Aga. Firft, all you peers of Greece, go to my tent; There in the full convive we: afterwards, As Hector's leifure and your bounties shall Concur together, severally intreat him.— Beat loud the tabourines, let the trumpets blow, That this great foldier may his welcome know. [Flourish. [Exeunt. Troilus Atays Ulyffes. Tro. My lord Ulyffes, tell me, I beseech you, In what place of the field doth Calchas keep? Uly. At Menelaus' tent, moft princely Troilus: There Diomed doth feast with him to-night; Who neither looks upon the heaven, nor earth, But gives all gaze and bent of amorous view On the fair Crefid. Tro. Shall I, fweet lord, be bound to you so much, After we part from Agamemnon's tent, To bring me thither ? Uly. You shall command me, fir. As gentle tell me, of what honour was This Crefida in Troy? had the no lover there, That wails her abfence? Tro. O, fir, to fuch as boafting fhew their fears, But ftill, sweet love is food for fortune's tooth. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. The Greek Camp. Before Achilles's tent. I' Enter Achilles and Patroclus. "ACHILLES. 'LL heat his blood with Greekish wine to-night, Which with my fcimitar I'll cool to-morrow. "Patroclus, let us feast him to the heighth. "Pat. Here comes Therfites. "Enter Therfites with a letter. "Ach. How now, thou core of envy ? "Thou crufty batch of nature, what's the news? "The. Why, thou picture of what thou feem'st, and "idol of ideot-worshippers, here's a letter for thee. "Ach. From whence, fragment ? "The. Why, thou full difh of fool, from Troy. "[Achilles reads. "Pat. Who keeps the tent now? "The. The furgeon's box, or the patient's wound. "Pat. Well faid, adversity! and what need these "tricks? "The. Pr'ythee, be filent, boy; I profit not by thy "talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male harlot. "Pat. Male harlot, you rogue? what's that? "The. Why, his mafculine whore. Now the rotten "difeafes of the fouth, the guts-griping, ruptures, loads "of gravel i'th' back, catarrhs, lethargies, cold palfies, "raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders "full of impofthume, fciaticas, lime-kilns i'th' palm, “incurable bone-ach, and the rivel'd fee-fimple of the "tetter, take and take again fuch prepofterous difco❝veries! "Pat. Why, thou damnable box of envy, thou, what "meanest thou to curfe thus ? "The. Do I curfe thee? "Pat. Why, no, you ruinous but; you whorfon in"diftinguishable cur, no. "The. No? thou art then exasperate, thou idle im"material skein of fleeve filk, thou green farcenet flap "for a sore eye, thou toffel of a prodigal's purse, thou? "Ah, how the poor world is pester'd with such water"flies; diminutives of nature! "Pat. Out, gall! “The. Finch-egg! "Ach. My fweet Patroclus. I am thwarted quite "From my great purpose in to-morrow's battle : "Here is a letter from queen Hecuba; "A token from her daughter, my fair love; Both taxing me, and gaging me to keep "An oath that I have fworn. I will not break it: "Come, come, Therfites, help to trim my tent; "The. 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 madHere's Agamemnon,-an honeft fellow enough, "and one that loves quails; but he has not fo much "brain as ear-wax: And the goodly transformation of "men. Jupiter there, his brother, the bull,-the primitive "ftatue, and obelifque memorial of cuckolds; a thrifty "fhooing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg, "to what form, but that he is of, fhould wit larded "with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him "to to an afs, were nothing; he is both afs 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 confpire "against destiny. Afk me not what I would be, if I were not Therfites; for I care not to be the louse of a "lazar, fo I were not Menelaus. Hey-day! fprites and "fires! Enter Agamemnon, Ajax, Hector, Ulyffes, Neftor, Aja. No, yonder 'tis ; There, where we fee the lights. Hec. I trouble you. Aja. No, not a whit. Úly. Here comes himself to guide you. Enter Achilles. Ach. Welcome, brave Hedor ;-welcome, princes all. Aga. So now, fair prince of Troy, I bid good night. The A&t should undoubtedly begin here; every preceding fyl lable feems to us much fitter for rejection than acceptance. Ajan Ajax commands the guard to tend on you. Hec. Thanks, and good night, to the Greeks' general. Hec. Good night, fweet Menelaus. †The. Sweet draff: Sweet, quoth a'! fweet fink, fweet fewer. Ach. Good night, and welcome, both at once, to those That go, or tarry. Aga. Good night. [Exeunt Aga. and Men, Ach. Old Neftor tarries ;—and you too, Diomed, Keep Hector company an hour or two. Dio. I cannot, lord; I have important bufinefs, The tide whereof is now.-Good night, great Hector. Hec. Give me your hand. [To Dio. Uly. Follow his torch, he goes to Calchas' tent : I'll keep you company. Tro. Sweet fir, you honour me. Hec. And fo, good night. [Exit Diomed; Uly. and Tro. following. Ach. Come, come, enter my tent. [Exeunt Achilles, Hector, Ajax, and Neftor. The. That fame Diomed's a falfe-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more truft him when he leers, than I will a ferpent when he hiffes: he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, aftronomers foretel it; it is prodigious, there will come fome change, the fun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say, he keeps a Trojan drab, and uses the traitor Calchas' tent: I'll after. Nothing but lechery! all incontinent varlets 1. [Exit. † A very fulsome, unpleafing line; attempting that satisfaction it deftroys. This fhort part of the first scene is nearly as fuperfluous as what goes before it; indeed a number of entries in this play feem more calculated for protraction than use, SCENE II. The fame. Before Calchas' Tent. Dio. What, are you up here, ho? fpeak. Dio. Diomed: Calchas, where is your daughter? Cal. [within.] She comes to you. Enter Ulyffes, and Troilus, at a Distance; after them, Therfites. Uly. Stand where the torch may not discover us. Enter Creffida. Tro. Creffid come forth to him! Dio. How now, my charge? Cre. Now, my fweet guardian !-Hark, A word with you. Tro. Yea, fo familiar! [Whispering him. Uly. She will fing any man at firft fight. "The. And any man May fing her, if he can take her cliff; fhe's noted *. Dio. Will you remember? Cre. Remember? yes, Dio. Nay, but do then; And let your mind be coupl'd with your words. Tro. What fhould the remember? Uly. Lift! Cre. Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. The. Roguery. Dio. Nay, then, Cre. I'll tell you what: Dio. Pho, pho! come, tell a pin: You are forfworn. Cre: In faith, I cannot: What would you have me do? The. A juggling trick, to be-fecretly open. Dio. What did you fwear, you would bestow on me.? Cre. I pr'ythee, do not hold me to mine oath; Bid me do any thing but that, sweet Greek. This line and half throw out fomewhat very grofs. |