Aga. This Trojan Tcorns us, or the Men of Troy Are ceremonious Courtiers. Ene. Courtiers as free, as debonair, unarm'd, As bending Angels; that's their Fame, in peace: But when they would feem Soldiers, they have Galls, Good Arms, ftròng Joints, true Swords, and Jove's accord, Nothing fo full of Heart. But peace, Eneas, Peace Trojan, lay thy Finger on thy Lips, The worthinefs of Praife diftains his worth, If that he prais'd himfelf, bring the Praife forth: What the repining Enemy commends, That breath Fame blows, that Praise fole pure tranfcends. Aga. Sir, you of Troy, call you your felf, Æneas? Ane. Ay, Greek, that is my Name. Aga. What's your Affair, I pray you? Ane. Sir, pardon, 'tis for Agamemnon's Ears. That comes from Troy. Ane. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him, I bring a Trumpet to awake his Ear, To fet his Sense on the attentive bent, And then to speak. Aga. Speak frankly as the Wind, It is not Agamemnon's fleeping hour; Ane. Trumpet blow loud: Send thy brafs Voice thro' all thefe lazy Tents, [The Trumpets found. We have, great Agamemnon, here in Troy, (With truant Vows to her own Lips he loves) If any come, Hector fhall Honour him: If none, he'll fay in Troy when he retires, Aga. This fhall be told our Lovers, Lord Æneas. We have left them all at home: But weare Soldiers; I'll Aga. Fair Lord Æneas, Let me touch your Hand: To our Pavillion fhall I lead you firft: Achilles fhall have word of this Intent, So fhall each Lord of Greece from Tent to Tent: And find the welcome of a Noble Foe. U 4 [Exeunt Manent Manent Ulysses and Neftor. Vlyf. Neftor. Neft. What fays Ulysses? Vlys. I have a young Conception in my Brain, Blunt wedges rive hard knots; the feeded Pride In rank Achilles, muft or now be cropt, Neft. Well, and how now? Vlyf. This Challenge that the valiant Hector fends, Neft. The purpofe is perfpicuous even as Substance, Vlyf. And wake him to the Anfwer, think you? If not Achilles? Though't be a fportful Combat, For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute In this wild Action. For the fuccefs, Of things to come at large. It is fuppos'd, Makes Makes Merit her Election, and doth boil What Heart from hence receives the conqu'ring part Vlyf. Give pardon to my Speech: Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not Hector: For both our Honour, and our Shame in this, Neft. I fee them not with my old Eyes: What are they? Vlyf. What glory our Achilles fhares from Hector, Were he not proud, we all fhould wear with him: But he already is too infolent; " And we were better parch in Africk Sun The fort to fight with Hector: Among our felves, That we have better Men. But hit or miss, Two Two Curs fhall tame each other; Pride alone [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Ajax. T Enter Ajax and Therfites. Herfites. Ther. Agamemnon -how if he had Biles full, all over generally. Ajax. Therfites. [Talking to himself. Ther. And thofe Biles did run-fay fo---did not the General run, were not that a Botchy core? Ajax. Dog. Ther. Then there would come fome matter from him: I fee none now. Ajax. Thou Bitch-Wolf's Son, canft thou not hear? Feel then, [Strikes him. Ther. The Plague of Greece upon thee, thou Mungrel beef-witted Lord. Ajax. Speak then, you whinid'ft leaven, speak, I will beat thee into handfomnefs. Ther. I fhall fooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but I think thy Horfe will fooner con an Oration, than thou learn a Prayer without Book: Thou canft ftrike, canft thou? A red Murrain o'thy Jades tricks. Ajax. Toads-ftool, learn me the Proclamation. Ther. Doeft thou think I have no fenfe, thou strik’st me Ajax. The Proclamation. Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a Fool, I think. [thus? Ajax. Do not Porcupine, do not; my Fingers itch. Ther. I would thou didst itch from Head to Foot, and I had the fcratching of thee, I would make thee the loathfom'ft fcab in Greece. Ajax. I fay, the Proclamation. Ther. Thou grumbleft and raileft every hour on Achilles, and thou art as full of envy at his greatnefs, as Cerberus is at Proferpina's Beauty. I, that thou bark'ft at him. |