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Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye | And, like a strutting player,-whose conceit Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil,
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich And posts, like the commandment of a king, To hear the wooden dialogue and sound Sans* check, to good and bad : But when the 'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldplanets,
age,*In evil mixture, to disorder wander, (tiny ? Such to-be-pitied and o'er-wrestedt seeming What plagues, and what portents? what mu- He acts thy greatness in: and when he speaks, What raging of the sea? shaking of earth? 'Tis like a chime a mending; with terms unCommotion in the winds ? frights, changes,
Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon Divert and crack, rend and deracinatet Would seem hyperboles. At this fusty stuff, The unity and married calm. of states
The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, Quite from their fixture? 0, when degree is From his deep chest laughs out a loud apshak'd,...
plause; Which is the ladder of all high designs, Cries-Ercellent !_'tis Agamemnon just.-. The enterprize is sick! How could commun- | Now play me Nestor ;-hem, and stroke thy
As he, being dress'd to some oration. [beard, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoodst in cities, | That's done ;-as near as the extremest ends Peaceful commerce from dividables shores, Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife. The primogenitive and due of birth,
Yet good Achilles still cries, Excellent! Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Arming to answer in a nighi alarm. Take but degree away, untune that string, And then, forsooth, the faint defects of age And, bark, what discord follows! each thing Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit,
And with a palsy-fumbling on his gorget, In mere|| oppugnancy: The bounded waters Shake in and out the rivet:--and at this sport, Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, Sir Valour dies ; cries, 0!-enough, PatroAnd make a sop of all this solid globe:
clus; Strength should be lord of imbecility,
Or give me ribs of steel! I shall split all And the rude son should strike his father dead: In pleasure of my spleen. And in this fashion, Force should be right; or, rather, right and All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes, wrong,
Severals and generals of grace exact, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, Should lose their names, and so should justice Excitements to the field, or speech for truce, too.
Success, or loss, what is, or is not, serves Then every thing includes itself in power, As stuff for these two to make paradoxes. Power into will, will into appetite;
Nest. And in the imitation of these twain And appetite, a universal wolf,
(Whom, as Ulysses says, opinion crowns So doubly seconded with will and power, With an imperial voice,) many are infect. Must make perforce a universal prey,
Ajax is grown self-will'd; and bears his head And, last, eat up himself. Great Agamem- In such a reign, in full as proud a place This chaos, when degree is suffocate, [non, As broad Achilles : keeps his tent like him ; Follows the choking.
Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of And this neglection of degree it is,
Bold as an oracle: and sets 'I hersites [war, That by a pace goes backward, with a purpose (A slave, whose gall coins slanders like a mint,) It hath to climb. The general's disdain'd To match us in comparisons with dirt; By him one step below; he, by the next; To weaken and discredit our exposure, That next, by him beneath: so every step, How rank soever rounded in with danger. Exampled by the first pace that is sick
Ulyss. They tax our policy, and call it cow. Of his superior, grows to an envious fever
ardice; Of pale and bloodless emulation:
Count wisdom as no member of the war; And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Forestall prescience, and esteem no act Not her own sinews. To end a tale of length, But that of hand: the still and mental parts, Troy in our weakness stands, not in her That do contrive how many bands shall strike, strength.
When fitness calls them on; and know, by Nest. Most wisely hath Ulysses here dis
of their observant toil, the enemies' weight,The fever whereof all our powerf is sick. Why, this hath not a finger's dignity: swar:
Agam. The nature of the sickness found, They call this-bed-work, mappery, closetWhat is the remedy?
(Ulysses, so that the ram, that batters down the wall, Ulyss. The great Achilles, whom opinion For the great swing and rudeness of his poise, crowns
They place before his hand that made the enThe sinew and the forehand of our host,
gine; Having his ear full of his airy fame,
! Or those, that with the fineness of their souls Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent | By reason guide his execution. Lies mocking our designs: With him, Patro Nest. Let this be granted, and Achilles Upon a lazy bed the livelong day [clus,
horse Breaks scurril jests;
Makes many Thetis' sons. ¡ürampet sounds. And with ridiculous and awkward action
Agam. What trumpet? look, Menelaus. (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls,) [pon, He pageants** us. Sometime, great Agamem
Enter ÆNEAS. Thy toplesstt deputation he puts on;
Men. From Troy. * Without.
Agum. What would you 'fore our tent + Force up by the roots. 1 Corporations, companies. Divided. Absolute.
Army, force. * In modern language, takes us oft. | The galleries of the theatre + Beyond the truth, tt Supreme
Æne. Is this
He hath a lady, wiser, fairer, truer, Great Agamemnon's tent, I pray?
