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Conduct in l’ar firperior to Affion. $ 35. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
The still and mental parts;
When fiancis calls them on; and know, by mcature
Of their obfervant toil, the enemies' weightCALL here my varler, Hll unarm again ; Why, this hath not a finger's dignity;
Why should I war without the walls of Troy, They call this bed-work, mapp'ry, closet war: That find such cruel battle here within ? So that the ram, that batters down the wall, Each Trojan, that is master of his heart, For the great swing and rudeness of his poize, La him to field; Troilus, alas ! hath none. They place before his hand that made the engine;
Or thote, that with the fineness of their souls The Greeks are strong, and skilful to their By realon guide his execution.
strength, Fierce to their skill, and to their fierceness valiant;
Adversity tbe Trial of Man. But I ain weaker than a woman's tear,
- Why then, you princes, Tamer than fleep, fonder than ignorance; Do you with cheekas abath d behold our works, Lefs valiant than the virgin in the night, And think them Thames, which are, indeed, nought And skill-less as unpracus'd infancy.
But the protractive trials of great Jove, (elle
To find perlittive constancy in men ? O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus
The fineness of which metal is not found When I do tell thee, there my hopes lie drown'd, In fortune's love : for then the bold and coward, Reply not in how many fathoms deep
The wife and fool, the artist and unread, They lie indrench'd. I tell thee, I am mad
The hard and soft, scem all affin'd and kin: la Creilid's love. Thou antwer'it, she is fair; But, in the wind and tempest of her frown, Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart
Distinction, with a broad and pow'rful fan, Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice; Puffing at all, winnows the light away ; Handieit in thy discourse-O, that her hand, And what hath mass, or matter, by itself, In whose comparison all whites are ink,
Lies rich in virtuc, and unmingled.
Acbilles described by Ulles.
The great Achilles-whom opinion crowns me, As true thou tell’ft me, when I say I love her ; Having his car full of his airy fame,
The finew and the fore-hand of our hoftBut, saying thus, instead of oil and balm, Thou lay it in every gath that love hath given me Lies mocking our designs : with him Patroclus,
Grows dainty of his vorth, and in his tente The knife that made it.
Upon a lazy bed, the live-long day
Breaks fcurril jests;
And with ridiculous and awkward action The ample proposition that hope makes
( Which, llanderer, he imitation calls) Io all dctigns begun on earth below,
He pageants us. Sometime, great Agamemnon, Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and dis
Thy topless deputation he puts on ; afters
And, like a frutting player—whose conceit Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ;
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
Such to-be-pitied and o'erwrested seeming
He acts thy greatness in : and when he speaks,
'Tislikeachimea mending; with terms uniquard, * Take but degree away, untune that string, Which, from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropt, And, hark, what discordi follows ! each thing meets Would feem hyperboles. At this fully stuff, In mere oppugnancy. The bounded waters The large Achilles, on his prest bed lolling, Shovid life their boloms higher than the shores, From his deep chest laughs out a loud applause; And make a fop of all this solid globe : Cries—“. Excellent ! 'tis Agamemnon just! Strength iho be lord of imbecillity,
ow play me Neftor-hem, and stroke ihy beard, And the rude son should strike his father dead: As he, being drest to fome oration." Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong That's donc-as ncar as the extremest ends (Between whose endless jar justice refides) Of parallels; as like as Vulcan and his wife : Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Yet good Achilles still cries~" Excellent ! Then every thing includes itself in power, 'Tis Nestor right! Now play him me, Patroclus, Power intó will, ill into appetite;
Arming to antiver in a night-alarm.' And appetite, an universal wolf,
And then, forfooth, the faint defects of age So doubly feconded with will and power, Must be the scene of mirth; to cough, and spit, Must make perforce an universal prey,
And, with a pally fumbling on his gorget, And Jalt cât up itself.
Shake in and out the riset ; id at this sport
Sir Valour dies; cries-—" 0! enough, Patroclus, That were to enlard his fat-already pride, " Or give me ribs of steel ! I shali split all And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns “ In pleasure of my fpleen.” And, in this fashion, With entertaining great Hyperion. All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid ! Severals and generals of grace exact,
And say in thunder—" Achilles, go to him.” Achievements, plots, orders, preventions, Neft. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. Excitements to the field, or speech for truce,
[ Afide. Success or loss, what is or is not, ferres
Dio. And how his filence drinks
apAs stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
[ Afide. Rp. et.
