Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and fmite at Troy,
1 fay, at once! let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure deftructions on.

Ene. My lord, you do difcomfort all the hoft.
Tro. You understand me not, that tell me fo:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;
But dare all imminence, that gods and men,
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Who fhall tell Priam fo, or Hecuba ?
Let him that will a fcreech-owl aye be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and fay there-Hector's dead :
There is a word will Priam turn to stone ;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold ftatues of the youth; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:
Hettor is dead; there is no more to say.
Stay yet; you vile abominable tents,

Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,
Let Titan rife as early as he dare,

I'll through and through you :-And thou great-fiz'd coward,

No space of earth shall funder our two hates ;
I'll haunt thee like a wicked confcience ftill,
That moldeth goblins fwift as frenzy thoughts.-
Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go;
Hope of revenge fhall hide our inward woe.

[As they are going out, and Troilus laß

Enter Pandarus.

Pan. Do you hear, my lord; do you hear?

[Taking it.

Tro. What now? [Exeunt Eneas and Trojans. Pan. Here's a letter come from yon' poor girl. Tro. Let me read. Pan. A whorefon ptific, a whorfon rafcally ptific fo troubles me, and the foolish fortune of this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I fhall leave you one o'these days: And I have a rheum in mine eyes too; and fuch an ach in my bones, that, unless a man were curft, I cannot tell what to think on't.-What says she there?

Tro. Words, words, meer words, no matter from the heart;

The effect doth operate another way.

Go, wind, to wind, [tears, and scatters about the letter.] there turn and change together.—

My love with words and errors still she feeds ;
But edifies another with her deeds.

Pan. But hear you, hear you.

Tro. Hence, broker, lacquey! ignominy and fhame Purfue thy life, and live aye with thy name!

[Exit Troilus. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!-O world, world, world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd! O traitors and bawds, how earneftly are you fet a'work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavour be fo defir'd, and the performance fo loathed ? what verse for. it? what inftance for it? Let me fee:

Full merrily the humble-bee doth fing, 'Till he hath loft his honey and his fting; And, being once subdu'd in armed tail, Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail.Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted cloths. [Advancing

As many as be here of pander's hall,

Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall:
Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aching bones.
Brethren, and fifters, of the hold-door tråde,
Some two months hence my will fhall here be made;
It should be now, but that my fear is this—
Some galled goofe of Winchester would hifs:
'Till then, I'll fweat, and feek about for eases;
And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.

[Exit Pandarust.

This play has a very weak unworthy conclufion. In fome parts fine fancy and great poetry is to be found; but on the whole, the fable is too incompleat, the fcenes too fhort, and too quickly huddled on each other to give much chance for fuccefs in action.

The End of TROILUS and CRESSIDA

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CLEOPATRA,

A TRAGEDY, by SHAKESPEARE.

AN INTRODUCTION,

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NOTES CRITICAL and ILLUSTRATIVE,

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AUTHORS of the DRAMATIC CENSOR.

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