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not arm to-day: Whereupon the Grecians begin to | Together with his mangled Myrmidons, proclaim barbarism, and policy grows into an ill That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come opinion. Soft! here come sleeve, and t'other.

to him, Enter D10MEDES, Troilus following:

Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,

And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d, and at it, Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day Styx,

Mad and fantastic execution; I would swim after.

Engaging and redeeming of himself, Dio.

Thou dost miscall retire : With such a careless force, and forceless care, I do not fly; but advantageous care

As if that luck, in very spite of cunning, Withdrew me from the odds of multitude :

Bade him win all. Have at thee!

Enter AJAX. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !—now for thy whore, Trojan !--now the sleeve, now the sleeve!

Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus ! [Exit.

Dio. [Exeunt Troilus and DIOMEDES, fighting.

Ay, there, there.

Nest. So, so, we draw together.
Enter HECTOR.

Enter ACHILLES.
Hect. What art thou, Greek? art thou for Hec-

Achil.

Where is this Hector? tor's match?

Come, come, thou boy-queller, show thy face: Art thou of blood, and honor?

Know what it is to meet Achilles angry. Ther. No, no, -I am a rascal; a scurvy railing Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. knave; a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee ;-live.

[Exit. SCENE VI.- Another Part of the Field. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me;

Enter AJAX. But a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! What's become of the wenching rogues? I think, Ajax. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, show thy they have swallowed one another: I would laugh

head! at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself.

Enter DIOMEDES. I'll seek them.

[Exit.

Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus?
SCENE V.-The same.

Ajax.

What wouldst thou ?

Dio. I would correct him.
Enter DIOMEDES and a Servant.

Ajax. Were I the general, thou shouldst have
Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse: Ere that correction:-Troilus, I say! what, Troilus!
Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid:
Fellow, commend my service to her beauty;

Enter Troilus. Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan,

Tro. O traitor Diomed !--turn thy false face, And am her knight by proof.

thou traitor, Serv.

I go, my lord. [Exit Servant. And pay thy life thou ow'st me for my horse! Enter AGAMEMNON.

Dio. Ha! art thou there?

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus

Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon

Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks; have at Hath Doreus prisoner:

[Exeunt, fighting And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam, Upon the pashed corses of the kings

Enter HECTOR. Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixencs is slain; Hect. Yea, Troilus? 0, well fought, my youngest Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;

brother! Patroclus ta'en or slain; and Palamedes

Enter ACHILLES. Sore hurt and bruis'd: the dreadful Sagittary

Achil. Now do I see thee: Ha!-Have at thee, Appals our numbers; haste we, Diomed,

Hector.
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Enter NESTOR.

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles :

Be happy that my arms are out of use:

My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.-

But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
There is a thousand Hectors in the field;
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,

Till when, go seek thy fortune.

[Exit. Hect.

Fare thee well:And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,

I would have been much more a fresher man, And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,

Had I expected thee.--How now, my brother? And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,

Re-enter TROILUS. . Fall down before him, like the mower's swath: Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; Shall it be? Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes ; No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, Dexterity so obeying appetite,

He shall not carry him; I'll be taken too, That what he will, he does; and does so much, Or bring him off:-Fate, hear me what I say! That proof is called impossibility.

I reck' not though I end my life to-day. (Exit. Enter Ulysses.

Enter one in sumptuous Armor. Ulyss. 0,courage, courage, princes! great Achilles Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek? thou art a goodIs arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance :

ly mark: Patroclus' wounds have rous'd his drowsy blood, No? wilt thou not ?—I like thy armor well; a Bruised, crushed. 4 Shoal of fish. • Lying.

6 Prevail over.

1 Care.

you both.

9 Lance,

I'll frush it, and unlock the rivets all,

Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; But I'll be master of it:-Wilt thou not, beast, Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.

abide ? Why, then fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide.

SCENE X.-The same.

[Exeunt. Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, Neston, SCENE VII.-The same.

DIOMEDES, and others, marching. Shouts

within. Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.

Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that? Achil. "Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; Nest.

Peace, drums. Mark what I say.--Attend me where I wheel: Within.]

Achilles ! Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles ! And when I have the bloody Hector found,

Dio. The bruit is — Hector's slain, and by Empale him with your weapons round about;

Achilles. In fellest manner execute your arms.

Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be; Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:

Great Hector was as good a man as he. It is decreed—Hector the great must die.

Agam. March patiently along :- Let one be sent [Exeunt. To pray Achilles see us at our tent.

If in his death the gods have us befriended,
SCENE VIII.— The same.
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are endal

. Enter MENELAUS and Paris, fighting: then

[Exeunt marching THERSITES.