Than ever Greek did compass in his arms; Agam. Even this.
And will to-morrow with his trumpet call, Æne. May one, that is a herald, and a Mid-way between your tents and walls of Troy. Do a fair message to his kingly ears? (prince, To rouse a Grecian that is true in love: Agam. With surety stronger than Achilles' | If any come, Hector shall honour him; arm
(voice If none, he'll say in Troy, when he retires, Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one The Grecian dames are sun-burn'd, and not Call Agamemnon head and general.
worth Æne. Fair leave, and large security. How The splinter of a lance. Even so much. A stranger to those most imperial looks [may Agam. This shall be told our lovers, lord Know them from eyes of other mortals?
Æneas; Agam. How?
If none of them have soul in such a kind, Æne. Ay;
We left them all at home: But we are soldiers; I ask, that I might waken reverence,
And may that soldier a mere recreant prove, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush That means not, hath not, or is not in love! Modest as morning when she coldly eyes If then one is, or bath, or means to be, The youthful Phoebus:
That one meets Hector; if none else, I am he. Which is that god in office, guiding men? Nest. Tell him of Nestor, one that was a Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon ?
[now; Agam. This Trojan scorns us; or the men of When Hector's grandsire suck'd: he is old Are ceremonious courtiers.
[Troy | But if there be not in our Grecian host Æne, Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, One noble man, that hath one spark of fire As bending angels; that's their fame in peace: To answer for his love, Tell him from me,But when they would seem soldiers, they have I'll hide my silver beard in a gold beaver,
And in my vantbrace* put this wither'd brawn; Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, And meeting him, will tell him, That my lady Jove's accord,
I Was fairer than his grandame, and as chaste Nothing so full of heart. But peace, Æneas, As may be in the world: His youth in flood, Peace, Trojan; lay thy finger on thy lips! I'll prove this truth with my three drops of The worthiness of praise distains his worth,
blood If that the prais'd himself bring the praise Æne. Now heavens forbid such scarcity of forth:
youth! But what the repining enemy commends, Ulyss. Amen! That breath fame follows; that praise, sole_Agam. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your pure, transcends.'
To our pavilion shall I lead you, Sir. [hand; Agam. Sir, you of Troy, call you yourself | Achilles shall have word of this intent: Æneas?
So shall each lord of Greece, from tent to tent: Æne. Ay, Greek, that is my name.
Yourself shall feast with us before you go, Agum. What's your affair, I pray you? And find the welcome of a noble foe. Æne. Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's
[Exeunt all but ULYSSES and NESTOR. ears.
Ulyss. Nestor,Agam. He hears nought privately, that comes Nest. What says Ulysses ? from Troy.
Ulyss. I have a young conception in my Æne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper oring a trumpet to awake his ear; [him: Be you my time to bring it to some shape. To set his sense on the attentive bent,
Nest. What is't? And then to speak.
Ulyss. This 'tis:
(pride Agam, Speak frankly* as the wind;
Blunt wedges rive hard knots: The seeded It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:
That hath to this maturity blown up That thou shalt know, Trojan, he is awake, In rank Achilles, must or now be cropp’d, He tells thee so himself.
Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil, Ene. Trumpet, blow loud, (tents;- To overbulk us all. Send thy brass voice through all these lazy Nest. Well, and how? And every Greek of mettle, let him know, Ulyss. This challenge that the gallant Hec. What Troy means fairly shall be spoke aloud.
[Trumpet sounds. However it is spread in general name, We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy Relates in purpose only to Achilles. A prince call'd Hector, (Priam is his father,) | Nest. The purpose is perspicuous even as Who in this dull and long-continued truce
substance, Is rusty grown; he bade me take a trumpet, Whose grossness little characters sum up: And to this purpose speak. Kings, princes, And, in the publication, make no strain,t lords!
But that Achilles, were his brair
as barren If there be one among the fair'st of Greece, | As banks of Libya,-though, Apollo knows, That holds his honour higher than his ease; 'Tis dry enough, --will, with what great speed That seeks his praise more than he fears his
of judgement, peril;
Ay, with celerity, find Hector's purpose That knows his valour, and knows not to fear; | Pointing on him. That loves his mistress more than in confession, Ulyss. And wake him to the answer, think (With truant vows to her own lips he loves,) And dare avow her beauty and her worth, Nest. Yes, In other arms than hers, to him this chalIt is most meet; Whom may you else oppose, lenge.
