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If any come, Hector shall honour him:
If none, he'll say in Troy when he retires,
The Grecian dames are sun-burnt, and not worth
The splinter of a lance; even so much.

Aga. This shall be told our lovers, lord Æneas.
If none of them have soul in such a kind,
We've left them all at home: but we are soldiers ;
And may that soldier a meer recreant prove,
That means not, hath not, or is not in love;
If then one is, or hath, or means to be,
That one meets Heator; if none else, I'm he.

Neft. Tell him of Neftor; one that was a man
When Hector's grandfire fuckt; he is old now,
But if there be not in our Grecian · host
One nobleman that hath one spark of fire,
To answer for his love: tell him from me,
I'll hide my silver beard' in a gold beaver,
And in my f vantbrace put this wither'd brawn,
And meeting him, will tell him, that my lady
Was fairer than his grandam, and as chaste
As may be in the world: his youth is flood;
I'll pawn this truth with

this truth with my three drops of blood. Æne. Now heav'ns forbid such scarcity of youth. Ulys. Amen.

Aga. Fair lord Æneas, let me touch your hand: To our pavillion shall I lead


Achilles shall have word of this intent,
So shall each lord of Greece from tent to tent:
Your self shall feast with us before you go,
And find the welcome of a noble foe.

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Manent Ulysses and Nestor.
Uly. Neftor.
Neft. What says Ulyles?

Ulys. I have a young conception in my brain,
Be you my time to bring it to some shape.

Neft. What is't?

Ulys. This ’tis :
Blunt wedges rive hard knots; the feeded pride
That hath to this maturity blown up
In rank Achilles, must or now be cropt,
Or, shedding, breed a nursery of like evil
To over-bulk us all.

Neft. Well, and how now?

Ulys. This challenge that the valiant Hector sends,
However it is spread in general name,
Relates in purpose only to Achilles.

Neft. The purpose is perspicuous even as substance,
Whose grossness little characters sum up,
And in the publication make no ftrain

: But that Achilles, were his brain as barren As banks of Lybia, (tho', Apollo knows, 'Tis dry enough,) will with great speed of judgement, Ay, with celerity, find He&tor's purpose Pointing on him.

Ulys. And wake him to the answer, think you?

Neft. Yes, 'tis most meet; whom may you elle oppose That can from Hector bring his honour off, If not Achilles ? though a sportful combat, Yet in this tryal much opinion dwells. For here the Trojans taste our dear'st repute

With their fin'st palate: trust to me, Uhufes,
Our imputation shall be odly poisd
In this wild action. For the fuccefs,
Although particular, fhall give a scantling
Of good or bad unto the general:
And in such indexes although small pricks
To their subsequent volumes, there is seen
The baby figure of the giant-mass
Of things to come, ar large. It is supposid,
He that meets Hector iffues from our choice;
And choice being mutual act of all our fouls,
Makes merit her election; and doth boil
As 'rwere from forth us all, a man distilld
Out of our virtues ; who miscarrying,
What heart from hence receives the conqu’ring part !
To steel a strong opinion to themselves;
Which entertain'd, limbs are his inftruments,
In no less working, than are fwords and bows
Directive by the limbs.

Ulys. Give pardon to my speech;
Therefore 'tis fit Achilles meet nor Hector.
Let us, like merchapts, shew our fowlest wares,
And think perchance they'll fell; if not,
The lustre of the better, yet to shew,
Shall shew the better. Do not then consent
That ever Hector and Achilles meet:
For both our honour and our shame in this
Are dogg’d with two strange followers.

Neft. I see them not wish my old eyes: what are they?

Ulys. What glory our Achilles shares from Hector,
Were he not proud, we all should share with him:
But he already is too insolent;
And we were better parch in Africk Sun


Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes,
Should he scape Hextor fair. If he were foild,
Why then we did our main opinion crush
In taint of our best man. No, make a lottry,
And by device let blockish Ajax draw
The sort to fight with Hector.: ’mong our selves,
Give him allowance as the worthier man,
For that will physick the great Myrmidon
Who broils in loud applause, and make him fall
His crest, that prouder than blue Iris bends.
If the dull brainless Ajax come safe off,
We'll dress him up in voices: if he fail,
Yet go we under our opinion still,
That we have better men. But bit or miss,
Our project's life this shape of sense assumes,
Ajax imploy'd, plucks down Achilles' plumes.

Neft. Ulyles, now I relish thy advice,
And I will give a taste of it forthwith
To Agamemnon, go we to him streight;
Two curs shall tame each other; pride alone
Must f tar the mastiffs on, as 'twere their bone.


See K. John, act.

+ Tarre, an old english word fignifying to provoke or urge on. 4. fc. 1.-like a dog, snatch at his master that doth tar bim. in.



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The Grecian Camp.
Enter Ajax and Therlites.


Ther. Agamemnon how if he had biles
T full, all over generally. (Talking to himself.

Ajax. Therfites.
Ther. And those biles did run ---

- say so---did
not the general run, were not that a botchy core?
Ajax. Dog.
Ther. Then there would come some matter from him: I see

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none now.

Ajax. Thou bitch-wolfs son, canst thou not hear? feel then.

(Strikes him. Ther. The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mungrel beefwitted lord.

Ajax. Speak then, you f unsalted leaven, speak, I will beat thee into handsomness.

Ther. I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness; but I think thy horse will sooner con an oration, than thou learn a prayer without book : thou canst strike, canst thou? a red murrain o’thy jades tricks.

Ajax. Toads-stool, learn me the proclamation.
Ther. Doeft thou think I have no sense, thou strik'st me thus ?

Ajax. The proclamation.
Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a fool, I think.
Ajax. Do not, porcupine, do not; my fingers itch.
Vol. VI.


Ther. f whinid' At

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