Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and fmite at Troy, Ene. My lord, you do difcomfort all the hoft. Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, I'll through and through you :-And thou great-fiz'd coward, No space of earth shall funder our two hates ; [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 ; 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: [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 AND CLEOPATRA, A TRAGEDY, by SHAKESPEARE. AN INTRODUCTION, AND NOTES CRITICAL and ILLUSTRATIVE, ARE ADDED, BY THE AUTHORS of the DRAMATIC CENSOR. B LONDON: Printed for JOHN BELL, near Exeter-Exchange, in the Strand; and C. ETHERINGTON, at York. MDCCLXXIV. |