SCENE XI.- Another Part of the Field. Ther. The cuckold, and the cuckold-maker are at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo!

Enter Æneas and Trojans. now my double-henned sparrow! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo ! Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: The bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho!

Never

go home; here starve we out the night. [Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS.

Enter Troilus.
Enter MARGARELON.

Tro. Hector is slain.
Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

All.

Hector ?—The gods forbid! Ther. What art thou ?

Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Ther. I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am

field.a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! bastard in valor, in every thing illegitimate. One Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! bear will not bite another, and wherefore should I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most omin. And linger not our sure destructions on! ous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. he tempts judgment: Farewell, bastard.

Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so: Mar. The devil take thee, coward! [Exeunt. I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;

But dare all imminence, that gods and men, SCENE IX.- Another Part of the field.

Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!
Enter HECTOR.

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?

Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be callid, Hect. Most putrefied core, so fair without, Thy goodly armor thus hath cost thy life.

Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead: Now is my day's work done; I'll take good breath; | Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wires,

There is a word will Priam turn to stone; Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and deathCold statues of the youth; and, in a word, [Puts off his Helmet, and hangs his Shield

Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away; behind him.

Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Enter Achilles and Myrmidons. Stay yet ;-You vile abominable tents, Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:

Let Titan rise as early as he dare, Even with the vajl and dark’ning of the sun, I'll through and through you! And thou, greatTo close the day up, Hector's life is done.

siz'd coward! Hect. I am unarm'd; forego this vantage, Greek. No space of earth shall sunder our two hates: Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man II'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, seek.

[Hector falls. That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughtsSo Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down; Strike a free march to Troy!—with comfort go: Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.

Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,

[Exeunt Æneas and Trojans. Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain!

As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other [A Retreat sounded.

side, PANDARUS. Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my

Pan. But hear you, hear you! lord.

Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy' and shame Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! the earth,

[Exit Troulus. And, stickler' like, the armies separates.

Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones! My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, O world! world! world! thus is the poor agent Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.

despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are

[Sheathes his sword. you set a' work, and how ill requited! Why should • Burst. 9 An arbitrator at athletic games. Fattening. 2 Noise, rumor. : Pitched, fixed. • Ignominy.

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our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so As many as be here of panders' hall, loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it?— Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: Let me see:

Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,

Though not for me, yet for your aching bones. Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting:

Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, And being once subdued in armed tail,

Some two months hence my will shall here be made: Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.—

It should be now, but that my fear is this,

Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss: Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; cloths.

And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. • Canvass hangings for rooms, painted with emblems

[Exit. and mottoes.

TIMON OF ATHENS.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

}

Timox, a noble Athenian.

Two Servants of Varro. Lucius,

The Servant of Isidore. LUCULLUS, Lords, and Flatterers of Timon. Two of Timon's Creditors. SEMPROXIUS,

Cupid and Maskers. VENTidius, one of Timon's false Friends.

Three Strangers. APEM Antus, a churlish Philosopher.

Poet. ALCIBIADES, an Athenian General.

Painter. Flavius, Steward to Timon.

Jeweller. FLAMINIUS,

Merchant. Lucilius, Timon's Servants.

An old Athenian. SERVILIUS,

A Page. A Fool. Caphis,

PARINIA,
PhiloTUS,

TIMANDRA,
Titus, Servants to Timon's Creditors.
Lucius,

Other Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thietes, HORTENSIUS,

and Attendants. SCENE, Athens; and the Woods adjoining.

} Mistresses to Alcibiades.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Athens. A Hall in Timon's House. Pain. You are rapt, sir, in some work, some de

dication Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and

To the great lord. others, at several doors.

Poet.

A thing slipp'd idly from me. Poet. Good-day, sir.

Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes Puin.

I am glad you are well. From whence 'tis nourished: The fire i' the fint Poet. I have not seen you long; How goes the Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame world?

Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Pain. It wears, sir, as it grows.

Each bound it chafes. What have you there! Poet.

Ay, that's well known: Pain. A picture, sir.–And when comes four But what particular rarity? what strange,

book forth? Which manifold record not matches? See,

Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment,“ sir. Magic of bounty! all these spirits thy power

Let's see your piece. Hath conjur'd to attend. I know the merchant. Pain.

"Tis a good piece. Pain. I know them both; t'other's a jeweller. Poet. So 'tis: this comes off well and excellent. Mer. O, 'tis a worthy lord!

Pain. Indifferent.
Jew.
Nay, that's most fix'd.

Poet.

Admirable: How this grace Mer. A most incomparable man; breath’d,' as Speaks his own standing! what a mental power it were,

This eye shoots forth! how big imagination To an untirable and continuate goodness : Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesHe passes.

ture Jew. I have a jewel here.