Ajar. If I go to him with my armed fift I ask, that I might waken reverence,
I'll path him o'er the face.
Aga. O no, you lhall not go.
Ajax. An he be proud with me, I'll pheese his
pride: let me go to him. The youthful Phæbus.
Ulys. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Doubt.
quarrel. The wound of peace is furety,
Ajax. A paltry, insolent fellow ! Surety secure; but modcit doube is call'd
Neft. Now he describes hinfelf! [ Afide. The beacon of the wise, the tent that scarches
Ajax. Can he not be fociable? To the bottom of the worst.
Ulys. The raven chides blackness. [ Aside.
Ajar. I'll let his humours blood.
Aga. Ile 'll be the physician that should be the
[ Aside. Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Ajax. An all men were o'my mind Of any true decision.
Ulys. Wit would be out of fashion. [ Afile. The Subtlety of Ulles, and Stupidity of Ajax.
Ajax. He Bhould not bear it so ; !
He should cat swords first : shall pride carry it? Ajax. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the Neft. An 't would, you 'd carry half. Afide. engendering of toads.
Ulyf. He would have ten saares. Neft. Yet he loves himself: is it not strange! Ainx. I will knead him, I 'll make him fupple. Ulyf. Achilles will not to the field to-morrow. Nift. He is not yet through warm ; force him Aga. What's his excuse?
With praises; pour in; his ambition 's dry. Ulys. He doth rely on none ;
[ Aside. But carries on the stream of his dispose,
Ulyf. My lord, you feed too much on this dillike. Without observance or refpeét of any,
Nijl. Our noble general, do not do so. In will peculiar, and in felf-admillion.
Die. You must prepare to fight without Aga. Why will he not, upon our fair request, Achilles. Untent his person, and share the air with us? Ulyf. Why, 'tis this naming of him docs him Ulys. Things small as nothing, for request's Here is a man-but'tis before his face- [harın, fake only,
I will be filent.
Dio. Or covetous of praise ?
Ulf. Ay, or surly borne ? Dear lord, go you, and greet him in his tent : Dio. Or strange, or self-affected ? 'Tis raid, he holds vou well; and will be led, Ulys. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet At your requeft, a little from himself.
composure ; Úlvl. O Agamemnon, let it not be fo! Praise him that got thec, she that gave thee fuck : We'll consecrate the steps that Ajax makes, Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature When they go from Achilles : shall the proud lord, Thrice fam'd beyond, beyond all eruditiou ; That bastes his arrogance with his own seam, But he that disciplin’d thy arms to fight, And never suffers matter of the world
Let Mars divide cternity in twain, Enter his thoughts, save such as do revolve And give him half: and for thy vigour, And ruminate himself--Thail he be worshipp'd Bull-bcaring Milo his addition yield Of that we hold an idol more than he ? To finewy Ajax. I will not praise thy wisdom, No, this thrice-worthy and right valiant lord Which, like a bourn, a pale, a shore, confines Must not so ftale his palin, nobly acquir'd; Thy spacious and dilated parts: here 's Nelor, Nor, by my will, affubjugate his merit, Instructed oy the antiquary times Asamplytkledas Achilles is, by going to Achilles He muit, he is, he cannot but be wise;
But pardon, father Neftor ; were your days Upbraid my falsehood! when theyhave said-as falle
Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her son
Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of fallelioodo
As falsc as Creflid.
Pride cures Pride.
Pride hath no other glass
To sew itself, but pride; for supple knees Fresh kings are come to Troy: to-morrow, friends, feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fecs. We must with all our main of pow'r stand fast, Greatness contemptible when it declines. And here's a lord-come knights from east to west,
’Tiscertain, greatness, once fallen out with forAnd cull their flow's, Ajax ihall cope the best.
tune, Aza. Gowe to council. Let Achilles fleep: Muß fall out with men too: what the declin'd is, Light boats fail (wift, tho' greater hulks draw He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, deep.
[Exeunt. As feel in his own fall: for micn, like butterflies, An expeeling Lover.
Shew not their mealy wings but to the summer :
not a man, for being timply man, No, Pandarus : I falk about her door,
Hath any honour; but honour for those honours Like a strange foul upon the Stygian banks
That are without him, as place, riches, and favour, Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit; And give me fiiit transportance to those fields, which, when they fall, as being Nippery standers, Where I may wallow in the lily beds
The love that lean'd on them as flippery too, Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, From Cupid's shoulders pluck his painted wings, Die in the fall.
