And drave great Mars to faction. Ulyff. 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". Achil. Ha! known? Uly. Is that a wonder? The providence that's in a watchful ftate, Than breath, or pen, can give expreffure to: tranflation of Homer. In the fifth book Diomed wounds Mars, who on his return to heaven is rated by Jupiter for having interfered in the battle. This difobedience is the faction which I fuppofe Ulyffes would defcribe. STEEVENS. 9-one of Priam's daughters.] Polyxena, in the act of marrying whom, he was afterwards killed by Paris. STEEVENS. 1. Knows almost, &c.] For this elegant line the quarto has only, Knows almost every thing. JOHNSON. I think we should read, of Plutus' gold. So, Beaumont and Fletcher's Philafter, A& IV: 'Tis not the wealth of Plutus, nor the gold "Lock'd in the heart of earth" It should be remember'd however, that mines of gold were anciently fuppofed to be guarded by demons. STEEVENS. 2 Keeps place with thought;] i. e. there is in the providence of a state, as in the providence of the universe, a kind of ubiquity. The expreffion is exquifitely fine: yet the Oxford editor alters it to keeps pace, and so destroys all its beauty. 3 -(with whom relation WARBURTON. Durft never meddle)] There is a fecret administration of affairs, which no hiftory was ever able to discover. JOHNSON. As As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord; But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home, But our brave Ajax bravely beat down him. [Exit. Pat. To this effect, Achilles, have I mov'd you: A woman impudent and mannish grown Is not more loath'd, than an effeminate man And your great love to me, reftrains you thus: 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 fhrewdly gor'd. Patr. O, then beware; Thofe wounds heal ill, that men do give themselves: 'Omiffion to do what is neceffary Seals a commiffion to a blank of danger; And danger, like an ague, fubtly taints. -to air.] So the quarto. The folia: to airy air. JOHNSON, s Omiffion to do &c.] By neglecting our duty we commiffion or enable that danger of dishonour, which could not reach us be. fore, to lay hold upon us. JOHNSON. Achil. Go call Therfites hither, fweet Patroclus: I'll fend the fool to Ajax, and defire him To invite the Trojan lords after the combat, To fee great Hector in his weeds of peace; Enter Therfites. Ther. A wonder! Achil. What? Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself. Achil. How fo? Ther. He must 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 stalks up and down like a peacock, a ftride, and a ftand: ruminates, like an hoftefs, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to fet down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic regard, as who fhould fay-there were wit in this head, an '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'the combat, he'll break it himself in vain-glory. 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-fish, languagelefs, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both fides, like a leather jerkin. •with a politic regard,-] With a fly lock. JOHNSON, Achil. Thou must be my embassador to him, Therfites. Ther. Who, I? why, he'll anfwer no body; he profeffes not answering; fpeaking is for beggars; he wears his tongue in his arms. I will put on his prefence; let Patroclus make demands to me, you fhall fee the pageant of Ajax. Achil. To him, Patroclus: Tell him,-I humbly defire the valiant Ajax, to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent; and to procure fafe conduct for his perfon, of the magnanimous, and moft illuftrious, fix-or-feven-times-honour'd captain-general of the Grecian army, Agamemnon, &c. Do this. Patr. Jove blefs great Ajax! Ther. Hum! Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles. Patr. Who moft humbly defires you, to invite Hector to his tent. Ther. Hum! Patr. And to procure fafe conduct from Aga memnon. Ther. Agamemnon ? Patr. Ay, my lord. Ther. Ha! Patr. What fay you to't? Ther. God be wi'you, with all my heart. Ther. If to-morrow be a fair day, by eleven o'clock it will go one way or other; howfoever, he fhall for me ere he has me. Patr. Your answer, fir. Ther. Fare you well, with all my heart. pay Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? Ther. No, but he's out o'tune thus. What mufick will be in him when Hector has knock'd out his brains, brains, I know not: But, I am fure, none; unless the fidler Apollo get his finews to make catlings on". Achil. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him ftraight. Ther. Let me bear another to his horfe; for that's the more capable creature. Achil. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirr'd; And I myself fee not the bottom of it. [Exeunt Achilles, and Patroclus. Ther. 'Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an afs at it! I had rather be a tick in a fheep, than fuch a valiant ignorance. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Aftreet in Troy. Enter at one door Eneas, 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. Ene. Is the prince there in perfon?Had I fo good occafion to lie long,, As you, prince Paris, nought but heavenly bufinefs Should rob my bed mate of my company. Dio. That's my mind too.-Good-morrow, lord Eneas. 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, 7 -to make catlings on.] It has been already observed that a catling fignifies a fmall lute-ftring made of catgut. One of the musicians in Romeo and Juliet is called Simon Carling. STEEVENS, |