That can from Hector bring those honours off, Hector, in view of Trojans and of Greeks, If not Achilles? Though't be a sportful combat, Shell make it good, or do his best to do it, Yet in the trial much opinion dwells;
* An armour for the arm
For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute , did not the general run then ? were not that a
Ther. Then would come some matter from In this wild action : for the success,
him ; I see none now. Although particular, shall give a scantling* Ajax. Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not Of good or bad unto the general;
hear? Feel then.
[Strikes him. And in such indexes, although small prickst Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou To their subsequent volumes, there is seen mongrel beef-witted lord ! The baby figure of the giant mass
Ajax, Speak then, thou unsalted leaven, Of things to come at large. It is suppos'd, speak: I will beat thee into handsoineness. He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice: Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and And choice, being mutual, act of all our souls, holiness : but, I think, thy horse will sooner Makes merit her election, and doth boil, con an oration, than thou learn a prayer with As 'twere from forth us all, a man distili'd out book. Thou canst strike, canst thou ? a Out of our virtues; Who miscarrying,
red murrain o' thy jade's tricks! What heart receives from hence a conquering Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation. part,
Ther. Dost thou think, I have no sense, thou To steel a strong opinion to themselves? strikest me thus? Which entertain'd, limbs are his instruments, Ajax. The proclamation, In no less working, than are swords and bows Ther. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think. Directive by the limbs.
Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers Ulyss. Give pardon to my speech ;
itch. Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector. Ther. I would, thou didst itch from head to Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, foot, and I had the scratching of thec; I would And think, perchance, they'll sell; if not, make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece. The lustre of the better shall exceed,
When thou art forth in the incursions, thou By showing the worse first. Do not consent, strikest as slow as another. That ever Hector and Achilles meet;
Ajar. I say, the proclamation,For both our honour and our shame, in this, Ther. Thou grumblest and railest every hour Are dogg'd with two strange followern.
on Achilles; and thou art as full of envy at his Nest, I see theni not with my old eyes, wht greatness, as Cerberus is at Proserpina's are they?
beauty, ay, that thou barkest at him. Ulyss. What glory our Achilles shares Cors Ajar. Mistress Thersites! Hector,
Ther. Thou shouldest strike him. Were he not proud, we'all should share with Ajur. Cobloaf! him :
T'ker. He would pun* thee into shivers with But he already is too insolent;
his tist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit. And we were better parch in Afric sun,
Ajux. You whoreson cur! [Beating kı. Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eye:3, Ther. Do, do. Should he 'scape Hector fair: If he were foil'd, Ajar. Thou stool for a witch! Why, then we did our main opiniont crush Ther. Ay, do, do; thou sodden-witted lord! In taint of our best man. No, make a lottery; thou hast no more brain than I have in mine And, by device, let blockish Ajax draw
elbows; an assinegot may tutor thee: Chou The sorts to fight with Hector : Among our. scurvy valiant ass; thou art here put to thrash selves,
Trojans; and thou art bought and sold among Give him allowance for the better man,
those of any wit, like a Barbarian slave. If For that will physic the great Myrmidon, thou uset to beat me, I will begin at thy heel, Who broils in loud applause; and make him and tell what thou art by inches, thou thing of fall
no bowels, thou! His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends. Ajux. You dog! If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
Ther. You scurvy lord ! We'll dress him up in voices : If he fail,
Ajar. You cur !
[Beating lin. Yet go we under our opinion|| still
Ther. Mars his idiot! do, rudeness ; do, That we have better men. But, hit or miss, camel ; do, do. Our project's life this shape of sense assumesAjax, employ'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes.
Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, Nest. Ulysses,
Achil. Why, how now, Ajax? wherefore du Now I begin to relish thy advice;
you thus? And I will give a taste of it forth with
How now, Thersites? what's the matter, man? To Agamemnon: go we to him straight.
Ther. You see him there, do you?
[Exeunt. Achil. So I do; What's the matter?
Ther. Nay, but regard bim well.
Achil. Well, why I do so. SCENE 1.- Another part of the Grecian Camp. Ther. But yet you look not well upon him: Enter AJAX and THERSITES.
| for, whosoever you take him to be, he is Ajax. Ajar. Thersites,
Achil. I knew that, fool. Ther. Agamemnon-how if he had boils? full, |
Ther. Ay, but that fool knows not himself.
Ajax. Therefore I beat thee. all over, generally? Aju.r. Thersites,
Ther. Lo, lo, lo, lo, what modicums of wit
he utters! his evasions have ears thus long. Ther. And those boils did run ?-Say so,
I have bobbed his brain, more than he has beat * Size, measure. + Small points compared with the volumes.
Ass a cant term for a foolist follow, Estimation or character.