Do onc pluck down another, and together And fly with me to Crellid! I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. Honour, continued Afts necessary to preserve its The imaginary relith is so swect,
Luftre. That it enchants my sense; what will it be, Time hash, my lord, a wallet at his back, When that the wat’ry palate :aftes indeed Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, Love's thrice reputed nectar? Death, I fear me ; A great fiz'd monster of ingratitudes : [vour'a Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine, Those scraps are good deeds past; which are deToo futile-potent, and too tharp in fiveetness, As fast as they are made, forgot as soon For the capacity of my ruder powers ;
As done : perseverance, dear my lord, I fear it much; and I do fear besides
Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang That I shall lote distinction in my joys; Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail As doh a battle, when they charge on heaps In monumental mockery. Take the instant way, The enemy dying:
For honour travels in a strait so narrow, My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; Where one but goes abrcaft: keep then the path; And all my powers do their bestowing lote, For emulation hath a thousand fons, Like vallalage at unawares encount'ring That one by one pursue ; if you give way, The eye of majesiy.
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
Like to an enter'd ride they all rush by,
And leave you hindmost-
(rhines, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, Approve their truths by Troilus : when their cr-run and trampled on: then what they do in Futh of protest, of oath, and big compare,
prefent, Want similes : truth tried with iteration
Tho' less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours. As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, For time is like a fashionable hoft, As fun to day, as turtle to her mate,
Chat flightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would liy, Yet, after all comparitons of truth,
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, As truth's authentic author to be cited,
And farewel goes out fighing. 0, let not virtue seck Astrue as Troilus, shall crown up the verse, Remuneration for the thing it was; for beauty, wit, Ard fanctify the numbers.
High birth, vigour of bone, defcrt in service, Cref. Prophet may you be !
Love, friendthip, charity, are subjects all If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, To envious and calumniating time. When time is old and hath forgot itself, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin When water-drops have worn the stones of Troy. That all, with one confent, praise new-born gawds, And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
Tho' they are made and moulded of things past;
More laud than gilt o'er-dufted.
Love shook off by a Soldier.
To every ticklith reader ! fer them down
For fluttish 1poils of opportunity,
And daughters of the game.
The Character of Troilus. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
The youngest son of Priam, a true knight; Be thook to air.
Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word; Lovers farling in the Morning. Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue; Treil. o Creilida! but that the busy day, Nottoon provok'd,nor, being provok’d,foon caim'd: Wak'd by the lark, has rous'd the rivald crows, His heart and land both open, and both free; And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer, for what he has, he gives; what thinks, he shews; I would not from thee.
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, C.tf1 Night hath been too brief.
Nor dignihes an impair thought with breath: Tigil. Bethrew thewitch! with venomous wights Manly as Hector, but more dangerous ; the favs,
For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, fubfcribes As tediously as hell; but fies the grasps of love To tender objects; but he, in heat of action, With wings ino.e momentary swift than thought. Is more vindicative than jealous love. Lovers Farewel.
Heclor in Battle. Injurious time now, with a robber's haste, I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft, Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how: Labouring for dettiny, make cruel way As many farewels as be stars in heaven, Thro' ranks of Greck ilh youths: and I have seca With distinct breath and confign'd killes to them, thee, He fumules up into a loose adieu ;
As hot as Perseus, fpur thy Phrygian steed, And scarts us with a single familh'd kiss, Despising many forfeits and subduements, Ditalied with the salt of broken tears.
When thou hasthungthy advanced swordi' the air, Troilus's Cbaraller of the Grecian loutbs.
Not letting it decline on the declin'd;
That I have faid to some my ftanders-by, The Grecian youths are full of quality, They're loving, well compos'd, with gifts of na. And I have seen ihce pause, and take thy breath,
“ Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!”. ture flowing,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemm’d thee in, And swelling o'cr with arts and exercise ;
Like an Olympian wrestling.
Achilles surveying HưElor. (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous fin) Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body Makes me afcard.
Shall I destroy him? whether there, there, there; A Trumpeter.
That I may give the local wound a name ; Now crack thy lungs, and split thy brazen pipe: and make distinct the very breach, whereout
Hector's Blow, villain, till thy sphered bias check
great fpirit Aew. Antwer me, hearens ! Dut-fivell the colic of pufe Aquilon :
Honour more dear iban Life. Corne, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes pour blood;
Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate ; Thou blow it for Hector.
