglcflwg our duty we commijjitn op enable that danger of dishonour, which could not reach us be. fore, to lay hold upon us. Johnson.


Achil. Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patroclus: I'll fend the fool to Ajax, and desire him To invite the Trojan lords after the combat, To fee us here unarm'd: I have a woman's longing, An appetite that I am sick withal, To fee great Hector in his weeds of peace; To talk with him, and to behold his visage, Even to my full of view. A labour saved !

Enter Therfites.

Ther. A wonder!

Achil. What?

Cher. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.

Achil. How so?

Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.

Achil. How can that be?

Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, a stride, and a stand : ruminates, like an hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip 6 with a politic regard, as who should say—there were wit in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i'the combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. He knows not me: I said, 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-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.

• _'with a politic regard,—] With a Jlj loci. Johnson.

Achil. Thou must be my ambassador to h jm, Thersites.

Ther. Who, I? why, he'll answer no bodyj he professes not answering; speaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his presence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you shall see the pageant of Ajax.

Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,—I humbly desire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent; and to procure safe- conduct for his person, of the magnanimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times-honour'd captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, &c. Do this.

Patr. Jove bless great Ajax!

Ther. Hum!

Pair. I come from the worthy Achilles.
Tber. Ha!

Patr. Who most humbly desires you, to invite
Hector to his tent.
Tber. Hum!

Patr. And to procure safe- conduct from Agamemnon.

Tber. Agamemnon?
Patr. Ay, my lord.
Tber. Ha!

Patr. What say you to't?

Tber. God be wi'you, with all my heart.

Patr. Your answer, sir.

Tber. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other; howsoever, he shall pay for me ere he has me.

Patr. Your answer, sir.

Tber. Fare you well, with all my heart.

Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?

Tber. No, but he's out o'tune thus. Whatmusick will be in him when Hector has knock'd out his


brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none; unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on7.

Acbil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him straight.

Ther. Let me bear another to his horse j for that's the more capable creature.

Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'dj And I myself see not the bottom of it.

[Exeunt Achilles, and Patroclus.

Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it! I had rather be a tick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance.


A C T IV. S C E N E I.

A street in 'Troy.

Enter at one door Æneas, and Servant, with a torch; at another, Paris, Deiphobus, Antenor, and Diomed, &c. with torches.

Par. See, ho! who is that there?

Dei. It is the lord Æneas.

Æne. Is the prince there in person ?— Had I so good occasion to lie long, t As you, prince Paris, nought but heavenly business Should rob my bed mate of my company.

Die. That's my mind too.—Good-morrow, lord Æneas.

Par. A valiant Greek, Æneas; take his hand: Witness the process of your speech, wherein You told—how Diomed, a whole week by days, Did haunt you in the field.

1 to male catling* an.'] It has been already observed that

a tailing signifies a small lute-string made of catgut. One of the jttusicians in Romeo and Juliet is called Simon Catling. Ste Evens,

I Æne..

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