One might interpret.
Mer. O, pray, let's see't: For the lord Timon, sir ? Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
Jew. If he will touch the estimate; But, for that— Here is a touch; Is't good ?
Poet. When we for recompense have prais'd the Poet.

r'll say of it, vile,

It tutors nature: artificial strife It stains the glory in that happy verse

Lives in these touches, livelier than life. Which aptly sings the good.

Enter certain Senators, and pass over. Mer.

'Tis a good form.

[Looking at the jewel. Pain. How this lord's follow'd! Jew. And rich: here is a water, look you. Poet. The senators of Athens: Happy men! 1 Inured by constant practice. . Continual.

• As soon as my book has been presented to Timon * i. e. Exceeds, goes beyond common bounds.

sie. The contest of art with nature.

Pain. Look, more!

Tim.

Noble Ventidius! Well; Poet. You see this confluence, this great flood I am not of that feather, to shake off of visitors.

My friend when he must need me. I do know him I have in this rough work, shaped out a man, A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him. With amplest entertainment: My free drift

Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Halts not particularly," but moves itself

Tim. Commend me to him: I will send his In a wide sea of wax: no levelled malice

ransom; Infects one comma in the course I hold;

And being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me:But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, "Tis not enough to help the feeble up, Leaving no tract behind.

But to support him after.-Fare you well. Pain. How shall I understand you?

Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honor! [Exit. Poet. I'll unbolt to you.

Enter an old Athenian. You see how all conditions, how all minds,

Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as

Tim.

Freely, good father. Of grave and austere quality,) tender down

Old Ath. Thou hast a servant named Lucilius. Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune,

Tim. I have so: What of him? Upon his good and gracious nature hanging,

Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man beSubdues and properties to his love and tendance

fore thee. All sorts of hearts: yea, from the glass-faced flatterer"

Tim. Attends he here, or no ?—Lucilius! To Apemantus, that few things loves better Than to abhor himself; even he drops down

Enter LUCILIUS. The knee before him, and returns in peace

Luc. Here, at your lordship's service. Most rich in Timon's nod.

Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy Pain. I saw them speak together.

creature, Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill, By night frequents my house. I am a man Feign'd Fortune to be thron’d: The base o'the mount That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures, And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, That labor on the bosom of this sphere

Than one which holds a trencher. To propagate their states:' amongst them all, Tim.

Well; what further ? Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fixed, Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, One do I personate of lord Timon's frame, On whom I may confer what I have got: Whom Fortune with her ivory hands wafts to her; The maid is fair, o'the youngest for a bride, Whose present grace to present slaves and servants And I have bred her at my dearest cost, Translates his rivals.

In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Pain.
"Tis conceiv'd to scope.

Attempts her love : I pr’ythee, noble lord,
This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, Join with me to forbid him her resort;
With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Myself have spoke in vain.
Bowing his head against the steepy mount

Tim.

The man is honest. To climb his happiness, would be well express'd Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon : In our condition.

His honesty rewards him in itself, Poet.

Nay, sir, but hear me on: It must not bear my daughter. All those which were his fellows but of late,

Tim.

Does she love him? (Some better than his value, on the moment Old Ath. She is young and apt: Follow his strides, his lobbies fill with tendance, Our own precedent passions do instruct us Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear,

What levity's in youth. Make sacred even his stirrup, and through him Tim. [To Lucilius.] Love you the maid ? Drink the free air.

Luc. Ay, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Pain.

Ay, marry, what of these? Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be Poet. When fortune in her shift and change of

missing, mood,

I call the gods to witness, I will choose Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants, Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Which labor'd after him to the mountain's top, And dispossess her all. Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Tim.

How shall she be endow'd, Not one accompanying his declining foot. If she be mated with an equal husband ? Pain. 'Tis common :

Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in fuA thousand moral paintings I can show

ture, all. That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well,

long; To show lord Timon that mean eyes have seen To build his fortune, I will strain a little, The foot above the head.

For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter: Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, attended; the What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise, Servant of Ventidius talking with him. And make him weigh with her.

Old Ath.

Most noble lord, Tim.

Imprison'd is he, say you?
Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his Pawn me to this your honor, she is his.

Tim. My hand to thee; mine honor on my prodebt;

mise. His means most short, his creditors most strait:

Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship; Never may Your honorable letter he desires To those have shut him up; which failing to him, which is not ow'd to you!

That state or fortune fall into my keeping, Periods his comfort.

[Exeunt Lucilius and old Athenian. & My design does not stop at any particular character.

Poet. Vouchsafe my labor, and long live your : One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron. 9 To advance their conditions of life.

lordship!

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