1. * Pound
my bones: I will buy nine sparrows for a penny SCENE 11.--Troy.-- Room in Pelax's and his pia mater is not worth the ninth part
Palace. of a sparrow. This lord, Achilles, Ajax,who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in
its'in Enter PriaM, HECTOR, TroiLUs, Paris, and his head,-I'll tell you what I say of him.
HELENUS. Achil. What? her. I say, this Ajax —
Pri. After so many hours, lives, speeches Achil. Nay, good Ajax.
spent, TAJAX offers to strike him, Achilles Thus once again says Nestor from the Greeks; interposes.
Deliver Helen, and all damage elseTher. Has not so much wit
As honour, loss of time, travel, expense, Achil. Nay, I must hold you.. ::
Wounds, friends, and what else deur that s Ther. As will stop the eye of Helen's needle,
consum'd for whom he comes to fight.
In hot digestion of this cormorant roar, Achil. Peace, fool!
Shall be struck off :-Hector, what say you to't. Ther. I would have peace and quietness,
Hect. Though no man lesser fears the Greeks but the fool will not: he there; that he; look
than I, you there.
| As far as toucheth my particular, yet, Ajax. () thou damned cur! I shall
Dread Priem, Achil. Will you set your wit to a fool's ?
There is no lady of more softer bowels, Ther. No, I warrant you; for a fool's will
More spungy to suck in the sense of fear, shame it.
More ready to cry out. Who knows what fel. Patr. Good words, Thersites.
lows? Achil, What's the quarrel ?
Than Hector is : The wound of peace is surett, Ajax. I bade the vile owl, go learn me the Surety secure; but modest doubt is calid tenour of the proclamation, and he rails upon
The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches me.
To the bottom of the worst. Let Helen go: Ther. I serve thee not.
Since the first sword was drawn about this Ajax. Well, go to, go to.
question, Ther. I serve here voluntary.
Every tithe soul, 'mongst many thousand Achil. Your last service was sufferance,
dism 'twas not voluntary ; no man is beaten volun
Hath been as dear as Helen; I mean, of ours: tary ; Ajax was here the voluntary, and you
If we have lost so muy tenths of ours,
To guard a thing not ours; not worth to us, as under an impress.
Ther. Even so ?-a great deal of your wit Had it our name, the vajue of one ten ; too lies in your sinews, or else there be liars. What merits in that reason, which denies Hector shall have a great catch, if he knock | The yielding of her up? out either of your brains; a' 'were as goodlTro. Fie, fie, my brother! crack a fusty nut with no kernel.
Weigh you the worth and honour of a king, Achil. What, with me too, Thersites?
So great as our dread father, in a scale Ther. There's Ulysses, and old Nestor,
Of common ounces? will you with counten whose wit was mouldy ere your grandsires
es The past-proportion of his infinite? (sum had nails on their toes,-yoke you like draught
And buckle-in a waist most fathomless, oxen, and make you plongh up the wars.
With spans and inches so diminutive Achil. What, what?
As fears and reasons ? fie, for godly shame! Ther. Yes, good sooth: To, Achilles ! to. I Hel. No marvel, though you bite so sbart Ajax! to!
at reasons, Ajax. I shall cut out your tongue.
You are so empty of them. Should not our Ther. 'Tis no matter; I shall speak as much
Bear the great sway of his affairs with reaas thou, afterwards.
Patr. No more words, Thersites: peace. Because your speech hath none, that tells him
Ther. I will hold my peace when Achilles'! - SO? bracht bids me, shall I ?
Tro. You are for dreams and slumbers, broAchil. There's for you, Patroclus.
ther priest, Ther. I will see you hanged, like clotpoles. I You fur your gloves with reason. Here are ere I come any more to your tents; I will
* your reasons: keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the You know, an enemy intends you harm; faction of fools.
Erit. | You know, a sword employ'd is perilous, Patr. A good riddance.
And reason flies the object of all harm: Achil. Marry, this, Sir, is proclaim'd through
Who marvels then, when Helenus beholds all our host:
A Grecian and his sword, if he do set That Hector, by the first hour of the sun,
The very wings of reason to his heels; Will, with a trumpet, 'twixt our tents and
And fly like chidden Mercury from Jove,
Or like a star disorb'd ?-Nay, if we talk of To-morrow morning call some knight to arms,
reason, That hath a stomach; and such a one, that
Let's shut our gates, and sleep: Manhood dare
and honour Maintain-I know not what: 'tis trash: Fare- / Should have hare hearts, would they but fat Ajar. Farewell. Who shall answer him?
their thoughts Achil. I know not, it is put to lottery;
With this cramm'd reason: reason and respect otherwise,
Make livers pale, and lustihood deject. He knew his man.