Life every man holds dear; but the brave man Diomedes's NI.muer of walking. Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; Me riles on the toe : that spirit of his
Pity to be discarded in War.
For the love of all the gods
Let's leave the herinit pity with our mother;
And when we have our armours buckled on, There's language in her eye, her check, her lip, The venom'd vengeance ride upon our sivords! Nav, her foot ipeaks; her wanton fpirits look out A: cverv joint and motive of her body.
Rasb Pows. thele encountcrers, fu ulib of tongue,
The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows; That give a coafting welcome cre it comes, They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts Than spotted livers in the facrifice.
$37. Sebaftian and Dorar. DRYDEN. And hurried me from hopes of heaven to helle
All there, and all my yet untinith'il crimes, Re-enter Dorax, baving taken off his Turban, When I shall rise to plead before the faints, and put on an European Hubit.
I criarge on thee to make thy damning sure. Dor. do you know me?
Scb. Thy old presumptuous arrogance again, Seb. Thou shouldit be Alonzo, That bred my firit dislike, and then my loathing, Dor. So you should be Sebastian;
Once more be warn'd, and know me forthy king. Bur when Sebaitian ceas'd to be himself,
Dor. Too well I know thee, but forking no more: I ceas d to be Alonzo.
This is not Lisbon, nor the circle this Seb. As in a dream
Where like a ftatue thou hast stood besieg'd
Der. Isit fo ftrange to find me where my wrongs, Where the gulld eyes in all the gaudy round
tyrant image forc'd them ope again, Though modcftly reported, pafs'd for Louts : And dried the dews they brought.
Secure of merit if I ak'd reward, The long-expected hour is come at length, Thy hungry minions thought th , jr rights invaded, By manly vengeance to redeem my
fame : And the bread fnatch'd from pnaps and paralites. Ard, that once clear’d, eternal leep is welcoine. Henriquez answered, with a ready lye,
Seb. I have not yet forgot I am a king, To save his king's, the boon was begg'd before. Whofe royal office is redress of wrongs:
Seb. What tay'st thou of Henriquez ? Now by If I have wrong'd thee, charge me face to face; Heaven I have not yet forgot I am a soldier.
Thou mov'st me more by barely naming him, Dor. 'Tis the first justice thou hast ever done me; Than all thy foul unmanner'd fcurril taunts. Then, tho' I loath this woman's war of tongue, Dor. And therefore 'twas to gall thce, that I Yet shall my cause of vengeance first be clear:
nain'd him, And, Honour, be thou judge.
That thing, that nothing but a cringe and finile ; Seb. Honour befriend us both.
That woman, but more daub'd; or, if a man,
Scb. All false as hell, or thou.
As that I fervid thee fifteen hard campaigns,
Seb. I fee to what thou tend'ft; but tell me first, Dor. And well I might when you forgot reward, If those great acts were done alone for me ;
part of Heaven in kings: for punithment If love produc'd not some, and pride the rest? Is hangman's work, and drudgery for devils. Dor. Why, love does allthat's noble here below, I must and will reproach thee with my service, But all th' advantage of that love was thine: Tyrant (it irks me fo to call my prince), For, coming fraughted back, in either hand But just refentment and hard usage coin'd With palm and olive, victory and peace, Th
unwilling word; and, grating as it is, I was indeed prepar’d to ask my own Take it, for 'cis tliy due.
(For Violante's vow's were mine before): Seb. How, tyrant !
Thy malice had prevention, ere I spoke ;
And ask'd me Violante for Henriquez. Seb. Traitor! that name thou canst not echo back: Sch. I meant thce a reward of greater worth, That robe of infamy, that circumcision
Dor. Where justice wanted, could reward be Ill hid beneath that robe, proclaim thee traitor: hop'd ? And, if a name
Could the robb’d passenger expect a bounty More foul than traitor be, 'tis renegade. [rant, Froir thofer, pacious hands who stripp'd his first?
Dor. If I'm a traitor, think, and bluth, thou ty Seh. He had iny piomiti, ere I know thy love. Whose injuries betray'd me into treaton, Dor. My services defery'd thou thouldit reEfac'd my loyalty, unhing'd my faith,
Dor. Tyrant !