Hect. Brother, she is not worth what she Ajat. 0, meaning you ;-I'll go learn more
doth cost of it,
(Erennt. The holding.
Tro. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ?
Hect. But value dwells not in particular Cry, Trojans, cry! a Helen, and a woo:
Hect. Now youthful Troilus, do not these to make the service greater than the god;
high strains And the will dotes, that is attributive
Of divination in our sister work To what infectiously itself affects,
Some touches of remorse? or is your blood Without some image of the affected merit. So madly hot, that no discourse of reason,
Tro. I take to-day a wife, and my election Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause,
Can qualify the same?
Cannot distaste the goodness of a quarrel, We turn not back the silks upon the merchant, I Which hath our several honours all engag'd' When we have soil'd them; nor the remainder To make it gracious.t For my private part, viands
II am no more touch'd than all Priam's sons: We do not throw in unrespective sieve, And Jove forbid, there should be done amongst Because we now are full. It was thought meet,
us Paris should do some vengeance on the Greeks: Such things as might offend the weakest spleen Your breath with full consent bellied his sails; To fight for and maintain! The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a Par. Else might the world convincef of levity truce,
[sir'd; As well my undertakings, as your counsels: And did him service: he touch'd the ports de But I attest the gods, your full consent And, for an old aunt, whom the Greeks held Gave wings to my propension, and cut off
All fears attending on so dire a project. He brought a Grecian queen, whose youth | For what, alas, can these my single arms? and freshness
(ing. What propugnation is in one man's valour, Wrinkles Apollo's, and makes pale the morn- To stand the push and enmity of those Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our This quarrel would excite? Yet, I protest, aunt:
Were I alone to pass the difficulties, Is she worth keeping ? why, she is a pearl, And had as ample power as I have will, Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand Paris should ne'er retract what he hath done, ships,
Nor faint in the pursuit. And turn'd crown'd kings to merchants.
Pri. Paris, you speak If you'll avouch, 'twas wisdom Paris went, Like one besotted on your sweet delights: (As you must needs, for you all cried-Go, You have the honey still, but these the gall;
| So to be valiant, is no praise at all. If you'll confess, he brought home noble prize, Par. Sir, I propose not merely to myself (As you must needs, for you all clapp'd your The pleasures such a beauty brings with it; hands,
But I would have the soil of her fair rape And cried-Inestimable !) why do you now
Wip'd off, in honourable keeping her. The issue of your proper wisdoms rate;
What treason were it to the ransack'd queen, And do a deed that fortune never did,
Disgrace to your great worths, and shame to Beggar the estimation which you priz'd Now to deliver ber possession up, [me, Richer than sea and land ? 0 theft most base : On terms of base compulsion? Can it be, That we have stolen what we do fear to keep! | That so degenerate a strain as this, (soms? But, thieves, unworthy of a thing so stolen,
Should once set footing in your generous boThat in their country did them that disgrace,
There's not the meanest spirit on our party, We fear to warrant in our native place!
Without a heart to dare, or sword to draw, Cas. (Within.) Cry, Trojans, cry!
When Helen is defended; nor none so noble, Pri. What noise? what shriek is this?
Whose life were ill bestow'd, or death unfam'd, Tro. 'Tis our mad sister, I do know her
Where Helen is the subject: then, I say, voice.
Well may we fight for her, whom, we know Cas. (Within.] Cry, Trojans!
well, Hect. It is Cassandra.
The world's large spaces cannot parallel.
Hect. Paris, and I'roilus, you have both said Enter CASSANDRA, raving.
well: Cas. Cry, Trojans, cry! lend me ten thou
And on the cause and question now in hand sand eyės,
Have gloz'd, but superficially ; not much And I will fill them with prophetic tears.
Unlike young men, whom Aristotle thought Hect. Peace, sister, peace.
Unfit to hear moral philosophy: Cas. Virgins and boys, mid-age and wrink
The reasons you allege, do more conduce led elders,
To the hot passion of distemper'd blood, Solt infancy, that nothing canst but cry,
Than to make up a free determination Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes
"Twixt right and wrong; For pleasure, an. A moiety of that mass of moan to come.
revenge, Cry, Trojans, cry! practise your eyes with
Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice tears!
Of any true decision. Nature craves, froy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand;
All dies be render'd to their owners; Now Our fire-brand brother, Paris, burns us all.
What nearer debt in all humanity,
Shrink, or fly off.
+ Basket. 1 Priam's sister, Hesione.
Corrunt, change to a worse state. # Convict.
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